1. |
Dr. Wolf
03:49
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Dr. Wolf
Felt kind of funny, feel a little sore,
Today's gonna be harder than before.
But I know of a man; a legend, it is true
With forceps and elixirs, appointments start at noon
Oh, White Dr. Wolf
Sunrise on the clinic, my epic journey through,
His nurse takes me by the hand, and says "He'll see you soon."
Well I sit, and wonder, contagious thoughts ail me.
I fear I'm going under, does this man hold the key?
Oh, White Dr. Wolf
I got to see the doctor
Oh, White Dr. Wolf,
Oh, Black Dr. Bear
Oh, Blue Dr. Whale
Oh, Pink Dr. Pig
Dr. Wolf
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2. |
Right You Are, Ken!
02:23
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Oh Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny
Right you are, Ken!
I run to Takeshi
He don't even see me
I run to Takeshi
Knock down a wall just to see Skanky
What do we always say?
Don't get eliminated!
Oh Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny
Right you are, Ken!
I step on the rockies
And scream like a banshee
I step on the rockies
Throw my rope around the Shitake
Oh Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny
Right you are, Ken!
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3. |
Today
02:02
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What's in your thoughts, oh, what's in your mind?
What fills your head and what leaves it behind?
It's too much today
Colorful living is not quite like me
Plainly I find there is too much to see
It's too much today
Open your eyes and try not to see,
Live out your life, but try not to be too much today.
Friends without places and places for kings,
If royalty wasn't, the whole world would sing.
Start with the end, find a way to go back,
My life isn't living, so I step on the cracks.
It's too much today
Open your eyes and try not to see,
Live out your life, but try not to be too much today.
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4. |
Morning
03:26
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As you start your day, do you start to smile?
Do you sit up straight, or will you sleep awhile?
When you're out the door, is it in your head?
What you are doing, or doing again?
Dreamers are dreaming about tomorrow today
And I'm just about gone; I'm on the way.
At your appointment, are you really there?
Are you still dreaming? Do you care?
Do dreamers wake up, or are they gone?
Do they come back, or wander on?
Dreamers are dreaming about tomorrow today
And I'm just about gone; I'm on the way.
Back Home
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5. |
Sweet As A Tart
02:53
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So many women broke my heart,
From Carolyn to Sandra Dee, it's doomed right from the start,
Well when it comes to me, seems women wanna flee,
Must be a love, sweet as a tart.
Yea they were sweet as a tart
Them girls were sweet as a tart
A better man than me surely woulda seen
That your love's sweet as a tart
Gals like Linda always seemed too kind
Until you ask for money, now your rent's a month behind
Like Mandy-Lynn, a pretty girl, yea someone I could trust,
Till one day come home and she done smoked up all my stuff
Yea they were sweet as a tart
Them girls were sweet as a tart
If I had sharper eyes, I'd see through your disguise,
That your love's sweet as a tart
Just like Anne, I thought I was in luck,
But one wrong move, now I've got four flat tires on my truck,
Then there's Tammy, the best and worst by far,
She kicked me out for drinking, now I'm sleeping at the bar,
Yea they were sweet as a tart
Them girls were sweet as a tart
I shoulda known before I let you through my door
That your love's sweet as a tart
So many women broke my heart,
From Carolyn to Sandra Dee, it's doomed right from the start,
Well when it comes to me, seems women wanna flee,
Must be a love, sweet as a tart.
Yea they were sweet as a tart
Them girls were sweet as a tart
A better man than me surely woulda seen
That your love's sweet as a tart
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6. |
Radioworld
03:12
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Radioworld's been good to me when silence speaks
Lying awake and wondering, now I can sleep
I never thought that love could be here, inside me
I never had a guarantee, now I can sleep
We can't live without everything's meaning
We'll find it all out just when we're leaving
And we will see that we can sing
Nothing can seem too strange for me when I'm asleep
Making life out of my routine dies in my dreams
Live for the Word for there will be things not foreseen
I'll never find a greater peace than songs to sing.
We can't live without everything's meaning
We'll find it all out just when we're leaving
And we will see that we can sing
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7. |
Baby James
03:18
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Last night I heard about you working overtime underground,
Sally said you were great
But today you gotta stay at home to help your mind adjust to all the fuss
That must keep you up late
Hey Baby James, come on out let me see your face
Hey Baby James, in the midnight hour, I'll see your face
Well the old, oak tree on Murphy Street was cut down during the week,
I guess people couldn't see around the bend
But everyday we'll find a way to keep to Fort alive
Turn the music up and play it all night
Hey Baby James, come on out let me see your face
Hey Baby James, in the midnight hour, I'll see your face
He's gonna turn it around
Hey Baby James, come on out let me see your face
Hey Baby James, in the midnight hour, I'll see your face
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8. |
Tomorrow's Giants
03:06
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Tomorrow's giants block out today's sunrise
While troops march up and down, across the tramline
Finally
(They'll go away)
I'll be
(And I'll be ok)
Safely
(At the end of the day)
Looking
(I'll be ok)
Your way
You'll find me
Looking at the stars
A washed out guitar is sustaining, suspending our story
High above us all, playing its preludes and melodies
The hazards of a cloud can last forever
You see inside now, the mind is severed
Finally
(They'll go away)
I'll be
(And I'll be ok)
Safely
(At the end of the day)
Looking
(I'll be ok)
Your way
You'll find me
Looking at the stars
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9. |
Spread The Jam
02:59
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Stop, drop, take me to the top
Count me down to the show (1 2 3 4)
Rock, roll, baby take it slow
Like 50 years ago
I can't sleep 'cause I feel the heat
Day after day
And everybody the feels the beat
You can hear them say
What can I do? (To make it better)
And what can I say?
Left, right, come on down to fight
Hope you're panning to stay
We got rhymes, baby we got time for some
Hip hop hooray
Stop, drop, take me to the top,
Let me try it again
I wanna know, Dono, how to grow
I gotta, I gotta understand
What can I do? (To make it better)
And what can I say?
Spread The Jam
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10. |
Edward McClanahan
02:46
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Edward McClanahan
was a dirty, rotten old man
Used to spit into his hands
before the job, but he had no plans
Edward was a dirty, old codger
Shot and buried his best friend, Roger
"Went away on a trip," he said.
But in his freezer is Roger's head
Well he's an old, mean sack of scat
He sat on his porch, yelling this and that
And if you don't know where he's at
He'll catch you by surprise, and he'll gouge out your eyes
and I won't tell you no lies
He's a sour, old man, that McClanahan
Edward went out one day
He had some bills that he had to pay
Cursed and swore the entire way
And gave the finger to whoever said "Hey"
And at the office where he paid his bills,
The kids were screaming and the lines were filled
Edward lost it and he pulled his gun,
but he was shot down by the Sherif's son
Well he's an old, mean sack of scat
He sat on his porch, yelling this and that
And if you don't know where he's at
He'll catch you by surprise, and he'll gouge out your eyes
and I won't tell you no lies
He's a sour, old man, that McClanahan
Edward's going in the ground
He won't be making another sound
Not a single person in the town
Was there when that day came 'round
The lesson here is to keep your cool
Don't grow to be a hot-headed fool
Listen closely, my dear friend, or you might become
a McClanahan
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Lindby Fort Worth, Texas
Indie Rock / Jazz / Electronic / Nerd / I IV V7 I / Love Your Mother.
Lindby is an
Indie Rock Band based out of Fort Worth, TX with an eclectic sound ranging from rock to jazz to folk to classical. From fugues to funk, Lindby's got it!
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