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Lisa's Talking Backwards
03:26
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Lisa's talking backwards
We don't know what she's after
Language is rusting in the rain
Covered in a coat of paint
Inside her brain
Lisa's talking backwards
With a vacant stare she stammers.
She's starting to scream and causing a scene
And nobody knows what she means
So now she's upset
Signals run through her brain
Through a patch bay of delays
Where it loops into a chain
Of distortion with high gain
Its compressed and sustained
Till it has to escape
From the soundhole on her face
People start to ask her
To elaborate on her blather.
Excited she finally has a stage
Some people gather and engage
And somehow relate
Lisa's found a hammer
The people run in terror
But some people have paid, so they stay
And she bashes in their little brains
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A Girl Named Melody
03:39
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I know a girl named Melody
She don't talk much
She likes to sing
She whispers to me in a dream
I like to keep her company.
And I know…
She lights that light of inspiration
Within an invisible conversation
Well I just can't touch, I can't replace her.
And I gotta say she’s got some patience.
I know a girl named Melody
She don’t talk much
She likes to sing
She whispers to my memory
She is always good to me.
And I know…
She lights that light of inspiration
Within an invisible conversation
Well I just can't touch, I can't replace her.
And I gotta say she’s got some patience.
Some say that she is not real
That's not how I feel
Though I can't really see her
But if I ignore or deceive her
She might disappear
Leaving me here.
I know a girl named Melody
She don't talk much
She likes to sing
She whispers to me in a dream
I can't believe she's chosen me.
And I know…
She lights that light of inspiration
Within an invisible conversation
Well I just can't touch, I can't replace her.
And I gotta say she’s got some patience.
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Whenever I kiss you
You confuse me with something to eat.
When ever I hold you
You clutch me like a piece of meat.
When you turn the lights off its scary
The room becomes a casket and I’m buried.
Someone wake me from this dream
It's enough to make me scream.
You're possessed by a Ghost
And you’re haunted inside
Your body has become a host
To a demon that you must abide
That you must abide
And there's nowhere to hide
And inside he'll reside
In your body and mind
Your eyes are all blood shot
Your skin is turning green
You're looking like Eddie
From an Iron Maiden record sleeve.
Everything you do is evil
You take me by the hand then try to eat it.
Now you’re giving me the creeps
It's enough to make me scream.
CHORUS
How did your heart get so hallow?
What will I turn into tomorrow?
Will I just have to learn to follow
Will I have to beg, steal and borrow?
Someone wake me from this dream
Or will you wait for me to scream?
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4. |
Cherry Soda Pop
03:34
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A boy walked me home who was fitter than a fiddle
He carried my books, then offered me some sugar
So I let him know that I’m a sweet tooth
He didn’t hesitate to tell me he’s one too.
But of all of the sweets, there’s just one I gotta got.
I love it and I just can’t stop
I love that Cherry
I love that Cherry
I love that Cherry Soda Pop
He likes a donut with a hole in the middle
And I like ice cream when it’s melting off a griddle.
And no one can tell us what were doing is wrong
It just tastes so good when we swallow it down
Now we stumble in the pantry and it’s such a perfect spot.
We love it and we just can’t stop
We love that Cherry
We love that Cherry
We love that Cherry Soda Pop
With the parents out of town the weekends looking sweeter
We’re shopping for utensils and recipes with sugar
And he wants to try an experiment with me
He say’s he know a recipe for chocolate fudge brownies
I’ll try anything, but you know what hit’s the spot?
We love it and we just can’t stop
We love that Cherry
We love that Cherry
We love that Cherry Soda Pop
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Performed by D. Sticker Ensemble
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6. |
Paid To Poo
02:11
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I’m paid to poo
From nine to five
Going number two
Paid to poo.
Dropping the kids off at the pool
Don’t bother to knock,
Just go take a walk
I’ll be in here
While I'm on the clock.
Don’t act so shocked
Cause you know that you do it too.
Getting paid to poo
When natures calls
What can you do?
I'm paid to poo
When life gets crazy
With so much to do.
I’ve got Facebook debates
Stocks to trade,
Fantasy league updates
I gotta make...
I'm not afraid
Of what they might say about me.
Getting paid to poo
Is it just like me
Or is it just like you?
Paid to poo
Pull up a seat and push out a stool.
(ensemble sings): "He’s paid to poo, He's paid to poo".
I’m paid to poo
I'm paid to poo
Oh God! Just let me get paid to poo.
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It hits me like a cannonball
It comes in fast, I lose control
Woozy, I stumble and die...inside.
An angel sways across the floor
Sings a song I can't ignore
You know, these are the words that she says
Please don't take advantage just cause you can
Please don't pretend as if it's not all that bad.
Your feet are getting stuck in the sand.
Get out just as fast as you can.
She says, you are all just animals
Opposable thumbed animals.
Obtuse, contorted and fat.
And your neighbors say they can't be sure
If you’re caregivers or murderers?
Just look at the blood on your hands.
Please don't take advantage just cause you can
Please don't pretend as if it's not all that bad.
You got another life in your hands
What's so hard to understand?
(And then a chorus of angels all sang to me)
When you die… You won't fry…
You see that's just a lie… to keep you in line
Just do what's right… while you’re alive.
And please don't take advantage just cause you can
Please don't pretend as if it's not all that bad.
Your feet are getting stuck in the sand.
And never doing all that you can
to understand your mind won’t expand
submitting to a dastardly plan.
We’re gonna kick you out of the band
And someone needs to gas up the van.
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Come with me, take my hand
There’s no need to understand
Let’s explore distant lands
There’s nothing that we have to plan
For the Ralph Furley Musical Caravan
It’s the Ralph Furley Musical Caravan
We don’t know where we’ll go
We don’t know what we’ll do
It doesn’t matter, just as long as I get to go with you.
On the Ralph Furley Musical Caravan
It’s the Ralph Furley Musical Caravan
Just come take my hand
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Come with me, take my hand
There’s no need to understand
Let’s explore distant lands
There’s nothing that we have to plan
For the Ralph Furley Musical Caravan
It’s the Ralph Furley Musical Caravan
We don’t know where we’ll go
We don’t know what we’ll do
It doesn’t matter, just as long as I get to go with you.
On the Ralph Furley Musical Caravan
It’s the Ralph Furley Musical Caravan
Just come take my hand
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D. Sticker Ensemble Los Angeles, California
Sticker Music For Sticker People.
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