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CatDog
04:21
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Roots stood their ground and up to the giant
Gave a fee to scare
Big fat fie try to trample little foes
Take your fum right out of here
Crawl up the stalk, but not for heaven
To a kingdom you can eat
Swirl through the sky spreading green legged leaves
On your Romanesque-like wings
Granular glasses bead profusely
Dare thee to drink from a vase so rusty
Tip ye another till you’re hot as a lump
And you’re plump with desire for this carpenter’s cup
Yeah…
Buggies with super powers; witches on wheels
All eyes on you while you’re trottin’ through them hills
Stands with a fist, wax, and wick
Got a black CatDog and a red broomstick
Yeah…
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Guitar Hero
02:42
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My day off so I sit and play
Nap and toke, yeah I waste away
A-sifting through a journal or two
While I’m smoking a bowl with you
You play your guitar, I play mine
Be a hero, I don’t have time
PS3 is just not for me
Xbox, Gamecube, yeah or the Wii
But it’s so cute when you beg me to
Get a controller and play with you
Even if I knew how to play
I’d rather sit and watch you anyway
Please little bunny don’t you pop out of that hole
I’m ‘bout to bop you with my controller
Or by the ears swing you round by head
Rackin’ up more lives ‘till I kill you dead
Even if I know how to play
I’d rather sit and watch you anyway
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Via Love
03:03
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There goes my love
On a runaway train
Guess I’ll be leaving soon
I want to run away too
Well they don’t say things
No, not for nothing
She’ll be coming back to me
If it was meant to be
So via love
Love, love, love, via love
Where are you going now?
Found someone somehow?
Well wasn’t that hard
For being so damn scarred?
Well honey, now I’m through
Being dead with you
I want to live and learn
I don’t want to be blue
So via love
Love, love, love, via love
You’ve got a wooden nose
Up on a plywood back
You’ll never be a real boy
If it’s the truth you lack
So via love
Love, love, love, via love
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Red Apples
03:18
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All the while teacups dance the waltz
Mrs. Teapot dusts the halls
Mr. Beast saving pretty petals
Meets his beautiful
Little mice, they mind her dress
Evil step-witch tears her sack
A hot mess at the ball tonight
With Prince Charming at her side
“And it’s off with her head”
Says that jealous queen
She’s a mean, mean offering
Red-apple, evil queen
Touchy Crab, he babysits
Teenage redheads collecting trash
In a sea of opportunity time
Swim to walk away
In a palace colorful
Where the pleasure’s all mine
Well it’s time to wait by the phone
But they never call
“And it’s off with her head”
Says that jealous queen
She’s a mean, mean offering
Red-apple, evil queen
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Ringmaster
03:48
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Dive into my eyes, I’ll be floatin’ in the deep end
Realign my walking before I try to swim
Sail on the seas; where everybody’s pretty
Everybody’s queerly netting on their own
“Slave,” said the ship to the sea
Juggling around swallowing
In the arms that wave goodbye
Dive into a pool; the animals get thirsty
Fight to be the first beast to have at all the feast
Sail on the seas, where everybody’s smitten
Smoking, sipping, witting…all properly engaged
“Slave,” said the ship to the sea
Juggling around swallowing
In the arms that wave goodbye
Dive into my eyes, I’ll be floatin’ in the deep end
Realign my walking before I try to swim
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Shotgun
02:56
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White spotlights so hot my skin is rare
Expose my bones, my butterflies, and hooks
Hearts and spades are never playing fair
There’s a rib and other softer parts
Shotgun friend
Smell the air that ravishes your hair
Shotgun friend
I’m hangin’ out the window ‘till we’re there
You know spooning leads to forking friends
The night’s still young, let’s whiskey up again
I’ll be passing out right next to them
A foot in my face, I’m hanging off the end
Shotgun friend
Smell the air that ravishes her hair
Shotgun friend
I’m hangin’ out the window ‘till we’re there
There’s a time and place for everything
Except for me when I’m drunk and stumbling
Won’t you carry on without us friends?
We’re passing out ‘cause we’re three sheets to the wind
Shotgun friend
Smell the air that ravishes her hair
Shotgun friend
I’m hangin’ out the window ‘till we’re there
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Porch Song
03:21
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On the porch with a blondie we write
Little songs that are real to life
I steal what I feel
I’m’a stick you with the bill
No shame; no fame; no name
Wander ‘round where I used to sing
Like a dog about to pee
I mark my territory
Don’t be alarmed by the honest words of a woman
Who don’t care what you done heard
Her heart breaks like you like
So you can go back to smiling nice
Riff by riff, writin’ song after song
Drinking beer, smoking weed all day long
Twenty-four hours in the day
We sit on the porch and waste away
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Mean Green Sea
03:47
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Well I often wonder what I’d do
If I had nobody; nobody but you
Staring in the mirror would make us two
That’s all I’m gonna need now before I get confused
“Pity me I’m such a genius; making art while still a fetus”
Talented, full of wit; fed up and fucking through with it
He’s on TV, he’s got money, and…
Nothing makes him happy
A mean, mean green sea
All the fish are bigger than me
Very haunted music for a very haunted girl
When I’m straightening my motives, my smirk is ending with a curl
Your talent is a blessing, my talent is a curse
And if it doesn’t work out, well it only gets worse
“Pity me I’m such a genius; making art while still a fetus”
Talented, full of wit; fed up and fucking through with it
He’s on TV, he’s got money, and…
Nothing makes him happy
A mean, mean green sea
All the fish are bigger than me
“Pity me I’m such a genius; making art while still a fetus”
Talented, full of shit; fed up and fucking through with it
He’s on TV, he’s got money, and…
Nothing makes him happy
A mean; mean green sea
All the fish are bigger than me
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The Itch
02:31
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Something whispered in the ear, woe to the toe
Protecting, learning to defend; bust right through dead ends
Throw a rose to crowded land
Stab the man with your left hand
A stand; repave wage slave road
A judge decides your future; just a lonely toad
Kiss your prince in hopes to king
Hug the violent and sing your way
So here’s to a new born day
Where all the homeless have a place to stay
Occupy what is yours by right
Drop your space phones; join the fight for life
Occupy what is yours by right
Drop your space phones, join the fight
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Moonlight
04:07
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A small grain of sand is all I am
And I watch it all go by, here, as I stand
Kingdoms come and kingdoms they go
Oh left, right, center…it’s all a show
All I wanna do is stare at the moonlight
My mind is weary; I can’t go to sleep
Oh, I’d rather stay up and watch the deep blue sea
This life we live is a one way road
I’m not too sure, but that’s what I was told
All I wanna do is stare at the moonlight
The rich get richer, and the poor…they stay poor
The sick and the tired are all left at the door
Now all I can do is speak my mind
Life’s too short, and I’m running out of time
All I wanna do is stare at the moonlight
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The House of Orange Modesto, California
The House of Orange is an 8 piece ensemble whose music is as eclectic as the personalities which make up the Modesto based group. Their sound ranges from the folksy waltzes of their premier album, Jumping Flea, to the klezmer-rock songs of their sophomore effort, The Happy Side..., with plenty of bluegrass, vintage, and even a little pop in between. ... more
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