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Mojo
03:51
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Songbird to the lost and wild,
father to a wandering child,
propagandic savior of the human race
and proprietor of our disgrace
Tell us, Simon, where have you been?
does the dust taste better washed down with gin?
Tell us, Simon, where have you been?
my legs are getting heavy holdin' all this sin
You took your journey to the bottom of a pot of gold,
the world keeps on turning but you don't know how you got so old
Not even the city of lights could keep away the dark, cold nights
save yourself for somewhere later down the road
Tell us, Simon, where have you been?
does the dust taste better washed down with gin?
Tell us, Simon, where have you been?
my legs are getting heavy holdin' all this sin
Take your shoulders, hardened skin,
your love transforms you where the blades might have been
Just another year older, another year colder
close your eyes and ease your mind
What's the last thing you told her, poetic soldier?
no more a slave to terrestrial ties
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Check out
03:05
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You scare your life away with only the words that you speak
Your final hour is far away, but you can't help taking a peak
Ever since the day that you were born,
you were painfully aware that from this realm of existence you'd be torn
You watch the sunset every day, and crawl into your bed and pray,
that today won't be the day your mighty father takes you away
But where did all of your time go,
and what more is there to see?
We're all fucked as far as I know, to be damned is just to be
and if you rise above the highest plain,
would you stare him in the eyes and take his holy name in vain?
What are you afraid of?
Oh, are you afraid that he'll be gone?
Packed his bags, hit the freeway, and moved on
Your heart will break, it's all for naught,
go on back down to what you've got,
You swarm your head with passing thoughts,
had something else to say but you forgot
You shout to a void of apathetic ears,
the times they are a-changin', no one takes the time to hear
You choose to push your flowers before they have a chance to bloom
You take your final bow before the band stops the tune
Oh, but what are you afraid of?
Are you scared to never know
when it's time to don your wooden overcoat?
You exit with a final kiss, a solemn wave to the wife and kids,
there must be something more than this,
there has to be something more than this
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Ode to 20
02:33
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For twenty long years, I've been stuck
trying to perservere, no such luck
Wishing and waiting and hoping and praying
this surface would smooth out, I swear I'm not faking
but if we're being honest here - I think I'm fucked
You make me, you break me, you teach me how to feel
You shake me, you wake me up so I don't know what's real
Life isn't hard babe, it's all in your head,
and there's nothing attractive about being dead
Besides -- who wants a soul that's dripping in lead?
You say with a smile and you blow me a kiss
that better reminded me of a closed fist,
is that what you meant?
For twenty long years, I've been here
trying my level best to work through my fears
Wishing and waiting and hoping and praying
this surface would smooth out, I swear I'm not faking
but if we're being honest here - the end's not too clear
You make me, you break me, you teach me how to feel
You shake me, you wake me up so I don't know what's real
Life isn't hard babe, it's all in your head,
it's just a distraction until we're dead,
go fix yourself up -- your eyes look a little red
I say with a smile and I'll blow you a kiss
that better reminded you of a closed fist,
is that what you wanted, baby?
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Milky Way Babe
04:23
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The winds are a-changing, and the storms do run free
hit the ground running, the kids, they're all trying to be
Somebody different: a nomad, a wanderer,
a space age chick with an angel's smile and a dollar or two
The hip cats parade round the city,
the lights, they are shining, but they ain't as pretty
as the promise as wanderlust found
The sweet Mary Janes and Jane Does finding their ground
The stars were falling down her hair,
space crystals, they became aware that the dark black planes
they so calmly ran through,
was the hair of the milky way babe
lost and finding her way back home
You'll never know who you'll meet on the road
Saviors and stealers, Lucifer if you're bold
She wove her way down the strip bright as the sun
her own special galaxy everyone wished they were on
Not all that glitters is gold, so they say
the velvet scene's just a facade for decay
Beauty and blues combined,
lost in a colorful but painfully silent mind
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Las Mujercitas
03:57
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I watch you search for something tangible at your fingertips
I watch you search for someone capable
of making you feel better than this
You don't need fixed, you just need love
We don't need this, but we're too fucked up on this shit
It's what we've loved,
dancing with the devil but one song's not enough, oh no
The stars are a-dancin', they're a-dancin' for me,
wish you could slip your eyes into my skull and see what I see
a thousand tiny flames afloat a dark blue sea,
movin' with the music and it's setting me free
You don't need fixed, you just need love
We don't need this, we're just too fucked up on this shit
It's what we've loved
dancing with the devil but one song's not enough, oh no
The world's not where you left it, oh no,
rhyme and reason left when you least expected it
I cut my lips and I wait for it to blow,
I have the urge to run but I don't know where the fuck I should go
where the fuck do I go?
But baby, baby you don't need fixed
You just need love
We don't need this, we're just too fucked up,
this shit is what we've loved
dancing with the devil, but one soul's not enough, oh no
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Melanie A. Davis Murray, Kentucky
Singer-songwriter from western Kentucky. I sing about me, you, us, and the wild weird world we're currently living in.
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