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You could say you’re satisfied with the love I provide
And you could say I’ve given you a lot but then I might think you lie
It ain’t easy knowing my love fails coming through
Well I used to think that it was enough to just work my days away
But though I loved you all of the while it was something that I left unsaid
It ain’t easy knowing my love pales next to you
I cannot love you enough
I love you nearly
Half so much dearly as I should
I cannot love… you enough
It ain’t easy knowing my love fails coming through
Well I didn’t stop by to apologize ‘cause we’d mull it over way too long
Besides I’ll bet you that you’re going to hedge and come to forgive me if I start coming on real strong
It ain’t easy having lame excuses, and I’ve got a few
I cannot love you enough
I love you nearly
Half so much dearly as I should
I cannot love… you enough
I love you nearly
Half so much dearly as I should
I cannot love… you enough
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Birds Headin' South
04:08
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Comes the time it’s getting cold
Buckeye would up and hit the road
Hunting grouse, hunting duck
Buck never had luck
Buckeye was a dad
He’d be one lousy dad to have
His boy Bo might come along
If he took him from his mom
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged nuts today
The birds heading south
Raining off and on
Maybe Buckeye slipped and dropped his gun
They matched the powder burns
Bo had fallen in the ferns
Motives aren’t clear
An accident, an act of beer
Buck put the rifle to his mouth
While the birds are heading south
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged nuts today
The birds heading south
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Fly My Kite
02:58
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You wear the shroud
You there in your thorny crown
For crying out loud
You’re so proud, can you turn it down
There’s something I know
Life can be just so
Unkind
Everyday I fly my kite
A dab will do you
Sip too much cross your heart to die
A dab will do you
Making love to a porcupine
There’s something I know
Life can be just so
Unkind
Everyday I fly my kite
I remember city days
We’d walk
I remember sticky days
We stuck
You bring a string
A twig can be a mighty helpful thing
With twine to unwind
You’ll be flying high in minutes time
There’s something I feel
Life is so unreal
Oh so unkind
Everyday I fly my kite
You bring a string
A branch can be a mighty helpful thing
With twine to unwind
You’ll be making love in three-quarter time
There’s something I know
Life can be just so
Unkind
Everyday I fly my kite...
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Lakehead
05:57
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Don’t you go to Lakehead
I know it’s hard to forget
In my opinion
You’re best off not to go back
Well I may always love you
Oh but that’s not the point
We boys all sat at Lakehead
Since seven summers ago
We’d talk about young ladies
And our lonesome old souls
Well Grubber got Liz
And Willy got Leigh
Michael is gone now
I was hoping you’d a take me
If I return could I learn to love you
When I go back can I look forward to giving you
With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe
All words of joy with your love i’d behold, behold
We’d all go out to drinking
We’d get all heinous and slammed
Towards two in the morning
Go to the point for swim
Well we’d rip off our clothes
And wish eachother were girls
Though were flustered and lonely
We were at peace in this world
Then one night at Lakehead
I saw your silhouette so stil
I don’t believe in no moonbeams
But shit that fucker was so full
Well you came without asking
So we two disappeared
Your love was so wealthy
I felt I’d lived past my years
If I return could I learn to love you
When I go back can I look forward to giving you
With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe
All words of joy with your love i’d behold
Taking you with with me through all thick and thin
Grabbing you head and pulling you in, you’re in
Don’t you go to Lakehead
These days it’s litterred with glass
In my opinoin you’re best off
Just to forget the past
Well I may always love you
But that’s not the point
But should you go to Lakehead
I mean by chance you go to Lakehead
Girl, just tap on my back
Tap on my back
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Hippopotamus Tag
03:21
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The Jones' across the street
Had eleven kids at least
And every night they each got whupped
Their sinful ways forsook
Their dinning room was hung
With starving Cambodians
You'd better finish up every scrap
Like a good Catholic
It made me want to yack
All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged
And we'd kick the can, catch me if you can, and you're tagged, you're tagged
Meet me in the park a wee after dark
And we ran
Our moms had all coerced
So at supper time the gang dispersed
You wouldn't dare to come home late
Cold asparagus would set you straight
Each house had a dinner call
A whistle, yell, a bell, or a triangle
But my horn sounded like it passed gases
Or maybe just squirted molasses
How it embarrasses
All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged
And we'd ruin the lawn in the name of the game, and you're tagged, you're tagged
Meet me in the park a wee after dark
And we ran
Fred's ma and pa divorced
They'd been in and out of psycho wards
I'd go over though I wasn't allowed
He'd play Ted Nugent really, really, really loud
So Fred made me a deal
His rock collection for my training wheels
Our hearts were solemnly crossed
That I could ride my bike two blocks
But I wiped out in the rocks
All run free playing hipopotamus tag, your tagged
And we'd lean back hard on our sissy bars, and you’re tagged, you’re tagged
And we'll pee in the park a wee after dark
And we ran…
And we'd keep score till we could count no more
And we ran
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I'm gonna put on this robe in glory hallelujah
I'm going home to tell
I'm gonna put on this robe in glory hallelujah
Let's go home to tell my story
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Changes Made
