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Gang's All Here
04:48
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Well I had a party in my dreams
And all the old gang was there
There was Daphne doing shots of whiskey
And Danny with his real cool hair
Well Bob he put on old his Fender
And Tom was over on his kit
And Jeffrey he picked up his Rickenbacker bass
And mom and dad they pitched a fit
They pitched a fit
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
The gang's all here
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
The gang's all here
Bring the good cheer
Well the party went for days and days
And everyone got real stoned
The house it spun like a crazy carousel
Till the neighbors said the cops were phoned
But that just made Bob play louder
And Tom banged harder on his snare
And Jeff he churned out a mean bass line
What the fuck did we give a care
We didn't care
We really dug each other
We were partners in crime
Yeah we really dug each other
We had a killer good time
Well this party it came to end
And we all felt pretty wasted
We reveled in our debauchery
And all the good times that we had tasted
Well Bob packed up his trusty Fender
And Tom took down his old drums
And Jeff unplugged his bass guitar
Yeah that dream for me it still hums
It still hums
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2. |
Marching to Shibboleth
04:24
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I got all the answers
And I can tell you what you need to do
If you follow my instructions
You will find yourself a buried clue
I am your bestest bet
As close to God as you will get
We are marching to Shibboleth
With the eagle and the sword
We are praising Zion till her death
Until we meet our last reward
If I seem a bit opaque
That's because you're a philistine
You're not good enough to kiss my ring
Or understand just what I might mean
I come from another breed
I fulfill a certain human need
Don't ask questions
Just you follow me
And I will lead you by your nose
If I seem a bit superior
It's because I am I suppose
I will love you like a child
You will look at me beguiled
Marching, marching to Shibboleth
Marching, marching to Shibboleth
Marching, marching to Shibboleth
Until we meet our last reward
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3. |
I Knew You When
04:17
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When I think about my childhood
And all the kids that I knew
I remember names and I remember faces
A lot of memories accrue
You and me we both loved music
And so we went and started a band
I wanted us to be like the Beatles
To live that life firsthand
We thought that we would really make it
I can't say that I know you
Or know just where you been
But I can I say that I knew you
I knew you when
We moved out to New York City
And we practiced nearly every day
We saw eye to eye on almost every little thing
We knew what each other would say
Well people they sort of dug us
Would come a ways to see our shows
We played our freaking hearts out
To the kids in the very last rows
We thought that we would really make it
Why oh why didn't we
Why oh why didn't we
Why oh why didn't we
Why oh why didn't we fly
One day I got myself a new girlfriend
And you got a job selling cars
We didn't have the time to write our songs
Or sing to people in seedy bars
Now I am pushing on 60
And you are right up there too
Don't expect that you will ever think about me
And I don't know what to think of you
We thought that we would really make it
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4. |
The Man Who Wasn't There
04:49
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I went to grad school
And got some advanced degrees
I learned about physics
And the mating call of bees
I got real smart, much smarter than most
But what I pursued was a ghost
What have I learned and what have I got
Am I better man
Has it all been for naught
Where am I going
And what will I find
For all my knowledge
I don't know my own mind
I spend my days pursuing pursuits
I chase them down in my scuffed-up mental boots
Is it all academic, does it make any sense
Am I only living in the present tense
I'm the man who wasn't there
I'm the man who wasn't there
When I lived I occupied time and space
But when I left I did not leave a trace
Wish I was smarter and knew where I was going
Everyone around me
Somehow seems more knowing
All these things I do
Don't make me feel fulfilled
When it comes to living life
I guess I'm not that skilled
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5. |
Only Time Will Tell
04:29
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Will the world end up going to hell
Only time will tell
Or will things wind up turning out well
Only time will tell
There are troubles in the middle east
Troubles in the midwest too
Everyone is unhappy, yeah
What's a body to do
People say they want their freedom
They want it ASAP
They are ready to die in the streets
They're filled with a certain esprit
Some folks they get the good stuff
Some folks have all the fun
But if you are just a little bit patient, yeah
You too will have your day in the sun
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6. |
Grow Up or Fall Apart
03:57
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Must admit I've seen better days for sure
Seems I got a disease for which there is no cure
Can't afford to go out on the town or even pay my rent
All because of my arrested development
Sooner or later
Gotta grow up or fall apart
Sooner or later
But now's a good time to start
It used to be cool to act like a child
Scream and yell and get down and get totally wild
But when you push thirty well it's not so keen
