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1. |
Why?
01:50
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Why can't companies use less plastic?
Produce less tragic, wouldn't that be magic?
Who the hell are you do, have you recycled your goddamned cans?
You have to wash them out before you put 'em in the bin
Then the garbage men come in, and they put em in the trash
But don't worry 'bout that, and that's why we have to use plastic
Why does the country have to fight so many wars?
Is it 'cause we're bored? Or just wanna fight more?
Who the hell are you, have you even run for congress?
Hell, maybe if you win, you can do a little spin
High five politicians who payed to get in
Never mind the wars, focus on your re-election
Why can't my friend get healthcare for himself,
Or his wife or his children, or anyone else?
Who the hell are you, are you even a goddamned doctor?
See you gotta to get a job and work real hard
And hope if you're sick that they take your card
And you hope what ya got is a non-deductible condition
Why would God make the goddamned world?
Where suffering abounds for the boys and the girls?
Who the hell are you to question what's going on?
Do you have strange visions, see words in the sky?
Spelling you'll get the pie in the sky when you die
Just trust us on this one, we've only read one book
I don't have questions, don't have answers
There's just one thing that I'd like to mention
Don't let tyranny into your precious mind
Cause people like to talk to attain power
And my people, to me, are like pretty flowers
Best left alone and appreciated with wine
Yeah, best left alone and appreciated with wine
Just wait my friend, we'll all prevail in time
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2. |
All in This Together
03:18
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Oh and whats a kid to do when confronted with delusions
of people hoarding paper, who love the age old ruses
Why do broke folks drink too much, why do they hate their jobs
Hell, If only they worked harder, never mind they're too far gone
Cause we're all in this together, except the some of us who aren't
From the bays of San Fransisco to the Mountains of Vermont
Their condo's killed our houses, now they're driving German cars
And we're all in this together, except the some of us who aren't
Many a man can say they've done no harm, except unto themselves
Many a man does work his hardest through life's aches, and pains and spells
Sure it's rare to find a man that thinks he's above both you and me
Except in religion, business, politics and the trooper down the street
I've noticed brothers, sisters, who vote against themselves
as if their only purpose was to propagate fresh hells
and still they get abused, as aristocracy maintains
all the benefactors wink, and joke: "Hey, we're all the same"
Well I do love this country, and it's patriotic fables
Massachusetts is my home from North Adams out to Haverhill
Anecdotally, I'm totally convinced that all our States
are run by money grubbing psychopaths who claim they're men of faith
Now's not the time for losing faith, I at least have hope
For the people I see every day, most of em good folks
I'm just a little tired of those faces on the screens
Trying to influence good people to believe in cruddy things
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3. |
Leave the Man Alone
02:42
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I'd like to carve these words into a young tree 'fore it grows
Engraved with the fine point of a pin easy and slow
And on the tender rind, the words will grow unto it's prime
Leave the man alone, at least to ease his troubled mind
The workplace has no windows and the trains grind people down
The buses take the sleepy to and from work wearing frowns
We go to bed in silence for a short 6 hours time
Leave the man alone, at least to ease his troubled mind
The landlord left a note, and the mistress left a text
The boss-man sent an email, and the roommate beat his chest
Said the dishes needed cleaning, although none of them were mine
Leave the man alone, at least to ease his troubled mind
I ran from my apartment and I found myself a bar
All of them I frequent, so I needn't traveled far
The bar man took one look at me and said to all inside
Leave the man alone, at least to ease his troubled mind
My Christian, Muslim, Jewish friends all worry bout my fate
The Buddhists doing yoga tell me playing dumb is great
There's idle talk of chakras, are there seven, or are there five?
