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Introduction
00:28
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I spent my life in the body of a stranger
Now I can see everybody feels how I feel
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Dennis
03:32
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There's a new kid at my school and
They say he's been to juvy like a half dozen times
And my friend saw him in woodwork engraving his
Name into chairs with a butterfly knife
At Sunday school they teach us all
To be patient and to try to understand
But word's going round he's got a bloodhound
And he trained it from a puppy just to kill on command
Dennis
Why are you like this?
Lighting fires in the wheely bins
Dennis
You're making it hard
When you're smelling like a cigarette
and walking into class
Do you think about the things you do?
Dennis
Wearing shredded jeans
They say he's got a brother and he's fighting in Iraq
When lunchtime comes he's the talk of the town
But Dennis isn't there cause he's eating out the back
And in my english class
He's seated right next to me
When I look he's gone and trashed his book
And he's scribbling graffiti on his answer sheet
Dennis
Why are you like this?
Lighting fires in the wheely bins
Dennis
You're making it hard
When you're smelling like a cigarette
and walking into class
Do you think about the things you do?
Dennis
Sometimes after school I see his Dad rocks up
Carrying a six pack, yelling at the top of his lungs
Why you gotta be playing up boy?
Why you gotta be playing up?
Dennis doesn't say a word
He's starting at the floor of the car
He takes a look at what he drew in class
and scrunches it up
Why you gotta be playing up, boy?
Why you gotta be playing up?
Dennis
Why are you like this?
Lighting fires in the wheely bins
Dennis
You're making it hard
When you're smelling like a cigarette
and walking into class
Do you think about the things you do?
Dennis
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Gasoline
03:10
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The old man's rambling on
With his trophies and his gun
Dry tobacco rolling off his chair
He looks at me with a 10 mile stare
Goes on about how he should have never sold
Says this land was overflowing with black gold
And once he's started there no escape
I wanted to leave at seven but now it's half past eight and
My Uncle Drew's got an old .22
Says the biggest mistake that he ever made
Was allowing the man in a government van
To come get their hands on his gasoline!
He says "kiddo I ain't telling no lie
Don't you ever trust a man in a suit and tie"
Look around him, his house is just a mess
He's got a half eaten bag of salted pork rinds on his chest
Oh Uncle I love you dearly I do
But look at the time it's already a quarter to
He doesn't hear me he's pointing in the air
Cussing at the sky from his armchair
My Uncle Drew's got an old .22
Says the biggest mistake that he ever made
Was allowing the man in a government van
To come get their hands on his gasoline!
(Instrumental Break)
My Uncle Drew's got an old .22
Says the biggest mistake that he ever made
Was allowing the man in a government van
To come get their hands on his gasoline!
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Here's to You
03:18
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When you smile with your eyes
It feels like summer skies
and when they put my braces in
You even liked my toothy grin
You know me far too well by now
For me to lie about the way I feel
So here's to you
Getting everything that you want!
You dress like you're from '93
Can't believe you still listen to CDs
Your always telling me something new
From all those books you make it though
You know me far too well by now
For me to lie about the way I feel
So here's to you
Getting everything that you want!
But I admit some things we do frustrate each other dearly
Like the way you only clean your room out yearly
Or the way I read instructions as a very last resort
Or the way you fix my grammar like a lawyer in a court
(Instrumental)
You know me far too well by now
For me to lie about the way I feel
So here's to you
Getting everything that you want!
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Papers
03:42
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How many years has it been?
The office is cluttered, the desk sinking in
Birds nest made out of pencils and pens
Empty eyes pass me by in the halls
My lectures finish without an applause
Half of these kids will be gone in the fall
I've got papers to write
People to teach
A chorus of eyes
And they're not there for me
I stare at the paint
that dries on the wall
I've been working all night
I've got papers to write
Papers to write
I started this job in '74,
Nixon resigned and the Vietnam war
I thought I held all the answers before
In '89 I watched on the screen
As they tore down the wall in Berlin
I can't believe I thought I was old back then
I've got papers to write
People to teach
A chorus of eyes
And they're not there for me
I stare at the paint
that dries on the wall
I've been working all night
I've got papers to write
Papers to write
Every once in a while I catch a glimpse of myself
In the reflection of a photo frame
And damn this old skin
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6. |
Our Best Mate Ron
02:42
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It's about 11 in the morning
I got woken by a knocking at the door
It's the landlord with a house inspection
But we still haven't cleaned up from the night before
Hey!
