1. |
Dream Girl
06:38
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Yeah.
Well it’s a Friday night and I’m tryin’ to take shelter from the rain,
light another cigarette, try and ease my pain.
Took a look at the time, it was past midnight.
Light another maybe feel alright?
I guess I’ll head on home, get cozy in my bed.
Head on home, delve deep in my head.
I guess I’ll head on home, get cozy in my bed.
Head on home, delve deep inside my head.
Gonna see my… Dream Girl
Yeah my Dream Girl.
I need my Dream Girl like a dog on a bone,
but every time I wake up I’m still alone.
My Dream Girl
In our dream world.
And when I wake up in morning and she ain’t there,
I’m gonna shut my eyes and feel her care.
You know I love my dream girl.
I love her.
Well it’s a Saturday afternoon, really wanna sleep.
I got a pretty woman I’m dying to see.
Take a couple swigs, walk about, and smell the air…
Take a look for a little, but I don’t want to stare.
Just wanna walk on home, get beneath my sheets.
I got a pretty woman I’m dying to meet.
Just wanna walk on home, get between my sheets.
I got a pretty woman I’m dying to meet.
Gonna see my… Dream Girl
Yeah my Dream Girl.
She’s got dark red hair, not straight, not curled,
and deep brown eyes prettier than pearl.
Dream Girl,
yeah my Dream Girl
And when I wake up in morning
and find it’s all fake it’s gonna make my head twirl.
You know I love my Dream Girl.
Well it’s a Monday afternoon, ‘bout 1:43,
Basking in the wind like it’s gonna set me free.
Got a couple pills called the gateway.
Already I’m wondering what she’s gonna say.
I’m gonna head on home, I’m gonna shut the blinds,
Head on home, see a girl that’s mine.
I’m gonna head on home, I’m gonna shut the blinds,
Head on home, see a girl that’s mine.
Gonna see my Dream Girl,
yeah, my Dream Girl.
I’ll lend her my hand and ask her to dance,
and under the sun make sweet romance.
Dream Girl, yeah,
in our dream world.
And when time comes and I know I can’t stay
i’ll tell her tomorrow I’ll be back to play.
You know I love my Dream Girl.
Dream Girl take my hand,
gonna go to our dream land,
Dream Girl take my hand.
You know I love my,
You know I love my,
You know I love my,
You know I love my Dream Girl.
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2. |
Harlot
05:54
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She roams alone and is known to be the rose-colored one,
who paints her days vibrant with acrylics and evenings water based, oh so pacific.
Her brushes’ bristles clemently tickle reality as a smile of solace is lent silently.
And with a flower in her hair and absence of cares, she, the rose-colored one,
maneuvers her wrists
and composes life,
her canvas.
Loving Harlot.
Caring Harlot.
Our true love is just a horrid hardship.
Beautiful Harlot.
Unique Harlot.
Might not be perfect but she ain’t far from it.
I miss her face.
I miss her skin.
Love that Harlot even if it’s sin.
I love her hair.
I love her eyes.
Love that Harlot til the day I die.
Lonely fool.
Wounded fool.
Sittin’ alone by his own deep dark red pool.
Blissful fool.
Tranquil fool.
He loves his Harlot, she’s his gorgeous jewel.
Yeah.
He needs a hand.
He needs a heart.
Last one was okay,
But he wants a new start.
He gives pure love,
and she receives.
Buds of passion grow into leaves;
they blow off in the breeze.
In times of chaos, sickness of all the sort, and brief love affairs,
we can always look to the essence of the magnificent magnolia.
It’s in bloom on the winter solstice.
Reminding, reminding, reminding,
tomorrow bears opportunities of optimism.
Not only doom.
My lovely Harlot, yeah.
My lovely Harlot, yeah.
My lovely Harlot, yeah.
My lovely Harlot, yeah.
My lovely Harlot,
Harlot
Harlot
Harlot
My Harlot
My Harlot
My Harlot
My Harlot
My little girl.
My loving Harlot, yeah.
My lovely Harlot, yeah.
My lovely Harlot,
Harlot
Harlot
My little girl.
My lovely Harlot, yeah.
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3. |
Inspiration
05:02
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I’m gone away, I think I’m gone to stay, little girl.
I’m gone away, I think I’m gone to stay, little girl.
I’ll be riding high on the highway, and the sailing the stormy seas.
I’ll make my home in every town I see.
And I’ll work real hard at what I wanna be.
And the glasses won’t be empty,
The drinks will all be free.
Communication is gonna save me now.
I ain’t got no ticket, but I’m going right in anyhow.
There ain’t nobody gonna stop me now.