Leave the man alone, at least to ease his troubled mind
Where religion ends, philosophy tries to procure truth
Where Alchemy proved useless, sure yeah science put to use
Where self help books, and breathing techniques fail to recognize
Leave the man alone, how else to ease a troubled mind
Where self help books, and breathing techniques fail to recognize
Leave the man alone, how else to ease a troubled mind
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4. |
Crane Beach
02:27
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I once took my dog to a beach they call Crane's
I guess cause some rich guy gave it his name
I knew a good beach, is quite hard to find
And an uneasy feeling was brewing inside
Well, oh well, straight to hell
Paradise ruined is something to see
First came the families with matching goose coats
laughing in unison, the same way they vote
they asked if my dog was the kind that would bite
I said Canada Goose tastes the best in her mind
Well, oh well, straight to hell
Paradise ruined is something to see
Then of course came the horses with heirs on their backs
The crabs that they crushed mixed with shit in their tracks
They waved, and they waved, and I stared and I stared
I couldn't find words, and they couldn't quite care
Well, oh well, straight to hell
Paradise ruined is something to see
Then a hoard of strange dogs did descend in thick packs
Their owners unknowers of the wealth they had
They asked bout my dog, I said it's a mutt
They ran away screaming while holding their pups
Well, oh well, straight to hell
Paradise ruined is something to see
Then came the trucks paid for by the trustees
to maintain the beach and it's varying needs
I couldn't quite help it, I thought it'd be nice
to walk on a beach without imprints of tires
Well, oh well, straight to hell
Paradise ruined is something to see
I know what you're thinking, my thinking's too harsh
you'd be pleased to know I ran home in a march
Cause a tourist attraction's a wonderful thing
If the people that flock them were shot in the spring
Well, oh well, straight to hell
Paradise ruined is something to see
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5. |
The Prosperity Game
02:46
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Come all you good people and criminal types
A love for one's station is a love had unwise
It stymies all courage with the speed of a flame
and makes us all part of the prosperity game
The names of our people are older than sin
Some came here for fortune, escaped by their skin
Still others were brought here through torture and chain
And made to be part of the prosperity game
Sure as hell there's been boom times since '76 (1776)
Far away from fore fathers, clutch dollars in fists
Except for the working class, it's always the same
Conscripted and burdened with prosperity games
My brothers and sisters have long been half free
Hospital bill's due and nothing to eat
There's people all over, their statements the same
"I wonder who prospers with prosperity games?"
There's wealth all around you, good luck grabbing hold
Gambling's for rich folks, who afford to be bold
I've heard of their fortunes, and I think of Tom Payne
Who watched all the kings play prosperity games
Now there's a wonder why people break peace
Why the broken demand for a payable lease
When wages run stagnant, damn looting's retained
A farcical protest to prosperity games
Then what now come tell me what is there to do?
I'm not the best source, sir, between me and you
There's a bottle for most things, that's what they all say
Someday we'll find one for prosperity games
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6. |
Waiting on the Day
03:49
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I used to know the gamblers,
The crooks and night ramblers
Who's stories made ya laugh and cry at once
But now the bookies are all gone,
'Cause the people with green lawns
Buy their kids a city condo once a month
cho.
They're a waitin' on the day
They're a waitin' on the day
for my friends to drop and die
Yeah, they're forming up their lines
For the chance to buy some Boston real estate
There was a man named Marty Walsh
And it was under his watch
That the city started tearing out it's homes
And it didn't take too long
Just as long to write this song
For the children of the wealthy to make thrones
The Boston accent is all gone
replaced by valley girls and yawns
and emoji's when they can't think of the words
They like chain restaurants, and bars you can bring your aunt
no one smokes, or jokes or smiles anymore
My friends all moved to Texas,
Oklahoma, Georgia, Kansas
Cause rent became an unattainable thing
They packed up all their things
witticisms, and their dreams
I still see them once and a while on a screen
Harvard was a college founded 'round sixteen hundred
to educate the natives at the time
Since then it grew and prospered
and ballooned into the monster
buying homes in droves while driving up their price
All you people with nice cars,
if you should drive em wide and far
far aways from where my friends like to have fun
Sure I get you like croquet, you spend a thousand bucks a day
but your dollars send good people on the run
The truth is this is bigger than a neighborhood or city
The whole country's got a wealth gap and it shows
And the people benefiting like the safety of the suburbs
the antithesis to interesting folks
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When I's a boy there was a store called Gamestop
And as a kid it was everything to me
Little did I know when I was older
It was everything to the folks on wall street
What they do, they got together with their billions
To short the business they heartily agreed
but the thing about agreeing with a banker
Is that agreements tend to give way to their greed
Young men and women congregated on a forum
Wallstreetbets was the name of it I think
Filled with language that my working class is used to
rude and crude and blue and many other things
Those rapscallions got together them the notion
The institution thinks we're dumber than we think
They said to hell with all our savings we're a dumping
all our money into a market hated thing
And something happened it's absurd I'm proud to tell you
They're meager savings pooled together made a scene
The stock it soared, even more than a rocket
emoji on your phone or any other screen
Now the bankers had to close out their positions
Their horde of dollars once were strong but now are weak
Their only hope is raisin hell on all our TV's
Beggin' and pleadin' their case to the SEC
Don't shed a tear, don't let these cowards try to fool you
To enable an addiction is a sin
And these fund managers they have a gambling problem
with people's money they cut corners on a whim
I myself don't know much about the market
I myself have hope for you and me
I myself know working people are much smarter
Than many wealthy, dandy playboy claims to be
When I's a boy there was a store called Gamestop
And as a kid it was everything to me
Little did I know when I was older
It was everything to the folks on wallstreet
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8. |
Burdensome Thoughts
01:57
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Last night, last year in some month I forgot
I was coming back home from a job I bought
Its the best one I've had, in an office real clean
I thought to myself, what a terrible dream
cho.
