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All the Things
03:57
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Every living thing needs to exist in the wintertime
And I’m no exception to the rule
Let’s get kinky tonight, oooo,
Let’s get kinky tonight
Let’s get kinky tonight, oooo
Let’s get kinky tonight
Every living thing needs to exist in the wintertime
And I’m no exception to the rule
Have you heard of Soup Brothers in Milwaukee?
They’re open from time to time,
And you hope they are when it’s only
Nine degrees
Have I shown you the bar Harvey used to run?
It’s still for rent now
Surely there’s a business opportunity in it
for the right someone!
Every living thing needs to exist in the wintertime
And I’m no exception to the rule
Let’s get kinky tonight, oooo,
Let’s get kinky tonight
Each and every thing
Let’s get kinky tonight
Let’s get kinky tonight
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2. |
No Monuments
04:38
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Well, John is a man who knows some things
Better than most men
Like: take only what you need,
Make sure you always have a good pen;
Don’t spend too much time going over old mistakes again--
Memory’s a game of mercy
Doesn’t really matter if you say “when”
My brother lying prostrate for days
Said he envied how I figured out some ways
To get out of the hole he’d fallen into
All my bad luck was a story I could tune in to
I didn’t know then
But I know now
He meant my life was a story
I wasn’t gonna put down
Well, John is an old man
He’s not in our family
He writes songs
And some things he tells me
Some things he shows
Like in writing a song about a young girl he just met
Most people don’t really know how to do that
Fall in love, for nothing,
With someone who needs you
No Monuments, no regrets
The world falls apart in a moment
And I just want to
Come alive at the same time as you
See you smile and know you’re there
And take my time as I tell you
That I will always care
Can’t teach anyone else
How to cope
You may only light the way with hope
That they’re gonna be ok
And they’ll figure out
Their own ways
So no Monuments, no regrets
The world falls apart in a moment
And I just want to
Come alive at the same time as you
See you smile and know you’re there
And take my time as I tell you
That I will always care
I will always care for you
I will always care
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3. |
Prince of the Brewery
05:02
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Like the Prince of a Brewery
I know your cup runneth over
‘Cause it spilled on me
You wear a mask, I don’t ask
But I dig you deeply
Dish it out, can you take it?
It’s funny the way you make shit
And then break it
You can make an enemy
Like shit gets made by cows
Taking what’s front of you
No more room till you get the rest out
She likes the way
You make her settle down
But listen
I’ll be your straight man
I’ll be your arrow
You’ll be mine, you’ll be mine, you’ll be mine
You will
Be my beau
Let love be a steady hand
You know it’s better
Than I imagined it could be
We fuck up all the time--
But you still look to me
When you have seen a lot of plays before
It’s hard to trust honesty
Listen, you showed me:
Focus up, take your time
Keep your ears out for the Green 19
Green 19!
I’ll be your long man
You are my #12
I know you can, but you don’t have to carry
Everything by yourself
Let love be a steady hand
You’re the Prince
Of everything I see
The field, Falcon Bowl
And the bar TV
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4. |
Woman You Love
03:44
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See my breath in front of the church
Two blocks wide, I know it hurts
And my cape is covered in burrs
Know by now, it’s just a curse
Everything you do is so English to me
Trust, but still I stumble to agree
Come away black in the eye with victory
And I’m sorry for the unkind words
That stumble out of me
God help me not to be
Someone other than
The woman you love
The bricks of this town
Are dirty like my mind
When I met you I was sure
You were not the same kind
Glib conversation has turned
the night into sighs
At the broken moment
I go with other guys
How can you blame me?
I’m full of blame
Where there was shame
You may keep you goodness
But I will keep my name
(Wouldn’t forsake him,
If I’m forsaken?)
And I’m sorry for the unkind words
That stumble out of me
I’m trying to be
Someone other than
The woman you love
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5. |
Spilt
05:36
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Do I give a damn?