03:30
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There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
Me and my best friends
Are going to see our favorite band
The crowd is reeling
On down at Union Hall
If tonight’s like any other
We’ll spare the details from our mother
But tonight, maybe tonight
A different breeze begs to blow
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
How else am I going to break those chains
You’d better get your gears engaged
We’ll be dropping from the rafters
A real natural disaster
We’ll be smashing chairs on tables
Trashing anything fell our way
If tonight gets kind of crazy
I’ll be slipping it to my old lady
And I’ll be nose down in the saw dust
When the breeze starts to blow
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
How else am I going to break those chains
You’d better get your gears engaged
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
How else am I going to break those chains
You’d better get your gears engaged
There’ll be some changes made
There’ll be some changes made
I know it may seem strange
There’ll be some changes made
How else am I going to break those chains
You’d better get your ass in gear
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Gospo Feel
02:26
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A vacant lot
The tent goes up
The poster shouts
You saints and you moaners come gather your kindred and go
They’re filing in
They’re falling out
The preacher grins
Cecil Biumphrey will lead us to Zion again
You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya’ll getting real
In shanty town
You’re lost, you’ve found
The gospo feel
The organ pumps
The thunder thumps
Of pending doom
Sister will sing jubilee if you’re all clapping hands
The clouds descend
The flaps blow in
The preacher grins
A stranger appears at the rear and he’s here and he’s gone
You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya’ll getting real
In shanty town
You’re lost, you’ve found
The gospo feel
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Don’t rumple, bump, or phase
Don’t bother, brush, or gaze at me
So alone
I want to be alone
I spoke with such a nerve
Out loud without reserve
A drink or two towards proud
I heard it hush the crowd
So alone
I want to be alone
As friends began to leave
My apologies turned to plees
I wished I were a fly
But these walls were much too white
So all alone
I want to be alone
Don’t rumple, bump, or phase
Don’t bother, brush, or gaze at me
So all alone, so alone
So alone, well I got to be alone
So alone, I got to be alone
I want to be alone
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Don’t you go to Lakehead
I know it’s hard to forget
In my opinion
You’re best off not to go back
Well I may always love you
Oh but that’s not the point
We boys all sat at Lakehead
Since seven summers ago
We’d talk about young ladies
And our lonesome old souls
Well Grubber got Liz
And Willy got Leigh
Michael is gone now
I was hoping you’d a take me
If I return could I learn to love you
When I go back can I look forward to giving you
With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe
All words of joy with your love i’d behold, behold
We’d all go out to drinking
We’d get all heinous and slammed
Towards two in the morning
Go to the point for swim
Well we’d rip off our clothes
And wish eachother were girls
Though were flustered and lonely
We were at peace in this world
Then one night at Lakehead
I saw your silhouette so stil
I don’t believe in no moonbeams
But shit that fucker was so full
Well you came without asking
So we two disappeared
Your love was so wealthy
I felt I’d lived past my years
If I return could I learn to love you
When I go back can I look forward to giving you
With the most of my soul and my heart full of woe
All words of joy with your love i’d behold
Taking you with with me through all thick and thin
Grabbing you head and pulling you in, you’re in
Don’t you go to Lakehead
These days it’s litterred with glass
In my opinoin you’re best off
Just to forget the past
Well I may always love you
But that’s not the point
But should you go to Lakehead
I mean by chance you go to Lakehead
Girl, just tap on my back
Tap on my back
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A vacant lot
The tent goes up
The poster shouts
You saints and you moaners come gather your kindred and go
They’re filing in
They’re falling out
The preacher grins
Cecil Biumphrey will lead us to Zion again
You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya’ll getting real
In shanty town
You’re lost, you’ve found
The gospo feel
The organ pumps
The thunder thumps
Of pending doom
Sister will sing jubilee if you’re all clapping hands
The clouds descend
The flaps blow in
The preacher grins
A stranger appears at the rear and he’s here and he’s gone
You go to God
You speak in tongues
Ya’ll getting real
In shanty town
You’re lost, you’ve found
The gospo feel
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Buckeye my old friend
We'd hit the road for the weekend
Hunting grouse, hunting duck
Buck never had luck
Buckeye was a dad
He’d be a lousy dad to have
His boy Bo might come along
If we took him from his mom
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged but nuts today
A man's down on his luck
Raining off and on
Buckeye slips and drops his gun
The rifle fires and Bo is felled
I run to call for help
I rand so hard I lost my way
I hear a shot from where I came
Buck shot himself through the head
Now the two of them are dead
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged nuts today
A man's down on his luck
Sure hunting for something
Sure shooting for something else
Ain’t bagged nuts today
A man's down on his luck…
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Willie Wisely Saint Paul, Minnesota
Equal parts Minnesotan music scene veteran and Laurel Canyon resident/devotee, Willie Wisely remains that rare bird mixing profound power pop with arena-sized showmanship, a troubadour on an all night rave up, a cold kombucha on a hot California day, a McCartney-ite taking a break from his Japanese import of “Ram” for a quick Canyon run listening to João Gilberto. ... more
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