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I am a stock photographer
This is the life for me
I can shoot whatever I want
And make a little money
Sometimes I can’t sleep at night
Sometimes all I see
Are strangers faces all around looking down on me
It’s all I know
Every single ounce of skill
And every care I’ve got
A large piece of my heart
Goes into every shot
I hope my folks are proud of me
And of the work I do
This one I call four sad actors rolling right on through
It’s all I know
I am a stock photographer
This is the life for me
No fame or fortune come my way
Just anonomity
I just need that golden shot
Like a horse back riding dog
Maybe If I get lucky I’ll get a man in a hammock with a log
It’s all I know
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Who put the punk rock spikes on the turkey? what a sight and unseen, no one’s pointing the finger, at Grandma Josephine.
Who put the punk rock spikes on the turkey? What a thing to believe, no one’s thinking it was cousin Verlina or Great Uncle Steve.
But everyone thinks it was the teenage daughter who’s been acting kind of strange, she’s been playing those 3 chord songs in her room and dressing kind of deranged.
Did the daughter put the punk rock spikes on the turkey? Sitting out in the raw. She’s got her family in awe. Could be against the law.
Did the daughter put the punk rock spikes in the turkey? She’s always been a contrarian, so it could’ve been a protest move because she’s a vegetarian. She’s the kind of girl who lives by conviction and is always part of a scene, she works every week at the soup kitchen at the church of the Nazarene. Because she’s got a really good heart.
No one can say who did what was done to the turkey, but the house guests are coming later from Albuquerque. The mom confessed that she didn’t want to cook anyways, so thank the Lord the Thai food place is still open on the holiday.
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She was dog with time to kill
so she developed her equestrian skills
living life in the saddle
camping out in the hills
She was 42 in dog years
When suddenly it was all clear
Avoiding life’s taxes on a horse
Her name was Xenophon
Lost … without a hope in the world
I got tossed … by an ornery mule
Days … turned into months and then years
I was clean shaven once, now a mighty long beard
Just when I’d given up hope for survival
An angel, my saviour barked out her arrival
She rode to my aid on a majestic black steed
Licked and bandaged my wounds, took care of every single need
Now I live to ride and I ride to win
Side by side with my girl named Xenophon
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Sperrets - Chameleon
02:57
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chameleon, right or wrong
changing from the inside
without a reservation
will you miss me when i'm gone?
hard to read the landscape
shift into a new shape
blackbirds roost inside of me
terrified of making a change
won't stay the same
just save your good intentions for a rainy day
if there's nothing left out of scope
with twists and turns, we'll never really know
and if the whole thing is one big joke
won't you let me in?
i can't keep changing...
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Why'd the builder not build the house?
Because he didn't wanna build it...
Son, you gotta work on your punchlines.
Son, you gotta work on your punchlines.
What's red and not good for your teeth?
A Brick...
Son, you gotta work on your timing.
Son, you gotta work on your timing.
When I was young I asked my father
If love could be true.
He said "Son, you can't have your
Cate and your Edith too."
And that's the moment when my mother
Raised the frying pan
A-right-up-over her head.
And now we're just thankful
That Dad ain't dead.
That Dad ain't dead.
Why'd the builder not build the house?
Because he didn't wanna build it...
Son, you gotta work on your punchlines.
Son, you gotta work on your punchlines.
What's red and not good for your teeth?
A Brick...
Son, you gotta work on your timing.
Son, you gotta work on your timing.
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fod - Pine
02:55
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I cannot see the forest for this one tree
I’m pretty sure her branches reach out just for me
She moves like no one’s watching
And her needles touch me softly
Unless I go against her then she pricks me
All this time
I wondered if affection could be mine
Now I find
A deep and true connection with a pine
C’mon, be mine
I’ll move into the forest for a time, Love
But the city’s really best for what I’m thinking of
We’ll settle down and family
Will be everything, believe me
Your branches and your roots just need some trimming
All this time
I wondered if affection could be mine
Now I find
A deep and true connection with a pine
C’mon, be mine
I cut you down and take you home
Then realize I’m all alone
You’re the same and I have grown
Dead without roots, yet I choose to…
C’mon, be mine
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I can’t always be there when you call
But I will try to be your one and…
As we waited for the rest
We played upon the insincerest jest
Say we’ll make it through the air
We’ll make it, dear, by soaring here to there
Here to Mars, not every day apart
Here to Mars is not every day apart
So don’t cry
Don’t cry
I can’t always be your perfect doll
But I will try to be your one and...