There’s ain’t no coming back tomorrow,
There ain’t no pain, there ain’t no sorrow.
I’m here to stay,
There ain’t no place for me.
And if I leave,
Out in the streets I’ll be.
And there ain’t no comfort out there,
No shelter from the breeze.
Inspiration maybe will help me
Try to reject the heartache,
all my thoughts are in your handshake,
I might find the right road,
We move on together.
The only way we know,
The only way we know is the way the owl knows.
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4. |
The Lucky One
04:45
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When I go down
You know I’m gonna burn this town
You know I’m gonna run home for cover
In the arms of another.
Well you see my life,
I’m just another desperate man.
Keep on doing what I’m doing,
I don’t know who I’m fooling
Maybe I’m the lucky one.
The clock strikes three
And there’s nothing left for me.
You know I’m gonna sit back down
And take one last look around.
Then I see your golden hair,
And your wild and crazy stare.
Just your sweet serenity
And everyone can see,
Or maybe I’m the only one.
And it’s your sweet, sweet, sweet serenity.
And I know your heart will soon belong to me.
Hey girlfriend, won’t you let me in again?
I’ve seen ya around this place before.
You come for me, you still hold the key.
Hey who’s that knockin’ at your door?
Fingers start to burn and there’s music there to learn.
We love and hate one another, but we rely on each other.
It’s just a simple line that makes a complicated verse
And it’s a sorry song we sing, the pain always comes first.
Maybe I’m the lonely one.
And it’s your sweet, sweet, sweet serenity.
And I know your heart will soon belong to me.
Hey girlfriend, won’t you let me in again?
I’ve seen ya around this place before.
You come for me, you still hold the key.
Hey who’s that knockin’ at your door?
Maybe I’m the lucky one.
Hey who’s that knockin’ on your door?
Maybe I’m the lucky one.
Oh, maybe I’m the lucky one.
Yeah, maybe I’m the lucky one.
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5. |
Second Best
04:42
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There’s a haze in the air today,
And my baby has gone away.
Everybody is out for play,
Can’t stop thinking of you today.
Can the sun burn the clouds away?
I know just what I’m gonna say.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face
And the rain makes you beautiful.
Well I’ll try again,
Wondering if I’m second best
when I know it for sure.
And the wind rolling under my wings is all I need,
I’ll never need more.
Summer wind got me out of bed,
And the pain in my head is dead.
Don’t give a damn about what was said,
I’ll make the best of myself instead.
I think I lost another job today.
I let another one slip away.
I’ll make it up on a Saturday.
Just another lost payday.
And if I stay, I’ll still be second best. I know it for sure.
And if I leave, I may be the best.
It’s been so long, girl.
And I really miss you.
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6. |
The Bridge
06:19
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The Bridge
Oh, I’m up on the bridge again,
And I don’t know what to do.
Oh, I can’t make up my mind again,
I’ll probably drive right through.
There are things that piss me off,
there’s nothing I can do.
Suck it up and swallow the cause,
or it comes right back to you.
Oh, I’m down on the streets again,
Just looking for someone to do.
I find the man with the carnation on,
And I got what I need to do.
I’m up on the bridge again, oh no.
Up on the bridge again, and I don’t want to go.
Up on the bridge again,
the easy way to go.
Up on the bridge again.
The wrong way you know,
The wrong way you know.
The wrong way you know,
The wrong way you know.
Oh, I’m feeling fine today.
I wanna go out and play.
Oh, and it’s a sunny day,
To go blow my mind away.
I’m up on the bridge again, oh no.
Up on the bridge again, and I don’t want to go.
Up on the bridge again,
the easy way to go.
Up on the bridge again.
The wrong way you know,
The wrong way you know.
The wrong way you know,
The wrong way you know.
I’m deep inside my darkest rut,
But do I really have the guts?
To make the jump,
To make the change,
To end it all in oh such vain.
I’m feeling up,
I’m feeling down,
The bridge is tall, but fall profound,
I don’t know what I’m gonna do.
To make the jump or come back to you.
Back to you.
Back to you.
Back to you.
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7. |
Loaded Gun
04:45
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Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Outrun my loaded gun.
Hey you in the distance,
I’ve really been missin’
your comfort by my side,
it’s a truth I can’t deny.
But your face has changed.
And I’ve become so strange.
I’ve never felt this way.
There’s no words that can say.
You better say you’re sorry,
or there’ll be a quarry,
in which you’ll sleep in,
And a new life I’ll begin.
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Outrun my loaded gun. X4
The truth is I love you
And I know this is new.
You better watch your back.
I’m ready to attack.
She was my only woman.