Oh, damn yes I do
But I won’t give it away
In a way that serves only you
Loving is trading
I’m not saving my heart
I’ll have you love me, and make me
All the change is a part of it
Let us not squander the wants
Let us not squander
Your feelings are mine--
They pulse up me through the root
They are paintings on my walls
I live with them, as with you
Loving, displaying
Take up the challenge to be moved
There’s figures, other figures
And then there’s attitude
Loving is trading
I’m not saving my heart
You deem a precious part of me
I cannot keep it for you long
I cannot keep it, even for me
I spill it in the song
Loving is waiting and watching alone
By your side
You’re a sight
For sore eyes
And I’m a sight
For your eyes
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6. |
Back to Blue Dress Park
03:51
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I’ve never seen you in this light before
Now that I’ve seen you,
I’m coming back for sure
I’m coming back
With picnics and blankets and moonshine
Picnics and blankets and moonshine
Picnics and blankets and moonshine
I’ve never seen you in this light before
Now that I’ve seen you,
I’m coming back for more
I’m coming back
With picnics and blankets and moonshine
Picnics and blankets and moonshine
Picnics and blankets and moonshine
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7. |
Miracle
05:59
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There’s a whisper in your ear
It says “it’s time to believe”
There’s a whisper in your ear
It says “it’s time to believe”
It’s a great time to try
To make a miracle happen
It’s a great time to try
To make a miracle
It’s a daunting pursuit
To make a miracle happen
But we know you are true
So find your miracle
You have sharpened your blades
To make a miracle happen
Though the doubts may invade
You’ll find your miracle
And we’ll be here on the lines
All believing in you
By the pouf of your hat
We will never lose sight
‘Cause we know, we know that
You’re alright
You’re alright!
It’s great time to try
To make a miracle happen
--the time may never be right
To believe in miracles--
It’s a great time to try
To make the unthinkable happen
--all tomorrows will fly,
So seek your miracle--
And we’ll be here, on the lines
All believing in you
By the pouf of your hat
We will never lose sight
‘Cause we know, we know that
You’re alright!
(generous applause)
It’s icy...so icy
It’s icy...so I see
It’s icy...so icy
It’s icy...so I see
We’ll be here, on the lines--
All believing in you
We’ll be here, on the lines--
All believing in you
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8. |
Salt Water Dive
04:26
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I want to smell the salt water
And feel it on my skin
You know, I still love you
Same way I loved you then
I want to tell you I’m sorry
Things were so hard for me then
Like a robin
Stealing from a wren
You always had a song
I wanted to sing
You always seemed to have
One or more of everything
Now, I wrestle with joy
And I want to share the news
But Time is a trick
‘Cause we don’t speak
But I still feel you
I want to splash in the water
Oh, let me come back in
I take my bath in the water
Like you showed me how to swim
I’ll float for hours by your side
I’ll throw stones and I will race you
In a side stroke
And if I ever again
Get to hear your laughter
I will never never never never
Be ungrateful after
Some day I’ll stop talking
About the pain of the past
Not everything’s broken,
Same way not everything lasts
And if you call, I’ll start soaking
in the sound
I want to smell the salt water
And feel it on my skin
(Stop talking. Jump back in)
Some day I’ll stop talking,
And I’ll jump back in
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9. |
Old Trombone
04:29
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He plays in alleyways
Better that I find out now
A musty tune on an old trombone
Even if the note’s a-foul
He’s easy to believe
Nobody speaks to me like you do
Nobody ever before
I mumbled promises out to myself
But it’s like we wrote the same score
In those nights
When we were perspiring
In the summer when were more
Than just friends
Everything in the fridge was expiring
The future’s gonna be this hot
Or never that hot again
Hard to remember
When he was a stranger,
Someone to hope about
Now we need a car and a plan
And a way to work it all out
But I say the wrong thing
On purpose sometimes
No one can hurt us like we do
I know you
Nobody speaks to me like you do
Nobody ever before
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What you thought silently,
You could have said it to me
Was it a giveaway
That you were careful, not to say?
This is not a song for you
This is a song for Charles Bukowski
He was afraid to say, but more afraid not to say
He was afraid to say, but then he said it all, anyway
I don’t want to give it to you
If I don’t know where it goes
And am I to resurrect it
From the dead man’s passion prose?
We love the dead
And all the lost thoughts from their head
Some we never knew
It’s not a song for you
It is a song for Charles Bukowski
He was afraid to say, but more afraid not say
I am afraid to say, but more afraid not to say
It’s not a love for you, I haven’t seen your brutality
I’ll take a volume of you
And then I’ll put it in its place
In the record
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Warhola Cats Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Lyrical pop from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
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@warholacats
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