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Make The Time
05:15
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I like you because you make the time go away X3
Chorus:
Who do I know that can be so true?
Who do I know that can be so blue?
Who will I go to help out of a rut?
Who do I trust enough to touch my butt?
Looking on the outside at the mire
Staring on the inside at a fire
Dreaming of a time that I can lie next to you.
Haven't seen too many movies but I've seen a few
And Marty McFly ain't got a clue
Cause the very best time machine I know is you.
Chorus
I like you because you make the time go away X3
Chorus
Well Voltairine de Cleyre showed the rules are a joke
But now we're stuck in a castle with a digital moat.
Thank God our music sounds like some sorta newfangled folk.
So I stared at the wall, made a ripple in time.
Walked through a wormhole, led by Divine.
Like Daniel Johnston said, "the best things in life are truly free."
Chorus
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Camp Fourteen
02:49
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Dream Waltz
07:43
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I was walking through the forest
Searching, falling, spirit creatures dancing.
They knew my name, tempted me with thoughts of shame.
Come diddle-eye oh eye, Come diddle-eye oh yeah
Come diddle-eye oh eye, Come diddle-eye oh yeah
And I grew tired of living on Earth this way.
Figured I'd go dying if I couldn't find the way.
Walking though the city one day
Saw a man there with rose petals dancing in his hair.
Promised me eternity, a fine offer in my need.
But I didn't see his cloven feet
His tail hung down to the ground.
And I didn't see he was taking from me
And turning my life upside down.
Walking through the city one night
Saw a body, broken, faceless.
Felt the heavens giving me holy.
Body's living, body's raising.
But I'll never see the golden gates of sainthood pass my way.
God told me I'd have to die before I could be his saint.
Now I'm back there In the forest.
Dancing, singing, crying forever
Come diddle-eye oh eye, Come diddle-eye oh yeah
Come diddle-eye oh eye, Come diddle-eye oh yeah
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Well I ain't got no use
Ain't got no for the red rocking chair.
i've got no sugar baby now.
Got no honey, sugar baby now.
Well who'll rock the cradle?
Who'll rock the cradle and who'll sing that song?
Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone?
Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone?
Well I'll rock the cradle.
I'll rock the cradle and I'll sing that song.
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone.
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone.
Well I laid her in the shade
I laid her in the shade and gave her every dime I made.
What else could a poor boy do?
What else could a poor boy do?
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Now when the birds all walk the streets at night
They dance around because they've got the right.
A bus load comes in - you should have seen the sight.
When the birds all walk the streets at night.
The sailor who taunted them
Goes to sleep alone again.
Every night they've haunted him
With memories of his loneliness.
When the birds all walk the streets at night
They laugh and flirt - you know if feels alright.
They see a cute bird and giggle out of fright
When the birds all walk the streets at night.
They go around from store to store
Just looking for an open door.
Try on clothes and eat our food
And try to feel a better mood.
*mouth trumpet break*
They step into my favorite bar
And order up a round of four.
Take a gulp, begin to cry
Whoever told them birds should fly?
When the birds all walk the streets at night
They hang their heads when they see the light.
They feel the pain of upcoming flight
When the birds all walk the streets at night.
Morning comes again and again
And the sailor still ain't got a friend.
Every bird lifts its heavy wing
He thinks they're free and curses them
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Hallelujah
05:40
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In order to live a happy life
You gotta remember when to cry.
Follow your doctor's orders
And end each night in a sigh.
I've got a torn jacket
The colors red and grey.
It's the color of stormy skies
That just don't go away.
Ooo-wee, Hallelujah X2
I didn't expect to see your face
Divining through my fireplace.
Threw my jacket in there
Just to see if I could see.
Staring in the flames
I get what it means
To have my dreams
Become reality
Maybe they're the same
I just don't know
But I sure do like it
When time goes slow.
Ooo-wee, Hallelujah X4
Heron flies by and I say hi
It sure is hard to say goodbye
But close your eyes and take a sigh
And I'll be here when you come alive.
Well I stood in the fields at night
And seen fireflies where the stars should light.
But just one thing gets me through these times
It's to see your face on the other side.
Ooo-wee, Hallelujah
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Benjamin Wetherbee Boston, Massachusetts
Old time music, singing, freaky fiddlin', and painting outta New England.
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