And to think it started with a
Couple drinks to celebrate our
Best mate Ron deploying in a couple days
But I guess we got carried away
He called his mates and soon enough, well,
They called theirs and my apartment
Living room was looking like the Mardi gras
And the stains won't come out of my floor
It's about 11 in the morning
I got woken by a knocking at the door
It's the landlord with a house inspection
But we still haven't cleaned up from the night before
Hey!
If we're calm we could play off like we're
not at home if only it weren't for our
best mate Ron lying unconscious on the lawn
And he looks like he's come back from the war
(Instrumental)
It's about 11 in the morning
I got woken by a knocking at the door
It's the landlord with a house inspection
But we still haven't cleaned up from the night before
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7. |
Read Between the Lines
03:58
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I sleep in the spare bed
She stays up reading in the main
A decade since we wrote our wedding vows
No baby on the way
If we can't see the writing on the wall
Then we can't see anything at all
But maybe being blind is better
Cause she says 'I love you' with an asterisk
I say 'I need you' with a question mark
And I think we know our story is running out of time
Why can't we read between the lines?
I met her in my English class
When we were seventeen
We used to make fun of the lines
Of that Shakespeare poetry
When we could see the writing on the wall
When we could be anything at all
But now it seems that being blind is better
Cause she says 'I love you' with an asterisk
I say 'I need you' with a question mark
And I think we know our story is running out of time
Why can't we read between the lines?
In my mind this played out like my favourite films
But they got the script all wrong
And now I'm here
In her place I see a different pair of eyes
I see a different pair of hands
To hold me near
We used to read each other like a page
But when I look the words begin to fade
So maybe being blind is better
When she says 'I love you' with an asterisk
And I say 'I need you' with a question mark
And I think we know our story is running out of time
Why can't we read between the lines?
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Everything is Alright
01:09
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Everything is Alright (repeat)
You've been working later than usual and I know that
Things are hard for you right now
I think what you need more than anything is just a
Holiday away from this town
A Holiday!
Everything is Alright (repeat)
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Kyle
03:20
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Yeah she's cute, I make her smile
She's got a boyfriend, his name is Kyle
He's a nice guy, I guess but
I'll get something off my chest
First off all he thinks it's fine
To tell the same jokes every time
His one liners on a loop
Like he's touring for the troops
And while most things about him I'll forgive
His laugh, it drives me crazy
Like an air raid horn but more irritating
And you know that I don't judge
But really don't you think that it's a little much
When his laugh it's making me sweat
Like a battle ship horn but it's higher than an fighter jet
When he starts everybody hears
It's an artillery shell in my ears
Yeah she's cute, I make her smile
And I've known her for a while
Her eyes make Angels blush
Like she's painted from a brush
Then right behind, this guy enters
And he puts me in the trenches
And I wonder what even lies
Behind those dull and vacant eyes
And while most the things about him I'll forgive
His laugh, it drives me crazy
Like an air raid horn but more irritating
And while I try not to judge
Really don't you think that it's a little much
When his laugh it's making me sweat
Like a battle ship horn but it's higher than an fighter jet
When he starts everybody hears
It's an artillery shell in my ears
Whoever said that all is fair in love and war
Has never been in love before
Cause nothing feels quite like it should be
And I feel like a land mine waiting to be stood upon
Just leave me in my earthy tomb
As I think about the way things could be
And while most the things about him I'll forgive
His laugh, it drives me crazy
Like an air raid horn but more irritating
And while I try not to judge
Really don't you think that it's a little much
When his laugh it's making me sweat
Like a battle ship horn but it's higher than an fighter jet
When he starts then every body hears
It's an artillery shell in my ears
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Never in my life have I be more afraid of love
Darling I can hear you crying in the stairwell up above
It's looking like the show is up we've played our last duet
And the music that we made becomes a tune that we'll forget
Hello darling I gotta say
I didn't think I'd see things go this way
And I'll be leaving without a fight
Looks like I'll be driving home tonight
I know that things might be a little funny for a while
When I see you out in public and we share an awkward smile
Maybe I'll be jealous when you long for someone new
And his music fills your heart with more than mine could ever do
Hello darling I gotta say
I didn't think I'd see things go this way
And I'll be leaving without a fight
Looks like I'll be driving home
I sing this lullaby at the end of it all
I give a bow and wait for the audience applause
but the stale midnight air
Is the only thing I hear
Hello darling I gotta say
I didn't think I'd see things go this way
And I'll be leaving without a fight
Looks like I'll be driving home tonight
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Dom J. Crosato QLD, Australia
'I'm writing the soundtrack to a musical that doesn't exist.'
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