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Creative Power of Self
08:44
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Those of us that run circles
‘Round the ones who can’t handle
We end up ‘gainst the grain of
Those of us who were made of
One chance to make your mind up
Five seconds ‘til the time’s up
Knowing how flat the world is
Go hundreds of miles right off the surface
Because I’m daringly free trespassing the exterior
And stomping of mass of the class that is superior
Shun, degrade, and patronize us
But it’s the bridge between the last and the universe
Cue the music, or you’ll lose it
What happening to the ones who can feel it
It’s romantic, transatlantic
Climaxing to the groove you fabric
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Minimal Drizzle
06:21
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Everything is so plain but it’s okay
It gets my sense to new heights and it feels alright
Ever think what’s next and lose your mind?
Sometimes I wish I was born in a different time
And suddenly it’s getting in real
That few drinks in, I’ll never live again
I got stormy weather and can’t get my shit together
But it gets better
To raise your voice in a room without boom, boom, boom
I’ll keep screaming til my lungs break through
Because I’m sinking into the water
To find what’s happening under
Not to drown but to see what life’s when you live it down
Now everything is just fine and it’s about time
I’m standing at this new height and it’s feels alright
I’m wondering if I fell too fast or too hard
Roll up them sleeves, get up and leave, forget about the scars
Suddenly it’s getting in real that
Few drinks in and I’ll never live again
Caught in the middle of minimal drizzle
So raise your voice outside, raise it up real high
Just get louder and break the sky
Because I’m sinking into the water
To find what’s happening under
Not to drown but to see what life’s when you live it down
God my conscious is fading
‘Cause I’m wondering who will be up there waiting
Jump right in and just shed some skin
On a beautiful world that you’re not in
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Goog Golly Gorf
03:59
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Man Without a Name
07:50
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Put men on the ground, send here to there
These boots I wear, they wouldn’t hurt a hair
Disturbing sounds and smoke all around
But times are different now
When there’s one real leader
Comes one mind reader
Don’t play those games they like to play
Party don’t always mean having fun
Antipathy and guns, disgrace, then run
Our pride don’t work that way
And if your biggest problem is a broken music box
Then you got a lot to live for, you got a lot to hope for
The gear’s too small, it can’t be replaced
Just break through the walls and you better say
No love’s too small for the human race
Sanctify in the color of your skin
Don’t let it determine
When the team you’re on and your crowd all cheer
Who will remember he was even here?
I promise he was here
It’s always safer to be on the inside
But when they’re extroverted to shame
When the bomb gets dropped, where were the cops?
But the man without a name
It don’t mean having fun
Antipathy and guns, disgrace, then run
Our pride don’t work that way
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Acid Bebop
03:58
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6. |
Heart I Couldn't Keep
06:08
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7. |
Spirit Bomb
06:24
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8. |
In My Yard
04:54
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Stars, apart from they are
Just turn the lights down
Don’t let me fall asleep
I want to see you spilling
What they all can see
Ain’t really as it seems
Well you seize to the rhythm
While I breathe to the beat
Well I got this history
Of thinking way too quickly
I think I'll split myself in nine
Running from the weather to keep it together
Nine names, nine jobs, I'll change it all
And leave it all behind
Why don’t you buy a couple houses in my yard
So if you can't be mine then you won't be very far
Why don’t you buy a couple houses in my yard
So if you can't be mine then you won’t be far
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Crocodile
07:55
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I find myself three men wide
When I project the story of a guy
This small city’s way too dry
So I’ll write it down
And I’ll paint it from my toes to brow
Forget the person I am now
I got three men so I’ll take one bow
History- that word is new to me
‘Cause I record my thoughts in books
Where no one even thinks to look
Mystery- that word is known to me
‘Cause to you, I’ll be one easily
It’s a pain that I know all too well
But if it feels right then can I be sure it's Hell?
We take two steps toward a nasty slap
What I want from you tattooed on my lips
What I want from you tattooed on my lips
I haven’t come out for a while
When I look you better wave and smile
Or I’ll feed you to my baby crocodile
There’s red coming out my shower head
If it weren’t for you I would be dead
Give me a reason for your foolish ways
Then screw yourself and leave this place
History- that word is new to me
‘Cause I record my thoughts in books
Where no one even thinks to look
Mystery- that word is known to me
‘Cause to you, I’ll be one easily
It’s pain that I know all too well
But if it feels right then can I be sure it's Hell?
Give me a reason for your foolish ways
Then screw yourself and leave this place
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Strip66 Oneonta, New York
Acid Jazz / Funk Band from NYC
Combining complex musical sequences with attractive pop melodies and hip-hop grooves
Debut album, "Rumble," out now
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