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Every four years, an extra day
To get in the way of my Saturday.
Every four beers, I'm gettin' the taste
Of the delay to my masterpiece.
And I know of my fate;
Gettin' stuff blown in my face.
When will I know I'm in the right place?
It's taken its toll, but my face won't age...
Every four years, an extra day
To get in the way of my Saturday.
Every four beers, I'm gettin' the taste
Of the delay to my masterpiece.
I've been straight robbed in this dirty place,
But I eat my meals for free.
Now I can say I love every one of them,
But I ain't got love for me.
Well, I'm-a chicken, and I'm-a pickin'
And I'm-a writin' down on the page.
I'm holdin' on to the good thoughts,
But not a one will leave my brain...
Every four years, an extra day
To get in the way of my Saturday.
Every four beers, I'm gettin' the taste
Of the delay to my masterpiece.
And I do not like the sight of him
Takin' up space in my brain,
Makin' me wish I had not come
A-ridin' on-a this here train.
Conductor! Stop!
I'm goin' for a walk;
Steppin' right off that train,
And maybe by the time I hit the railroad tracks,
I'm sure that it'll stop my brain...
Every four years, an extra day
To get in the way of my Saturday.
Every four beers, I'm gettin' the taste
Of the delay to my masterpiece.
(Ad infinitum)
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Do you really think that you can buy the place
And scare everyone away?
Puttin' up billboards all over town,
Cementing your own decay
Do you really think the man that's got your back
Cares about all your shit?
Takin' your money and runnin' with it
To shoot it in 18 holes
What've we come to
And what're we gon' do?
Do you really think they're comin' for your place
To take everything you own?
Shootin' at a border that can be seen from space
Along with your flooded homes
And do you really think that a youngin's place
Is taken by the things he owns?
You were once stuck with that same old race
Before you got old and groaned...
What've we come to
And what're we gon' do?
We're ALL just a-lookin' for that same ol' grace
And we all hafta live in the same ol' place
Talkin' 'bout a revolution changin' face
But y'all're holdin' up a mirror to the same ol' blaze
Good God, could somebody get a hold of me
I'm bashing my skull 'n it's ready to bleed
We need to treat each other more humanely
Before the clock hits and blows our Mama to bits
Oh no!
What've we come to
And what're we gon' do?
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Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Now there ain't no need to mope around
Just turn that frown upside down
Today's the day you start livin' right
Oh, today's the day you start livin' live
So...
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Oh, oh, there's no sense when you're livin' the dream
To live your life to no extreme
So get up offa your workin' feet
And get down to this funky beat
And...
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Stop livin' life like there's a tomorrow
And dreamin' dreams with your heavy sorrow
Until you know that this soul is borrowed
Scream it loud like it's got you swallowed
I've made a mess,
Thrown a fit in this place,
But that don't mean I'm just "some disgrace"
I just wanna make it a better place
To live my life to its fullest pace
And...
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Get Excited!
Now we got you hungry
Please don't let them take it away...
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4. |
I Know (Live - 3/20/24)
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I know that you always know the right way to go
Seeing through the path to every stone
Making all the deviousness supple tones...
I know...
I Know...
I know if I'm not there then you're not there to show
Droppin' all your wishes in a row
Find another way to make the show
I know...
I know...
I know
I know
I know that work can leave an overbearing toll,
But try to hold on to all that you know
You know?
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
You know
You know
You know
You know
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I'm not well and I'm not sure that helps
But I know I just want to feel better
Put my words in your pocket
And wash out the color
I don't know if I'll stop this,
But I know I'll get stronger
Kind of feel when I lost it,
I might've lost her...
...I'm sorry.
Put my faith into all of this,
Gut now I'm just fractured
Did I push you away?
Did I say something that hurt?
Did it hurt my ego,
Colliding the timers
I can't promise I won't run away
And I know I can't make you stay
But if we stick this thing out, if we make it,
I'll jump in the fire...
Ad infinitum
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Brendan Fick St Leonard, Maryland
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