With my burdensome thoughts
My burdensome thoughts
My unkindly, live-wire
Burdensome thoughts
So I greased up my hands, and I rolled up a smoke
And I went down the block where the sidewalks broke
When up comes a bar, with a doorman to boot
The barman said kid, we been looking for you
So I walked in the bar, 'cause it seemed mighty nice
beneath one the bar stools, 'saw a few mice
And I knew I was there, where I needed to be
To vanquish the demons on upholstered seats
Well I drank a few minutes, then half hour days
The blues and the Chartreuse got mixed up with greys
Till I saw a strange thing out the corner (of) my eye
My landlord and boss were exchanging high fives
Since brothers and sisters have first learned to fight
The machines in our heads keep whirling all night
If you're feeling real bad, I'd like you to know
When it comes to bad thinking, you're never alone
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9. |
Won't Be Long
01:51
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cho.
Won't be long till I'm better again
I do the best that I can
Won't be long till I'm better again
I do the best that we can
Last night I drank last night
I slept last night and now I don't feel good
Last night I drank last night
I'll drink to that like all the good boys should
I got a job its the job that I have
Yeah, the job that I have it's a pretty alright job
Sometimes work makes me sad
That's when I remember the words to this here song
I love a gal but she hates my guts
she hates my guts yeah that's the gal that I love
I don't even really mind so much
she comes around when she needs real quick..
I wanna help all my friends and neighbors
The crooked saviors, and saints with bad behavior
Wanna shake everybody's hands
And hope everybody is doing the best they can
Won't be long till we're better again
I do the best that I can
Won't be long till I'm better again
I do the best that we can
Won't be long till we're better again
We do the best that we can
Won't be long till we're better again
We do the best here my friend
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10. |
The Big Joke
03:31
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These days go right on by, every answers a disguise
For the joke that's all around both me and you
There's some handsome ugly faces, here and there there's always traces
Of the folks who used to know the folks we knew
And you're crazy if your sad, anger problems if your mad
Suicidal if you drink and smoke a few
Never ever talk bout dying, do more work, and keep hard trying
Alls that ends well, never ends well I've assumed
And the world keeps turning round
Round, round, round
Not an answer to be found
I went down to the same damn seat, I always sit few times a week
Thirty dollars just to drink and talk a while
Its not as bad as you all think, its just this things been kicking me
Works me over while I work, and drives me wild
And the people round the bar, all seem so very far
Far away and yet they're not it's kinda weird
Nice to see ya again my friend ,but all charades they have to end
in the meantime let me get you another beer
Cause the world keeps turning round
Round, round, round
Not an answer to be found
No, I haven't seen that show, the one ya like, but don't you know
Well it doesn't really mean that much to me
Aw, no, I should polite that show's real good the one you like
Good luck with your promotion, that's real neat
And I always get confused at the funny words they use
sober-curious ain't a new thing that I need
Cause my friends got golden teeth, and she's got room in the backseat
of a story that'd rival your TV
And the world keeps turning round
Round, round, round
Not an answer to be found
There's an old and dusty road, that our ancestors know
full of cliff, overgrowth and damned ravine
Yeah at first its mighty fun, but after years of rain and sun
Well what's left it ain't as nice as what first seemed
And I know we have to go, and I wonder why its so
Every answer, reason, purpose I've conceived
'Cause if what they says true, well that ain't good for me and you
No, I'd rather be alone with all my dreams
And the world keeps turning round
Round, round, round
Not an answer to be found
These days go right on by, every answers a disguise
For the joke that's all around both me and you
There's some handsome ugly faces, here and there there's always traces
Of the folks who used to know the folks we knew
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11. |
Well Worth the Time
02:28
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I write songs about such and such, to relieve myself from hatred
And all along, my funny mind pines to be sedated
I might never make a living, while I'm living but that's fine
No, I'm not worth much money, but I'm well worth the time
I've drank with men who used their pens to hide forgotten pride
Courted ladies painting hazy, happy feelings I can't find
I've heard whispers inside bar rooms that died before their prime
Sure, they ain't worth much money, but they're well worth the time
It ain't surprising that good people like to buy things
It's just been weighing on my mind, by and by
How people spend their time
There's plenty screens for you and me to drive our minds to nowhere
