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Kiss Me
04:14
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Teenage Spaceboy
04:18
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When I was kid I wanted to be an astronaut
Live in outer space so totally free
And love it a lot
I would fly about the station
In a constant state of weightless elation
I would sleep in a tube
It would be such a groove
I just wanna get myself out of this world
When I was fourteen the future didn't seem so bright
But still I'd stare up at the stars
Until late in the night
When one came through the ceiling
It was then I knew that weightless feeling
Blasted me to the moon
How very opportune
I had my toothbrush and my Tang
All set to be in the Right Stuff gang
Wrote a note to my mom and dad
"I won't be back. Please don't be mad."
I hope they love me and that they are glad
Now I've grown into a man and I live up on Mars
And from my bed I can see
A zillion stars
Take my new friends in my stride
Dark they are and golden-eyed
It's fun to live in space
It has been my saving grace
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3. |
Strip Back the Funk
05:44
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You gotta strip back the funk
Bring it down to a basic beat
Strip back the funk
Reet petite
Gotta walk it like you talk it
With a sliver of om-pah
Keep it down to a snap and a kick
With a bounce of loom-pah
Don't need nothing fancy
No sudden hips or hops
Just spin it right in the middle
Spin it right, Pops
You gotta strip back the funk
Bring it down to a basic beat
Strip back the funk
Reet petite
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4. |
Moxy Lady
03:23
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You know you you're a cute little heartbreaker
Moxy
You know you're a sweet little love maker
Moxy
I wanna take you home
I won't do you no harm, no
You've got to be all mine, all mine
Ooh, moxy lady
I see you on down on the scene
Moxy
You make me wanna get up and scream
Moxy
Ah, baby listen now
I've made up my mind
I'm tired of wasting all my precious time
You've got to be all mine, all mine
Moxy lady
Here I come
I'm gonna take you home
I won't do you no harm, no
You've got to be all mine, all mine
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5. |
Come On, Come On
04:59
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The last time that we spoke we didn’t speak at all
Didn’t say a single civil word, no
Just like we always were going back to the beginning
Back to that house so filled with rage
You like to looked down that long nose of yours
Thought that I was just a fuck up
Never saw past the surface to what was underneath
No that was not your job
Well I recall when your son said I was the black sheep
I wondered how he came to that
No I don’t wonder at all because I why he thought it
He was just repeating the tales that he heard
Don’t know what I ever did earn the mantle
I don’t remember doing shitty things
Maybe it’s the story you have inside your head
And you don’t wanna wreck the narrative
I remember the lousy gifts you sent to my kid
A crappy old book and a crummy sweater
I know you must think you are generous to a fault
But you aren’t and you never been
You weren’t there when I smashed into that tree
You weren’t there there when I broke my leg
You weren’t there when my daughter was born
No weren’t there for nothing
I know you think I’m a miserable ne’re-do-well
Never amount to nothing more than squat
I know you think I’m a failure at life
All my endeavors have come to nil
So this is why I’m writing this song to you
I want to make it plain and clear
To me you are not my sister you’re an alien
Like the creature from the black lagoon
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6. |
Kissy Face
05:07
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Happiness is a relative thing
But when I'm happy it's all zing, zing, zing
I'm electric, my brain is on fire
Burning me up with burning desire
Oh you kissy face
Kiss me once snd we embrace
Don't let go my kissy face
This is too much fun
Life is such a painful deal
Stuff happens snd you never quite heal
Do what you can then move right along
Make it your mission, make it your theme song
Don't worry 'bout what you can't fix
Just keep spinning your favorite mix
Time flies, it does not care
So make each day a wondrous affair
What was that you went and called me
Ooh, that's what I thought you said
Well I'm gonna go and turn the other cheek
Walk the righteous path instead
The world explodes wars rage on
A king is killed and you're still a pawn
The important thing is you're still alive
You get points if you survive
Does it matter, frankly it don't
Do what you will or do what you won't
If you're too tired to finish the race
Just hang on to your kissy face
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7. |
Cookiepuss
04:27
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She built a world out of cookies
'Cause she like the way that they taste
But she watched as her cookies crumbled
So she scrambled to make haste
But she never could forget them, how they melted on her lips
Even though she knew how
All the cookies went straight down to her hips
Oh, Cookiepuss
Sweet, sweet Cookiepuss
She made them outta sugar and she made them outta flour
She put them in her oven, let them bake for a half an hour
They came out soft and chewy
She put sprinkles on the top
