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Flowers Pushing Up
04:45
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Gifts raining down on our heads, cool rain. Change drives our stories, the gifts of our lives. Flowers pushing up through the pavement. Rain pounding the sidewalk, kissing the seed underneath, cool rain. My love, spread your petals and drink in my sun. Flowers pushing up through the pavement. Sleep sweet Susie Sunshine, safe and dry in my arms, cool rain. When you rise, dance in the rainbows crisscrossing the skies. Flowers pushing up through the pavement.
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Cross of Gold
04:31
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Climbing mountains to change my life, I’ve been carrying a cross of gold. Crossing deserts to change my life, I’ve been carrying a cross of gold. I met you with your peace of mind, you were shining like a pillar of light. You shine like a snow-kissed peak in the sun, you are not afraid to love. I can see you’re not afraid to love. You fill me with inspiration. I am not afraid to climb you. Are you gonna let me climb you? You’re hard as rock and yet your smile is so kind. You’re strong as steel, yet your skin is so soft. I lay down my cross, reach up to your body. Let me taste your love, let me taste your body. I climbed to the top of a mountain. I touched a cloud all alone. I was looking outside for something within. I’ll travel in the valleys with you. You’re hard as rock and yet your smile is so kind. You’re strong as steel, yet your skin is so soft. I lay down my cross, reach up to your body. Let me taste your love, let me taste your body.
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Electric Chair
04:18
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I see, I see, I see the electric chair. Thick straps, headlamp, sharp wire will straighten your hair. Inviting me to sit right down. Turn on, turn on, turn on the electric chair. Maybe I made a big mistake. Tell the governor I need a break. The blood is on my hands. I see, I see, I see the electric chair. Cold seat, fried meat, sharp wire will curl your hair. Inviting me to go somewhere: heaven or hell, limbo, the electric chair. Really didn’t know what I was doing. Plead insanity, my mind’s a ruin. Pity on my soul. In a world gone mad with many bad people on the streets, sometimes we kill to protect society. In a world of fear where many good people hide inside, gotta throw the switch to improve society. Turn on, turn on, turn on the electric chair.
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Birthday Song
02:31
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I’m inside of you and you’re in me. It’s a strange kind of harmony. Never knew that two could feel so free to change and rearrange our lives. Happy birthday, my true love. Take a little piece of the sun. Don’t you know this day belongs to you. Greet the morning on our roof. The clouds are purple in the flaming dawn as the sun warms the skyline. Happy birthday, my true love. Take a little piece of the sun. We are one, we are two. Happy birthday, my true love. Take a little piece of the sun. We are one, we are two.
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Dirty Waters
04:33
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I like a girl with some history, cos nothing’s dirtier than purity. You know the secrets and your will is strong. Thank god for sending me a real woman. Ain’t got the time for a virgin bride, firewater in me trying to break outside. You know your pleasure and you know the score. You are my answer, my Madonna and whore. I wanna play in your dirty waters, I love to play in your dirty waters. Wasted some time chasing princess tail, they guard their treasure like the holy grail. Unwrap the package and the thrill go down, reclining statues that don’t make a sound. I want a woman who can knock me around, cos I’m a man who’s not afraid of your power! I wanna play in your dirty waters, I love to play in your dirty waters.
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Magic Key
02:48
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Looking under rocks and turning over dead leaves, searching for emancipation. Searching high and low for the magical key and its hidden location. Key, please unlock my heart. Key, please unlock my mind. Key, please unlock the chain that’s tying me up inside. Prisons in the corners of the human heart, mirrors in the soul. Building monuments on a bed of sand, sink into the hole. Key, please unlock my heart. Key, please unlock my mind. Key, please unlock the chain that’s tying me up inside. Travel to the corners of paradise, voyage to the center of the earth. Baby you’re working too hard. Cut your way through jungle with a razor blade, meditate forever in a mountain cave. Baby you’re working too hard. One day nothing happened and the key was all mine, every image getting sharper. All I ever wanted came right to me for free, every surface getting harder. Key, please unlock my heart. Key, please unlock my mind. Key, please unlock the chain that’s tying me up inside.