There's liquor fiends, Percocet queens, that find the time to go there
There's people there like everywhere, they're told their whole damn lives
If you ain't got the money, what the hell's worth your time
From way up top, it must be hot, so close to the sun
I wouldn't know, from where I grow, there's shade and cheapskate fun
I'll drink and play guitar and think of ways to clear my mind
No, I'm not worth much money, but I'm well worth the time
It ain't surprising that good people like to buy things
It's just been weighing on my mind, by and by
How people spend their time
There's fitness clubs, and counters scrubbed, and mantras their reciting
There's business calls, side hustle jobs and self help books they're buying
There's emails there and tweets and shares and stocks will always climb
If it ain't involved with money, honey, it ain't worth your time
'Cause, I write songs about such and such, to relieve myself from hatred
And all along, my funny mind pines to be sedated
I might never make a living, while I'm living but that's fine
No, I'm not worth much money, but I'm well worth the time
It ain't surprising that good people like to buy things
It's just been weighing on my mind, by and by
How people spend their time
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12. |
Both Jobs
01:50
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I thought the government was meant to help us out boys
I thought elections were to settle not divide
I thought officials were supposed to serve terms dear
And retire when past their prime
But we got a bunch of aging politicians
They say they know about our tough times
And I don't got the energy to do something about it
Gotta get to both my jobs on time
Cause without a job there ain't a place to sleep boys
And sometimes that's not enough
The credit cards coming in the mail dear
They say we're qualified and things look rough
But what we got's payment plan extortion
They say you really should've known before you signed
And we don't have the energy to do something about it
Got to get to both our jobs on time
Can you believe the people out at night drinking?
Can you believe the people breathing in smoke?
Why don't they want to live as long as I do?
I'm sure their doctors tell em they'll croak
Why don't they wanna get an education?
Why the hell did they refuse to vote?
Some people I guess just aren't worth helping
Yeah, I'm a student sir, how could you have known?
Most days I wonder how I got here
Most days I wonder how you are
Most days I drink until I can't feel
Cause feeling is a bridge too far
And if you're offering I'll have another smoke dear
Maybe then I'll finally feel fine
I'd like to stay and chat but I really must be going
got to get to both my jobs on time
Yeah I'd like to stay and chat but I really must be going
got to get to both my jobs on time
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13. |
Ain't Good Enough
03:44
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What's the last time someone said something neat, that ya think you'd like to read
They'll spout and bubble theories, sparking queries, with eloquence to you and me
Oh, but when upon reflection, their questions like with a rain a metal rusts
Yeah, those words of theirs that sounded nice, their advice can't help the rest of us
I'm kinda done
At least for now
With money waving people all around
I wish you luck
Yes-siree
But the things you want, and the way you talk, ain't good enough for me
For eloquence per se, I'm afraid's the ability to please
To entertain pleasure seeking speakers, eager men who like to tease
From flabby mouths and foamy jowls, they'll howl as they start to blurt their words
Saying funny things in ways to pass for much more, much more than they're worth
I'm kinda done
At least for now
With money waving people all around
I wish you luck
Yes-siree
But the things you want, and the way you talk, ain't good enough for me
Well the anchor man's a millionaire with fine combed hair cause billionaires are buying'
Face time with the public, using puppets and they promise they ain't lying
When did Senators become messengers with bullet points on how to live our lives
They'll tweet and share, and try to sell to good folks that the truth's been slowly dying
I'm kinda done
At least for now
With money waving people all around
I wish you luck
Yes-siree
But the things you want, and the way you talk, ain't good enough for me
I must say it's impressive, the excessive success one can invent
Like a pie crust, or an evening girl, who's world's bereft of common sense
My only hope is someday soon, the whole world will remember all their lives
How the working folks with dirty jokes and hopeless hopes dared to live their lives
Cause life can be fun
at least for now
Without money waving people all around
Kid ya don't need luck
yes-siree
You just need enough to promote one's love that's good enough for me
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14. |
The Man With the Guitar
02:22
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There's man with a guitar and he's playing us a song
Its a song he didn't write and he's singing us the words
and the words aren't even his and he's playing that guitar
even though nobody knows him and he's not really that good
cho.
