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She Said Yeah
03:35
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When are we going to make love…
She said yeah, she said yeah, oh she said it
So when are we going to, when are we going to
Make love
I’ve been tidily
Wholly undeniably
Flat out and completely rejected
All I want to do is make love
Her body’s all I ever think of
If she’d just say, “yeah”, yeah, yeah
If I was just a floozy
A boozing loser wanna-be
Maybe I could take some rejection
All I want to do is cuddle
She’d be melting to a puddle
She’d see I’m so lovable
If she’d just say, “yeah”, yeah, yeah, yeah
She said yeah, she said yeah, oh she said it
She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it
So when are we going to, when are we going to
Make love
When are we going to make love…
I’ve been tidily
Wholly undeniably
Flat out and completely rejected
You’ve been bated but not taken
I’m the boy for whom you’re waiting
So grab a tail, don’t be shaken
Just keep saying “yeah”, yeah, yeah, yeah
She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it
She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it
So when are we going to, when are we going to
Make love
When are we going to make love…
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2. |
Two Charcoal Hearts
02:34
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3. |
Home By Friday
03:16
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Just loan me the keys to Betsy
I won’t drive recklessly
Keep her feet on the highway
And I’ll be home by Friday
You’ve got my word
My word’s a very good word
And I’ll be home by Friday
This time I ain’t lying
With Bar-b-que from the city
Don’t you worry your pretty little head
Or lift a finger
Daddy’s going to bring home dinner
You’ve got my word
My word’s a very good word
And I’ll be home by Friday
This time I ain’t lying
Be kind, be mine
I don’t like what I see
Yo little girlie two shoes (shacking up with some good friends)
I’m bringing home some good news (no chicks or musicians)
I found a job up in Northwest (number’s been disconnected)
I’ll wire some and mail the difference (call you from the filling station)
You’ve got my word
My word’s a very good word
And I’ll be home by Friday
This time I ain’t lying
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Flowers For The Lady
03:19
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Hey waiter, can I have a flower for the lady?
It’s not her birthday or anniversary
Say waiter well can I get some flowers for my baby?
Cause she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen
I want a limo that runs on hot toddies
‘Cause I’m blowing my last dime right
There better be room for something kind of naughty
‘Cause the girl done love how this poor boy provides
Say waiter can I have a flower for the lady?
Just pluck one off of that old Maitre d’
Say waiter well can I get a flower for my baby?
‘Cause she’s the only girl that’s right by me.
I want a limo that runs on hot toddies
‘Cause I’m blowing my last dime right
And there better be leg room for something kind of naughty
‘Cause the girl done love how this poor boy provides
Say waiter let’s have a round of flowers for the lady?
It’s not the 14th of February
Say waiter well can I get one flower for my baby?
‘Cause she’s the sweetest thing a man done, one man done, this man’s seen.
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5. |
Raincan
03:06
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I wander up a hill
To see the city by the bay it fills with bildge
And all the sewage of one day
I’m blown away
So I bought myself a raincan
I prayed for water
I ride my bike through town
For years I never feared until they knocked me down
They stole my shit and kicked my face
I am amazed
So I bought myself a raincan
I prayed for water
My raincan caught a cup
Of bildge and water
A car pulls up the curb
The window rolls as a pistol is exposed
He says, “No whities on my turf”
His pistol squirts
refrain
A friend pulls me aside
He said stop singing about the issues of our day
Everything you’ve said is just so base
You’re just a pretty face
refrain
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6. |
My Complicated Friend
03:57
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Please don't make this difficult, my complicated friend
Just this once don't make such a big ordeal
Simple is as my advice, my complicated friend
You don't have to reinvent the wheel
And don't go muck it up, up in flames, your life, oo-we-oo-wa-oo
So please don't make this more difficult than it has to be
My complicated friend
And don't go muck it up, up in flames, your life, oo-we-oo-wa-oo
So please don't make this more difficult than it has to be
I need you to look right here, I fear we’re near the end
Teach your heart to beat while keeping steeled
And don't go muck it up, up in flames, your life, oo-we-oo-wa-oo
So please don't make this more difficult than it has to be
My complicated friend…
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7. |
So Turned On
03:15
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I heard a naughty rumor about you
And it’s got me so turned on
Couldn’t tell by judging the cover
Took you for the bookish one
So would you read my mind if I asked you?
Before I implode
You might assume I’m bringing you some harm
I swim with Sharks, you hang with Jets
No diseases or dangerous firearms
Fish for me, I’m all you’ll catch
So would you feed me a line if I begged you to?
Before I implode
So would you bait my line if I begged you to?
Before I implode
I hear it’s all true about you
You got me so turned on baby
The boys were holding discussion
When my friend kind of mentions you
Talk turns from vile to discusting
He heard the nasty rumor too (spoken)
So would you toss me a bone if I need you to
Before I explode
So would you like me to show you what I can do
Before I explode
I hear it’s all true about you
You got me so turned on baby…
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8. |
Bygones
03:51
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#1: I laid up all night
#2: Learn to let it go
#1: So what she did was alright?