As we waded through the mess
We played upon the insincerest jest
Said we’d make it through the air
We’d make it, dear, by soaring here to there
Here to Mars, not every day apart
Here to Mars is not every day apart
So don’t cry
Don’t cry
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The world has gone bananas
It’s like honkey tonk music
Played with untuned pianos
It’s like a piñata
Filled with hollow tipped bullets
Or a tropical cruise
Where you need work permits
We have body armor where
There should be softness
An ocean-sized think tank
That’s so often thoughtless
An online meat market
That says that it’s Cupid
And so much content
That’s insufferably stupid
But there’s a fair share of good
As well
Don’t let it destroy you
Try instead to dwell
On grandmothers knitting
Richard Scary pajamas
Enlightened comedians
And sagacious dramas
How apple and twitter
Have made us world-wide neighbors
And the inventions of our time
Do us a boat-load of favors
How science gives us health
And art gives us voice
How the law of the land
Supports the freedom of choice
How opportunity knocks
Again and again
And we are allowed
To make a family of friends
While life today can be so complex
If we follow the law of cause and effects
We can turn a world that
Feels like it’s capsizing
Into something so wonderfully
Great and surprising
If we can just get some perspective
On how to love and how to live
We can hide a banana
In a hotdog on a plate
And live out our lives
For goodness’ sakes
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I hear things cleary
When it’s just you and I
your the mirror to my inner mind
My ideas Reflecting off your glossy eyes
I think you’re winning
I think you’re doing just fine
Are these your words
or mine?
My thoughts echo off your plastic ears
As I share with you all my deepest fears
Your quick to listen and confront
Nowhere to hide your tongue is blunt
I think you’re winning
I think you’re doing just fine
Are these your words
or mine?
What game will We play this time
A checkerd path is not hard to find
Some yours some mine it’s all the same
life changes the rules anyway
I think you’re winning
I think you’re doing just fine
Are these your words
or mine?
Is it me or is this love
I’ll take your silence as a yes
Self respect is no easy task
But you put my doubts to rest
I think you’re winning
I think you’re doing just fine
Are these your words
or mine?
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Chickman
Plucky and ready
Chickman in a suit
Chickman don't have time to play
He's clutching, conducting and planning out his day
And chick man don't have time for you
You can tell that he's busy cause he's wearing his suit
Chickman has work to do
Assessing his positions and making his decisions.
This bird of note will manage you
From the top of his tower from the earliest hour
Poulet!
C'est passé!
Catch up!
Or be late!
This chick makes serious corn
This chick's been a rebel since the day he was born
He'll strut all over you
There is nothing you can do
Poulet!
C'est passé!
Catch up!
Or be late!
Plucky and ready
Chickman in a suit
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Can this be made perfect?
It converts starch into sugar
It’s a-maize-ingly engineered
It’s desirable traits close the gates to
Pests and herbicides
But am I genetically modified?
Like Captain Picard, I look at Laforge
And contemplate Data.
Am I number one?
Or am I more like Vader?
Is that the debate or
Am I a cybernetically augmented challenge to godliness?
Every inoculation by needle makes me less and less feeble
But further from holiness
And out of sight from church steeples,
Holiness is something my mind and body can’t grasp.
Jesus come quickly.
I am a genetically modified organism.
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Machamp was my father
My mother had a thing for limbs
She left me as a child
When her family couldn’t handle him
Machamp was a fighter
He trained at Viridian Gym
Until he was abducted
And a trainer made him fight for her
I befriended an onyx
His brother had been taken away
I asked him if he’d ever
Track them down and make them pay
He said, “you best be grateful
You won’t fit inside a Pokémon ball”
I said, “you may be right,
But men find other ways to make you feel small”
I found work in the city
My boss put me in a cardboard box
He said he couldn’t look at me
A mutant, black sheep among the flock
My temper flares, my temperament shared
By the father who was taken away
I settled the score with a co-worker
Who was Adding gasoline to a dangerous flame
Fate found me in the hospital
In the bed next to the wretched woman
Who had captured my father
And left me for the ruin I am
Jumped out of my bed and screamed,
“Who do you think you are?”
Her eyes grew wide, her bandages confined
As I dragged her out into the hall
I didn’t get far
Police made quick work
This cell was made for me before I was born
I want to forgive
I want to be free
To be more than a Pokémon tragedy
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Here kitty kitty kitty kitty...
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badgerland Ontario
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