Well, I went to a party where a man with a guitar
Was playing a guitar even though nobody asked him to
And I went to a party where a man with a guitar
Was playing a guitar even though nobody asked him to
And the people are all laughing as they eat, and drink, and talk
And the man with the guitar, is now finished with his song
And he looks at his shoes to no audible applause
And begins to play another little song he didn't write
And the people are still drinking and they're laughing twice as loud
And he finishes again, and again to no applause
And to nobody specific, he says that he's a leaving
He's going for a walk and won't even be that long
And he walks out to the front porch and he sits down on the stoop
and he lights his little spliff and he's glad he isn't playing
and the people at the party are now shouting for some reason
are also sort of glad he isn't there
this sort of thing it happens, all the time in every country
as fiercely in a war or at your home
So anytime you see a man playing a guitar
just forget him it's the only thing he knows
'Cause, I went to a party where a man with a guitar
was playing a guitar even though nobody asked him
I went to a party where a man with a guitar
was playing a guitar even though nobody asked him to
And If you don't know who I'm talking 'bout it's probably you!
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15. |
The Hangdog
03:07
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I've met men who'd fish for fish and smash em on the rocks
That way they wouldn't fuss so much when stacked like little logs
Their cigarettes were folded up into their shirt sleeves
And told nasty jokes they'd never tell unless to you or me
Well I've also met the gamblers who in old age turn to bust
who's stories told have little chance and always best of luck
Yeah, wagers made on anything - pinball without the flippers
Rabbis, priests, Imam's and queens, kings and heavy lifters
So imagine then to my surprise the questions that I hear
Like don't you know drinkings bad? is there gluten in this beer?
And I like to think despite my ways I always show restraint
Until fortune failed I do declare and a grave mistake was made
You see this one time down in Brighton well I played a little show
And I sang about the things I sing to people I didn't know
And those people they were all the things I tried to rail against
Y'know money-having students who somehow don't pay for rent
So I did the only thing I could do to pass the time
And I drank a lot of wine and tried to fabricate a smile
And I nodded at their nothings, and laughed at boring jests
But you see this got boring quick, and what happened followed next
See a gal said I looked Irish, and her father was a cop
I told her I was Chinese and I liked to kick small dogs
And she said I was a bigot and I smartly said, nuh-uh
And her boyfriend took a swing at me, but not before I ducked
So he punched a gal in high heel boots who's balance was undone
And she tried to break her fall by grabbing onto a man-bun
But the man-bun had an owner and that owner was holding hands
with the gal who mistook this old boy for a well behaving man
And so then I had bolt now with only my guitar,
and I rambled around market street and I found a little bar
And some people screaming funny things they offered me a drink
And they told me how they ended up despite some other things
Well the moral of this story if there really could be one
Is life can sure be easy if you always hold your tongue
But if you like a 10 day drunk over a life of ease
You'll always have a good old friend in Conor Hennessy
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16. |
Jesus & Socrates
03:10
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Jesus never laughed in the old stories
Socrates he never ever cried
Somewhere in the middle we're all a-waitin'
For someone to remind us that we're kind
We'll chase debates with a not so loving fancy
We dodge and roll our feelings all the time
In the end we're all a just a waitin'
out front of the bar rooms in our minds
Aw, to hell with the truth, as history would prove
it's as irrelevant as all the lawyers say
It's the comfort of a pipe dream
A beer stained flickering light beam
That arrests us all and gets us through the day
A prayer is a wine soaked hangover
A joke's just a bottle when your dry
A song is a meal when your hungry
And a dream is what we've schemed throughout our lives
Someone said the answer's in the wind boys