#2: Better you never know
You’ve been worked up for way too long
Put your bygones where they belong
#1: I’ll show her what she shows me
#2: Fat lot of good it’ll do
#1: Like click my heals and count to three?
#2: Like pull them up but don’t get screwed
You’ve been pissed off for way too long
Let your bygones where they belong
#1: Big black books of rules
#2: The price of her company
#1: So grab a piece of gratitude
#2: She’ll only do as she please
You’ve gone cocked half way too long
Stick your bygones where they belong
Long nights trying to ask you
For probably what you don’t know
So sick of harrassing
Learn to let it go, learn to let go, learn to let go…
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9. |
Party Dress
02:30
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It’s a simple place to start
It’s an easy thing to say
But the world it’s so messed up
It never goes that way
At the risk of talking down
Or in the case of I don’t know
It’s a tired thing to say
I love you in your way
So you can take your pills
And it won’t rock my boat
You can get high till the cops stop by
Even if I don’t
You can keep your party dress
Hang it with the rest
Keep your party, party dress
Your party dress…
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Doorbells
03:56
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If I, hear a knock at our dinner-time door
I know I, know that knock from somewhere before
There’s a thing or two I should’ve let you know
But now the reeper’s come to sew
Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells
I can’t tell her anymore lies
If she says, “hey guess what?” I swallow so hard
And when she, reads my mail I fear what she saw
There’s a pair of gargoils learing off the roof
They’re all a-coming home to roost
Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells
I, I can’t tell her anymore lies…
bridge
Making sure, you and her are never in the same room
Keeping my, stories straight in case you’re accidently introduced
The stoop is full of hounds basking in the sun
They lift a hind leg and run
Ditching doorbells, ringing doorbells
I, I, I can’t tell her anymore lies…
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11. |
Drunken Young Men
05:16
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The piano strikes a chord and all the soldiers roar, “hooray”
Steins pounding tables in time
All's forgotten in rhyme
Sober serving girl, feigns a smile and does what she can
Lacing up their trousers and boots
She can't loosen the noose
The news is not so good once again for drunken young men
Jiggers parting their grins, drunken young men
You'd better tidy your affairs while you can, drunken young men
The veteran orders rounds on grounds that all join at croquet
Ignore him and he’ll go away
Cripple waving his cane
Tired hired girls dance for drunken young boys
Kicking up skirt and hoop
Bruising barely the truth
The news is not so good once again for drunken young men
A toast hangs at every smooth chin, drunken young men
With nothing yet to will to their kin, drunken young men
Tiny little girl has some news to tell a drunken young boy
She'll be carrying to term
Will he be returned?
The news is not so good once again for drunken young men
Everything, wine, beer and gin, for drunken young men
Well you may not come home with your limbs
And taverns will remind girls of him
And the piano will close on the hands of drunken young men
Drunken young men…
Drunken again
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Hop between the sheets
A man never felt so nice
Toenails sharp as blades
Feet as cold as ice
Touch her leg to see her squirm
Roust her sleepy world
Oh, paradise
Sleeping with girls
Smell of smoky hair
Man we were out all night
Smoking hashish cigarettes
With the police chief’s wife
I check her breath, it ain’t too bad
Come on let's give it another whirl
Kiss me twice
Sleeping with girls
Elbow in the face
I woke up with Charley Horse
Stub my baby toe
Fumbling for a bathroom door
Her house mates come home drunken-faced
As I’m naked like a shining pearl
Ah, blow the dice
Sleeping with girls
My kingdom for a toothbrush
To scrub my self respect
I’m been searching for pride somewhere
So hard when your soaking wet
Talking in my sleep
Oh a mighty risky proposition
Especially when that weren’t her
Bent over in that position
I’m not well rested no, no, no, no, no
Fact is I’m miserable
Ah, serves me right sleeping with girls
Serves me right sleeping with girls
Serves me right sleeping with girls
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13. |
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When are we going to make love…
She said yeah, she said yeah, oh she said it
So when are we going to, when are we going to
Make love
I’ve been tidily
Wholly undeniably
Flat out and completely rejected
All I want to do is make love
Her body’s all I ever think of
If she’d just say, “yeah”, yeah, yeah
If I was just a floozy
A boozing loser wanna-be
Maybe I could take some rejection
All I want to do is cuddle
She’d be melting to a puddle
She’d see I’m so lovable
If she’d just say, “yeah”, yeah, yeah, yeah
She said yeah, she said yeah, oh she said it
She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it
So when are we going to, when are we going to
Make love
When are we going to make love…
I’ve been tidily
Wholly undeniably
Flat out and completely rejected
You’ve been bated but not taken
I’m the boy for whom you’re waiting
So grab a tail, don’t be shaken
Just keep saying “yeah”, yeah, yeah, yeah
She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it
She said yeah, she said yeah, baby she said it
So when are we going to, when are we going to
Make love
When are we going to make love…
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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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