And I know it ain’t no sin
for you to be with her now,
but would your mother be proud?
My only brother
couldn’t be with another
soul roaming these plains,
knowing you it’d be the same.
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Outrun my loaded gun. X4
You know I still remember,
our youth and childhood;
I thought we would never,
be misunderstood.
You know you crossed my line,
and I might not feel fine.
The time is now to pay the price,
I think your life should suffice.
Where is my mind?
Do I feel fine
knowing that it’s alright,
to take your life?
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Outrun my loaded gun. X4
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Outrun my loaded gun.
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Outrun my loaded gun.
Outrun my loaded gun.
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8. |
Faces in the Sand
06:17
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Underneath the sky,
and beside the cadence of tides.
Consciousness slips away
And the pain subsides.
Stars above shine bright.
Howling at the moon.
All that’s wrong fades to right,
dancing over washed ruin.
Yeah!
Faces of time, scattered in sand,
Cry out all pain of this harmful land.
Faces of time, scattered in sand,
Cry out all pain of this harmful land.
A trip gone right,
A trip gone wrong.
The dunes take shape
and the screams are long.
Run boy, run.
You gotta run from this place.
You gotta do your best.
You gotta try and escape.
Break out of the prison, escape the land,
of pained faces screaming in the sand.
Yeah!
Faces of time, scattered in sand,
Cry out all pain of this harmful land.
Faces of time, scattered in sand,
Cry out all pain of this harmful land.
You know they do.
Time to time my sight returns to the dunes,
lit bright by the moon.
A breeze of air sings a horrible tune.
Though horrific, it was a boon.
Grain by grain they’re reborn.
Syncopated screams, flesh deformed.
Moans of terror from those who died,
Weeping they stare and harshly cry.
Faces of time, scattered in sand,
Cry out all pain of this harmful land.
Faces of time, scattered in sand,
Cry out all pain of this harmful land.
You know, sometimes I visit back to that enlightening land. I still swoon.
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9. |
Goodbye
03:00
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When you shut your ears I closed my eyes,
reflected how we’d coincide;
your fingers warm inside mine,
but they’re so cold now
they’ve slipped away,
I’m ready to say,
Goodbye.
A bright memory, turned silhouette.
Your soul I recall, but face I forget.
We used to share so much joy.
The sun has set now, it’s gone away.
I’m ready to say,
Goodbye.
Goodbye, brown eyes.
Your pigment has changed.
I used to know you,
but you’re not the same.
Goodbye, old love.
Goodbye, old friend.
I’m sorry to tell you but this is the end.
Goodbye.
The book is finished, it’s on the shelf.
I could read it again, or write something else.
The choice to smile or frown.
Joy has come, it’s here to stay.
No more dismay.
Goodbye.
Our shadows cast down different paths,
We tried to hold on, but we’re not daft.
Freedom from you is coming.
No more tears and no more fears.
Joy is near.
Goodbye, brown eyes.
Your pigment has changed.
I used to know you,
but you’re not the same.
Goodbye, old love.
Goodbye, old friend.
I’m sorry to tell you but this is the end.
Goodbye.
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10. |
Outbreak
09:26
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When all burst out in laughter in regard to propaganda of today,
the xenophobes are unveiled before the audience that is society.
They fade off into a state governed and mastered by their own.
The arms in rotation have come to change plethoras of times.
Evolution and disintegration of purity is the age we now inhabit.
For some, shamefully.
For others, boastingly smug.
A plague of detriment is coming and I’m afraid it might make the world shake.
It’s gonna shake, yeah.
A terror of times for brilliant minds,
all at risk,
in the midst,
of the vast mass of the outbreak.
It’s breaking out, yeah.
A disease of conformity drifts about in the filth of the air,
for famine has struck.
Left the remainder frightened,
but we are vigilant.
Onward now we must to the next village,
we have to ride, yeah.
we have to ride.
we have to ride.
we have to ride, yeah.
A plague of detriment is coming and I’m afraid it might make the world shake.
It’s gonna shake, yeah.
A terror of times for brilliant minds,
all at risk,
in the midst,
of the vast mass of the outbreak.
Outbreak is coming,
Outbreak is here.
Outbreak is coming,
it knows your deepest darkest fear.
I hear you laughing.
I hear you crying.
I hear you laughing.
I hear everything.
An underground railroad to ride to prosperity,
where truth is to be conveyed.
From there on forth there is only the choice,
left in the hands of the mind of the beholder.
Be well, and be safe.
For brothers and sisters the time has come…
to ride.
We gotta ride.
We gotta ride, ride, ride…
A plague of detriment is coming and I’m afraid it might make the world shake.