I guess he thought that might help at the time
But my white dove's sailed the sea, and now she's sleeping
Petty poetry is something quite unkind
Aw, to hell with the truth, as history would prove
it's as irrelevant as all the lawyers say
It's the comfort of a pipe dream
A beer stained flickering light beam
That arrests us all and gets us through the day
Break the wine out, quit your jobs I feel like dancing
Jettison your loneliness aside
It's the everyday that kills a lovely spirit
Isolated, made a slave until it's died
Cause Jesus never laughed in the old stories
And Socrates he never ever cried
Somewhere in the middle we're all a-waitin'
for someone to remind us that we're kind
Aw, to hell with the truth, as history would prove
it's as irrelevant as all the lawyers say
It's the comfort of a pipe dream
A beer stained flickering light beam
That arrests us all and gets us through the day
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17. |
The Least You Can Do
02:47
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I met a gal who doesn't eat chicken sandwiches
In solidarity for the gay friends she said she knew
My friends have all a struggled, especially the queer ones
and I have a strange feeling
not eating sandwiches
is the least that you could do
cho.
Oh, the least that you could do
Self preservation, it ain't new
Pat yourself up on your back,
The worlds a tough place yeah its true
But if you want our praise,
Well, then work hard all your days
Cause to work hard helping people
Is better than the least that you could do
I know a guy who only sips drinks at Starbucks
He's proud to tell ya 1% of their revenue
Goes to starving children, and combating global warming
to me it's a warning 99% goes to a very few
cho.
There's a wine that you can buy that saves the oysters
How they do it's not important, don't be rude
Be proud of you and pour yourself a big glass
You're the man, and now you're drunk,
You've done the least that you could do
cho.
I don't mean to aggravate your well intentions
Its just change has never come from what you buy
And I know folks who need help and their struggling
Where's the billion dollar company to help them through their lives?
cho.
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18. |
I Remember
01:58
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We strolled around on Western ave. in rainy April weather
And came upon a greasy spoon that we had found together
The server gave us coffee and she stopped to share a joke
I remember laughing
I remember laughing
I remember laughing
And you remember we were broke
We'd lay around on Bussey hill with rhododendron's bending
Shaking in the summer wind a summer never-ending
We wandered to the little stream along the meadow flats
I remember willow trees
I remember willow trees
I remember willow trees
And you remember gnats
We perused the North End marketplace at 80 in the shade
With all the fruit and vegetables so temptingly arrayed
And we can share a memory as every lover must
I remember oranges
I remember oranges
I remember oranges
And you remember dust
The autumn leaves are tumbling down and winter's almost here
But through the spring and summertime we laughed away the year
And we can now be grateful for the gift of memory
I remember having fun
Two happy hearts that beat as one
When I had thought that we were "we"
But we were only "you" and "me"
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19. |
That's All
02:30
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I could sit around and tell you a natural fact
While you been working hard, some people getting fat
And that's all, I tell you that's all
'Cause you better have money, I tell you that's all
Brother and sister, no right to fight
They aughta go and treat each other alike
and that's all, I tell you that's all
'Cause you better have money I tell you that's all
cho.
I know things money can't do
Like finding you a friend, or knowing how to cook food
In the meantime I recall a case of beer inside these walls
Cause kid that's all, we'll drink till they fall
Highly educated, enlightened men
Will pat you on the back, and sell your family with a pen
And that's all, I tell you that's all
Cause you better have money I tell you that's all
The only education I have's my own
The cost to learn today is the price of a home
And that's all, I tell you that's all
Cause you better have money, I tell you that's all
cho.