Whaddya do once your angry young man vents his spleen
Tough to keep up
Tough to keep pace
Tough to stay in the human rat race
Tough to bend
And tough to grow
Tough to always be in the know
Life is hard
Life is mean
You're either out or you're in-between
Life is cruel
Life is cold
It's no fun growing old
You used to look good but now well not so much
You used to be hip but now you have lost touch
Used to be plugged in to any sudden trend
Now you've no idea what's coming around the bend
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7. |
Come Away
06:04
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When you get down, down so bad
And you don't know where to go
There's a place, a place not from here
It's a place I bet you know
Kick off your boots, unpack your sorrows
And just let go of your woe
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
When you get broke, broke and blue
And you don't know which way to turn
There's a town around the bend
It's a town for which we all yearn
Here's a map, here's your destination
They're waiting there for your return
Come away, come away
Let go of your troubles and your strife
Come away, come away
Build yourself a brand-new life
When you get lost and can't find your way
And hope has vanished like a trifling sigh
Don't give up and don't give in
Don't hold up your hands and say why oh why
There's a dream, a dream for you
A dream that just refuses to die
Home, home on the range
That is where, that is where I belong
Take me back, take me back
Well I yearn, well I yearn for your song
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8. |
Bang the Drum
04:59
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Bang, bang, boom, boom
Bang, bang, boom, boom
C'mon and bang the drum
Bang the drum
The good hate the bad
And the bad hate the good
They want to blow each other up
And they'd do it if they could
The righteous hate the sinners
But the sinners couldn't care
And all the bald old men
Hate the men with all the hair
The Jews hate the Muslims
And the Muslims hate the Jews
The whites they hate the blacks
It's always in the news
Conservatives hate the liberals
And the Christians hate the gays
Everywhere you look
It's a hating craze
What's with all the hate
What does it get us
It gets us nothing
Nothing at all
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9. |
Scoundrels
04:34
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There was Dan and there was Daisy
There was Jeff and there was Maisy
Together they were all a little bit crazy
Yeah, oh yeah
They made for a funky quartet
Wanna know how scary they could get
Well you ain't seen nothin' yet
Man, oh man
They were scoundrels, wicked scoundrels
They hurled their sticks and their stones
They were scoundrels, nasty scoundrels
They were bad in their bones
They tore up the whole countryside
In a red Trans Am with some flames on the side
They looked so cool in their hopped-up ride
Yeah, oh yeah
Stole from the poor and gave to the rich
In a rather unorthodox switch
They left my grandma lying in a ditch
Boy, oh boy
Dan dined on human flesh
And Daisy picked the remains
Jeff had a taste for Type O blood
And Maisy sucked on the veins
Dan and Daisy they died pretty young
He ate her liver and she ate his tongue
All that remained was a pile of dung
Yeah, oh yeah
Jeff and Maisy they moved the Valley
They opened up a bowling alley
They had a daughter and they named her Sally
Sweet, real sweet
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What was that
What was that sound
It always seems to happen
When there’s no one around
Wish I could describe it
Just so I can be clear
‘Cause every time I hear it
I feel fear
It’s not in the closet
It’s not under the bed
It’s a slight disturbance in my mind
It’s not in the walls
It’s not in the world outside
It’s a slight disturbance in my mind
It’s kinda spooky
It kinda freaks out
It’s got an ugly mug
And a piggy snout
I think it knows me
It calls out my name
Wish I understood it
Wish I knew its aim
I hear it breathing
I hear its laugh
The look in its eyes
Cuts me in half
I wanna kill it
Wanna send it back to hell
But it lives within me
Inside my every cell
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11. |
Badass
04:42
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You can kick me when I'm down
But don't you cry for me
With your tears of a clown
There's nothing you can say will ever hurt me
And once I get away you'll be dirt to me
I'm a badass
Just a badass
I'm bad, I'm bad
You can smack me in the face
You can scream at me and get on my case
But you can't penetrate my tough force field
You won't catch me crying or see me yield
I'm a badass
Just a badass
I'm bad, I'm bad
You can sock me square in the teeth
But you can't touch what is underneath
I have an armor as thick as lead
So go ahead and punch me in my big fat head
I'm a badass
Just a badass
I'm bad, I'm bad
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12. |
Sayonara
05:16
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I read the news today, oh boy
It shook me down to my very core
A limousine was blazing through the streets
Its sirens were cranking full bore
And I say, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Sayonara, adieu
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Sayonara, adieu
I read the news today, oh boy
It shook me down to my very soul
A man was ascending to his throne
He was breathing through his blowhole
He flapped his arms like some strange bird
He was speaking shibboleth
I read the news today, oh boy
It 'bout scared me half to death
A man he was turning red with rage
He was holding in his big fat breath
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