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Come Down
03:36
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I've seen the coming darkness
Surround the pouring rain
When will the time arrive when?
All the people left are left to blame
I've walked among the people
I've seen the poor man slain
When will the white and black and
Red and purple people take the blame
When will he come down?
For all the crazy folk I've seen around
I have been thrown down
So tell me once my friends, when will he come down
I walk the turnpike
I've got my son in hand
We’re watching traffic
At only five he's watching out for number one
And I know he understands
That, when he does come down
And these here, latter day’s yokels get the shakedown
These Wide eyes can see, I’ve seen the showdown
Listen up, it all depends when he comes down
I've built a tempered wall of
Arrogantly silent needs
And all the time in all my life
Will never be enough to take your blame
When will he come down?
For all the crazy folk I've seen around
I have been thrown down
So tell me once my friends, when will he come down
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2. |
Sense of Wonder
03:20
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"Sense of Wonder"
The Oliver Moore Band
I’ve got a wife in the middle and she’s holding tight and I can’t breathe
I’ve got a lady on the side and it’s all right, by me
Between the job, the kids the dog, I feel I’m going under
But I’ve got me, a sense of wonder
I met a man in Tijuana who had promised me a new years eve
I woke up in Encinada with missing kidney, swollen knees
As I hitched my way home, my limp betrayed my blunder
But I’ve got me a sense of wonder
Curse my stars and pray for rain, pray for thunder
I hold my head up to the falling rain
Hold me down, stand my ground and kick me under
I’ve got my own sense of wonder
I accidentally gouged the iris of my eye with a bowie knife
I’ve held my breath about a thousand times in the hopes of ending life
And did you know that with a thumbtack under the fleshy side of your little own pinky nail, you will buckle under
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3. |
As He Falls
04:38
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He takes his passion to a water
His super flappy anscillary ways are not his own
Scattered writings filled with toungue depressent rhymes
Scream as they float, singing as they die.
I'm giving in, watch him as he falls
I'm giving in, watch him as he falls. An irritation in it all...is all it is.
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Fire & Brimstone
05:14
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I had a dream last night
While I was layin' in my bed
And the whole world was standing still
And the moon was turning red
I saw a sign in the sky
"I have come to set you free"
There's a light, shinin' bright
Shinin' down, down on me
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down on my head
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down on my head
I looked around, I saw eyes
I heard a voice say, "Come to me"
I felt a rumblin' beneath my feet
And the whole world was shaken free
Then the sun was standin' still
Everything was dark, but I could see
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down on my head
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down, down on me
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down on my head
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down, down on me
I looked around, I saw eyes
I heard a voice say, "Come to me"
I felt a rumblin' beneath my feet
And the whole world was shaken free
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down on my head
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down, down on me
I saw fire, fire, fire, fire and brimstone
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down, fire and brimstone
I saw fire, fire and brimstone
Comin' down, fire and brimstone
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5. |
Monsignor Jones
05:07
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Monsignor Jones is, all Skin and Bones
He’s got a little bit of time. To quit the blow,
the woman on the corner by the neon sign.
Oh Monsignor Jones
Monsignor Jones has, Sex on the phone masquerading as
A single guy with a job. Sentimental and
gentle with a shiny new Saab.
Oh Monsignor Jones x2
Jesus wants you for a sunbeam, And I, will get you there on time
Cause I’m the hangman, and I’m your judge
and I’m no preacher and I’ve no church
Stop your running, Your spilling trails of bloody guts on the ground
Come on back, here’s a bag, collect your plumbing.
Your congregation’s not around, so save your whining
For that moment soon when your dying breath just hangs
You’ll know exactly how it feels, the other way around
County Fireman Fred has never married or wed.
He’s saved a little bit away, so when he finds her, he’ll wed her, bed her and take her away
Oooh county fireman Fred
Em
County Fireman Fred’s Love, is clearly pure symptomatic a need to be real
He met a girl on the phone, she owns a Saab and …
…Maaan she can squeal!
Oh County Fireman Fred, x2
Jesus wraps you in his love, And I will get you there on time
Cause I’m the hangman, and I’m your judge
and I’m no preacher and I’ve no church
Stop your running, It’s unbecoming
Don’t you know that all, The stupid ones will shine above
And as your dying breath just hangs
You’ll get to feel all forty lubed and ready inches of my bb bat’s love
Oh Monsignor Jones
May your hypocrisy , dine upon your bones
You should probably know
When your confession is through
We'll try out my brand new Deli slicer
Non stick Aluminum coated
A removable feed tray for faster cleaning of your bloody pieces.
You won't be buried in the ground, I run a homeless shelter downtown
You’ll be Sunday’s all you can eat buffet
So shake a leg let’s get this started
it is littered, literally littered…
With all of the tombstones that I call
Home, Monsignor Jones
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6. |
Never Fear Again
03:27
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Yesterday is a memory
tomorrow will never come
I've spent my time so foolishly
The moment's never fun
to live my life a selfish man
ego fear and pride
i'll chew you up and spit you out
take you for a ride
But I feel, the bottom rising up
and I think, I'm going to drown
my mind is screaming
but my voice wont make a sound
I've finally reached a breaking point
self-pity and despair
I've not choice but to surrender my life and beg repair
I'm tired of this life I lead
Misery and pain
since I turned my life to you it hasn't been the same
I don't know what you will do with me it seems a little strange
but I know if I can let you go, I'll never fear again
no i'll never fear again
the days have started piling up
this gift to me is grand
I can't believe i'm doing this
i'm finally a man
as the days unfold for me
the miracle it seems
I couldn't imagine a life like this
not even in my dreams
sometimes I feel
i don't deserve
this gift, I should repay
though I put my love and trust
in you, and give it
give it all away
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Sacramento Way
04:07
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I should have seen that smiling face
I hadn't realized the passing time
oh, the months are passing quickly
such and awful sickly
consequence which comes with age
you keep me wandering off of my open road.
She's on her way,
Motor home to Santa Fe
She'll take her time and leave behind
that Sacramento Way.
I send this note along with all my love
I hadn't realized it's how I feel
Oh, the words are hard to formalize
I close my lonely eyes in age
and she said, you keep me wandering off of my open road.
She's on her way,
Motor home to Santa Fe
She'll take her time and leave behind
that Sacramento Way.
I clean myself
I'll be myself
I'll overthrow this doubt myself
My spirit guide is leading me
from what I thought was bleeding me, My son...
My only son.
She's on her way,
Motor home to Santa Fe
She'll take her time and leave behind
that Sacramento Way.
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8. |
Strife
03:40
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In the swamps of Alabama Is a family
Waiting for their home boy to come home
While they wait among the gators something greater
Always seems to come along
Though surprising, the water rising, The mighty miss
Didn’t cause much harm
But when I took away their farm
Took away their home
And pinned it on the brokers
Greasy greedy lending holders
That was charm
Can you see I'm full of life, Can you see I'm full of life
My name is strife, strife, strife...and thou will
flee me, flee me
Murder on the high seas, keeps me faring along
all 3 stages of a rare disease, will keep me singing along
My name is strife, thou will flee me
Lot's wife had turned her head turned to see me
Can you see I'm full of life, Can you see I'm full of life
Can you turn your head around
and see me, and see me
as the earthquake rumbles, I will kill you
look up to the heavens, it's nibiru
Edgar Cayce warned you of the paw
I will bring upon you martial law
No wandering Jew is going to save you
Can you see I'm full of life, Can you see I'm full of life
My name is strife, strife, strife ...and thy will
bill you bill you
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