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The Tammy Show
03:32
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Just one time, for one show only! This is what I call performance art come to life. Five guys on a bench and she in her glory, alabaster skin against the purple velvet couch. The Tammy Show, the Tammy Show. It’s a clinical view, it’s a spiritual journey. Vibrating a deeper shade of red is the siren. She goes under the hood and exposes our yearning. Standing at attention is the treasure we admire. The Tammy Show, the Tammy Show…
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Crystal Ball
03:02
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Crystal ball calling through the glass, smooth window into the past. Images of hope and loss yet to unfold linger in the shadows, unclear and untold. Time passing as some dreams come to fruit while others die. Bottom of the hourglass filling with prophecies denied. Crystal ball rolling, hear my plea: hide the knowledge you withhold from me. Time passing as some dreams come to fruit while others die. Bottom of the hourglass filling with prophecies denied. Crystal ball calling through the glass, smooth window into the past. Images of hope and loss yet to unfold linger in the shadows, unclear and untold. Crystal ball rolling, hear my plea: hide the knowledge you withhold from me.
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Ampersand
03:21
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Ampersand, ampersand. ‘And’ is the promise of things to come. ‘Or’ is the chance of exclusion. Ampersand, ampersand. ‘And’ is the number of dreams to come. Or we evolve into different bands. Those walls come crashing down, the cymbals closing on our hands. Big information spinning ’round, two hundred million ampersands. We renegotiate the love we redistribute to each other and ourselves. Trading riffs from hell, we share the wounds that cause our hearts to split and bleed into a song. We’ll have lots of fun as all the ‘ands’ and ‘ors’ and ‘maybes’ swirl in circles in our brains. Place between our names this ampersand.
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Tripping With Wanda
03:26
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I know a girl named Wanda, she’s internationally famous. Wanda, where are you Wanda? Will you come back to me and do those things you do? She’s a superstar, an artiste of exceptional glamour. She’s a desperate junkie who’ll hit you in the head with a hammer. Wanda, where are you Wanda? Will you come back to me and do those things you do? Some say she’s the meanest whore the world has ever seen. Others say she’s one of the world’s most regal queens. “Andy Warhol was just a boring cocksucker,” she said. She’s a volcano brewing and she’s gonna blow everything down. She don’t show her face to every Tom, Dick and Harry. If she shows it to you, it’s gonna get wet and scary. Wanda, where are you Wanda? Will you come back to me and do those things you do? A beggar woman shoved her baby in Wanda’s face. Wanda snatched the child and hurled it 30 feet through the air. When the baby hit the ground, Wanda yelled, “Is it dead?” The people on the street all cheered, “Bravo Wanda, bravo!” She’s a volcano brewing and she’s gonna blow everything down. Wanda, where are you Wanda? Will you come back to me and do those things you do? Wanda, where are you Wanda?
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I Smoke You Jack
03:35
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A playground of your own, I smoke your tragic essence. I inhale you. You’re gone, you can never hurt me. I inhale you. I’ll never know your famous cruelty. I pull leaves of ganja from sweet buds seasoning your ashes, bone dust in my pipe. I ignite the leaves, turn within, search for scraps of your essence. Your bones feed my mind. A playground of your own. To me, you are just a feeling. A playground of your own. To me, you embody mystery. I never saw your face. You shaped the hearts that give beauty to me. I inhale you. One day, I’ll meet you in 3-D. I pull leaves of ganja from sweet buds seasoning your ashes, bone dust in my pipe. I ignite the leaves, turn within, search for scraps of your essence. Your bones feed my mind. I smoke you Jack.
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Empty Glass
05:02
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I give a little tiny jewel to see what I will get in exchange for my kindnesses. Just a modest costume jewel, a gift so effortless, a Hope Diamond for the lonely heart. Babe I'm telling you the truth: this kiss is real, but it's a potion in one small glass. I am not a wishing well, so put your potion down and hold on to your needs and dreams. I'm a man who once gave it all. I'm a man who took a leap of faith. It ain't so bad to give it all away. I feel your hunger, baby. First I wanted to be filled with the fruit and wine of the harvest of real love. I saw your inviting eyes. I knocked on your door. You were sitting in an empty room. I gave you a tiny jewel, a morsel off of my plate, and you came alive. Now you want to drink me down. I'm an empty glass, won't you fill me with your own wine? I'm a man who once gave it all. I'm a man who took a leap of faith. It ain't so bad to give it all away. I feel your hunger, baby.
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Church of Betty Brooklyn, New York
New York City's long running progressive world chamber rock ensemble performs innovative pop with rock band, sitar, bassoon, string orchestra and a chorus of soaring voices. "Brilliant" - Billboard "Irresistible" - New York Times
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