It’s gonna shake, yeah.
A terror of times for brilliant minds,
all at risk,
in the midst,
of the vast mass of the outbreak.
Outbreak is coming, yeah.
Outbreak, yeah!
Ride, yeah, we gotta ride!
Come on take my hand,
I know you don’t understand.
Come on take my hand,
I’ll take you away to the land…
of understanding.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah,
The outbreak!
Upon completion of my pilgrimage bathed in light,
throughout the day and moments of fright
when I’ve found I have nothing to say,
I’ll tend to a crutch to impair the most severe plight
and begin my venture into my darkest night.
Yeah.
Because…
A plague of detriment is coming and I’m afraid it might make the world shake.
It’s gonna shake, yeah.
A terror of times for brilliant minds,
all at risk,
in the midst,
of the vast mass of the outbreak.
The outbreak!
Yeah. Whoa!
Outbreak is coming, yeah.
Outbreak is here.
Outbreak, outbreak, yeah.
Breaking out, breaking out, yeah.
Break out, breaking out, yeah.
Outbreak is breaking out, yeah.
Run, run, gotta ride,
Ya gotta
Run, run, you gotta ride.
Ya gotta
Run, run, you gotta ride, yeah.
Ride, ride, gotta run,
you gotta have a little fun underneath the sun,
you gotta ride, yeah.
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11. |
The Looney Bin
11:16
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The Looney Bin
a: Code 9
Hey boy, come on in, welcome back to the Looney Bin. We'll tell you those truths were lies, we'll make you confide...in the Looney Bin.
Write your fears on the wall, tiled high and tiled tall; we won't read them anyway. You'll be okay, it's better this way if you stay...in the Looney Bin.
Hey doctor, let me out, I want to scream and shout for all to hear. Scream my about my love, scream about my fears, outside... of the Looney Bin.
So come inside my mind, see my design and see I'm fine. I might be a bit of beat, but that doesn't reserve my seat... in the Looney Bin.
This is society, but not reality. Where is the rest of the world? You all think you know best. But have you been put to test? Or in the Looney Bin?
Can anybody hear my screams? Can anybody hear my sighs? Am I really alone here at night? If I'm forced to stay inside, I'll hide inside my mind. Maybe then I'll be fine...in the Looney Bin.
Your bed's made of rock, food's gone stale, but we don't care. In our minds you sin, and we believe you need to be in the Looney Bin.
Shower curtain's gone and water ice-cold, you'd think it get better for being bold. But in these walls, I am just a Joker who raves and gets no phone call...in the Looney Bin.
Hey fucker, let me out! Let me tell you what it's about! I've got a key to your lock and you're just in shock. And then when I call for my love, the one I call mine, the perimeter's secure and the halls echo, "Code Nine," in the Looney Bin.
b: Detainee's Dissuasion
Hey there nurse, hey can't you please, won't you please do this for me? Throw these pills away, I'm not here to stay. So please throw these pills away, we can just go outside and play.
Oh hey there nurse, oh won't you please let, please nurse lady oh won't you let, Let me outside this house, I'm no cat to a mouse (I swear, I didn't do it, yeah!). So please nurse, please nurse, please...let's go outside this house.
Cause this ward is strong, And the halls are long, And I, I... Don't belong in here! Cause my mind ain't wrong, I just won't get along (in here). I know, I know, I know, I don't belong here (I'm wrong here)!
So hey there nurse, oh won't you please, can't you please...hand me those keys? Those keys to that big black door, too far away on the floor? Please, nurse, please... I can't reach anymore!
So hey there Mr. Doctor, Won't you please return, My right to think free, that I have damn well earned. Your smug condescension fills me with pity, Doctor or nobody, even a mad man can see you are nothing.
c: Warden's West Wing
Sleep long, sleep well. Sleep inside your prison cell. Sleep good, sleep tight. Embrace your fears or drown in fright.
Turned my name into a damn number, And took away my daily slumber.
Sleep long, sleep well. I can't in case you can't tell. Sleep good, sleep tight. I can't make it through the night.
Walls of tile wreak with historic pain, Of men who've seen more blood than rain; None was in vain.
Sleep long, sleep well; Sleep in heaven, sleep in hell. Sleep good, sleep tight. Maybe you'll make it through the night.
Stray jackets can't contain my mind, it's far too deep inside.
So welcome to the Looney Bin, the gathering of minds who shall compose righteous sins. (It begins).
d: Code 9 (reprise)
Welcome back to the Looney Bin x ∞
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The Knight Owls New Jersey
Composing music that encourages the mind to transcend, interpret, and take away something beneficial to themselves and the world around.
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