Once you eat one or two of them you never want to stop
Cookiepuss
Yum, yum Cookiepuss
Sweet, sweet Cookiepuss
Sweet, sweet Cookiepuss
She liked her snickerdoodle, she liked her Oreo
She liked her Nutter Butter, no she never, never could say no
She liked her Famous Amos, she liked her Chips Ahoy
She liked her Sunshine Biscuits
There's so much she liked to enjoy
She would get her cravings in the middle of the night
Her local mini market was a beacon of light
She stocked up like it was a hurricane
She cleared out all their shelves
She stored away what she couldn't eat
Just like the Keebler elves
Cookiepuss
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They always say that all the best stuff
Winds up on the cutting room floor
But you never find out how it got there
Or why it must have been such a snore
I guess nothing's ever as good as it should be, yeah
Deleted scenes, forgotten dreams
We'd like to think we're perfect
And that our poop don't stink
But every once in a while
We find out we're not just who we think
Don't get too sentimental with your education, no
Deleted scenes, forgotten dreams
Like to see ourselves in a flattering light
Like to see ourselves shot from our best side
Like to have a good review or two
But don't like to show we like to hide
It's tough not to get what we want the way that we want it
Deleted scenes, forgotten dreams
Used to think my life was a movie
But then somehow I lost the plot
Something happened and then something else
It got as tangled as a gordian knot
In the end it went straight to DVD, yeah
Deleted scenes, forgotten dreams
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9. |
Bad Science
03:20
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Beliefs are like the air
They float around but never seem to come down
They are convenient but what do they really do
Is to keep you from understanding what is true
Bad science
Do you believe in alchemy
'Cause if you do I gotta a bridge I wanna sell to you
Some philosophy
You jerk your knee
Don't care 'bout double-blind
You got all the truth you need to find
Give me the data
That's all I need
Give me the data
Don't give me a pseudoscientific screed
Having faith is such a tricky thing
Without it you're lost but with it you're pretty lost as well
I rely on what I know
It's the way I understand
What I can know what I can really know
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Feel my toes down in the mud
Feel it seep into my blood
Sinking down to my waist
The ground as thick as paste
Every night I dream this dream
Like to know what it could mean
And I wish were flying, I wish I were flying
The good earth opens and drags me in
Yanks me out of my thin skin
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the weeds don't grow
Down in the ground where no rivers flow
Down in the ground here I go
Something strange sticks to my toes
With a smell lingers in my nose
It tastes just like lime and salt
As I slip between a jagged fault
Every night you'll find me here
For reasons that are not made clear
And I wish were flying, I wish I were flying
The good earth opens and drags me down
Down below the dirty ground
I'm going down, down in the ground
Down among the roots and decay
I'm going down, down in the ground
There is no light to point the way
I'm going down, down in the ground
Down among the dirt and the stones
I'm going down, down in the ground
Down among the dead men's bones
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Everything is a struggle
Everything is hard, hard, hard
Hard, hard, hard
She can't cut herself loose
When she's always on her guard, guard, guard
Guard, guard, guard
She tries to get up, get up
But she lands right on her crown
And she can't keep, can't keep from falling down
Everything is painful
Everything stings, stings, stings
Stings, stings, stings
She wants to take flight
But she ain't got no wings, wings, wings
Wings, wings, wings
She tries to force a smile, she tries
But it comes right out a frown
And she can't keep, can't keep from falling down
It's just so easy to mock her and laugh at all her folly
What with her nerdy glasses
She looks a little like a Buddy Holly
Everything's a wall
It gets right in you way, way, way
Way, way, way
She has to do her homework
When she would rather play, play, play
She would like to swim, swim away
But she is afraid that she will drown
And she can't keep, can't keep from falling down
Oh no she can't keep from falling down
She fell down and broke her crown
Now she looks just like a sad-faced clown
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12. |
All That I Am
05:13
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Sorry if I haven't measured up
To all your high expectations, oh yeah
I'm simply not good enough, good enough
I don't give off good vibrations
To you I'm just a big-time loser
Haven't held a steady job in years
How can I hope to defend myself
When what I say always falls on deaf ears
This is all that I am
You got certain high standards
That I could never hope to meet
I'm simply not good enough, good enough
To kneel at your royal feet
Maybe I should go to finishing school
And learn some proper etiquette
But no matter how hard I try
You will look at me like I'm all wet
You've got a dream life going
And me I'm living a living nightmare
How can you get where I am coming from
When you got nothing, nothing to compare
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