Work real hard, but don't get sick
Insurance covers something - what you have ain't it
And that's all, I tell you that's all
'Cause you better have money, I tell you that's all
I could sit around and tell you all a natural fact
While you been working hard, some people getting fat
And that's all, I tell you that's all
'Cause you better have money, I tell you that's all
'Cause you better have something, I tell you that's all
And something ain't nothing, I tell you that's all
You can find me round the corner with a couple of friends
drinking 'till they fall
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Some people don't struggle for riches
And all of the things that they buy
'Say all of your hopes for life's treasures
Can only be found in the sky
They'll say heaven holds all of your riches
More precious than diamonds or gold
There's pie in the sky in that sweet by and by
In the mean time just do as your told
In this world I'm just a drifter
I know nothing but late paying' bills
I did as I's told, and I signed all the loans
and that lesson, I'm paying off still
'Cause now heaven holds all of my treasures
More precious than diamonds or gold
My pie's in the sky in that sweet by and by
In the meantime I do as I'm told
I stand on the banks of the Charles
I stare at that water all brown
I think of the note that my landlady left
And I wonder if I'm better off drowned
Cause if heaven holds all of my riches
And I've no hope for a dollar to hold
I'll smile going down with my heavenly crown
No longer will I do as I'm told
Too late, it's too late to be bold
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21. |
Old Black Train
01:52
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This morning, when I woke up,
Woke up, I woke up this morning
Waiting on an old black train
With a ticket I was holding
Cold was on the ground
And the sky was full of night
Cigarettes were tracing figure 8's
Through amber colored pints
The ticket man did reprimand
Son, you're far too young
This train'll take you to the end
And your trip has just begun
An engineer was singing, boys
Forget your worldly pride
You don't need no ego's
When the train pulls in tonight
The platform's full of faces
Worn and ruddy just like mine
A joke, a kick, a fistfight
People laughing all the time
'Till it's one foot on the platform
The other on the train
The conductor grabbed me by the neck
And I was never heard again
This morning, when I woke up,
Woke up, I woke up this morning
Waiting on an old black train
With a ticket I was holding
I wonder what they think of me
And What if they could know?
That at the end this old boy
Knew he never meant to go
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22. |
I Wanna Do Good
02:09
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The other night I felt like a dying
And it wasn't so good,
No it wasn't so good
So I told myself I'd try to start a trying
all the good things I thought I probably could
Well I got real humble and acknowledged my mistakes
Tried charming people, and was generous with praise
I talked to strangers, and remembered all their names
I'm still angry, but I'm better every day
The other night, I dumped out the white lighting
Wasn't doing me good, wasn't doing me good
I still sip some but for once it doesn't make me frightening
And that's something I never thought I really could
Tried reading good books, not the good-book, just good books
started thinking bout purpose, on purpose not for looks
Found hope in good words its not as crazy as it sounds
it's as crazy as they look when written down
Today I made the grade, despite this old face
For once it felt good, for once it felt good
My crooked teeth and me just a keep on smiling
Even though I know sometimes I might get looks
From down-and-outers, they're my people all the same
From out-of-towners, different cities, in-different states
Who the hell knows whats the reason we're all here
Just relax kid, and we'll get ourselves a beer
I hope I still have hope right till I'm long gone
I wanna do good, I wanna do good
'Till then my friend we'll just have to get along some
And I got a real good feeling we can make it work
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January 6th, 2021
02:09
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Mr. Donald Trump got confused about the vote
He said "If I can't win, then I'll try to revoke hope"
In Washington, in Washington
He'd been tweeting all day morning, evening, noon and night
With them tiny thumbs, he spewed a unique spite
In Washington, in Washington
Oh, and evil is a weird thing, we don't know when it comes
But a horde of working people got some in them from his thumbs
In Washington, in Washington
They climbed the White House fences, scattered up them palisades
The same people who thought a wall to keep out Mexicans was sane
In Washington, Washington
I remember Black Lives Matter was confronted by the Guard
These Qanon believers got to party on the lawn
In Washington, in Washington
All around the country, good people had to watch
The tyranny of few make sure America got lost
In Washington, in Washington
I wonder what he thought when the first window was smashed?
Did Trump know he was culpable or did he say "at last"?
In Washington, in Washington
Senators from both sides blamed the others for the mess
Smiling as they did so knowing six figures they'd collect
In Washington, in Washington
Sure Donald Trump is leaving wealthy lefties celebrate
But My friends still can't pay bills in every county, town and state
'Cept Washington, 'cept Washington
Gunna tell you people, before you cash your checks
"Make America Great Again" means "Buy America Next"
In Washington, in Washington
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