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Song on the Radio
03:13
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I just got one ticket for the show tonight
But there's a chair that no one's sitting in right here beside me
And it wouldn't leave the corner of my eye
Until you walked out on stage into the light
The band sounds so good that it almost hurts
You're up there playing that fiddle, they're singing those familiar words
And you'd think I'm crazy if you heard
What I'm thinking but what if you were
To come on down
Sit next to me
I've got a pretty good seat
And we'll just watch the show
And you won't be a a song on the radio
Watching you play and hearing them sing
Makes it too easy to think about impossible things
But no one in this room knows that I'm wondering
If someone like you could ever be with me
So come on now
Would you go
If I asked you out
After the show
And you won't be a song on the radio
I know I must be blind to think of breaking this wall
But when your eyes met mine
I was watching it fall
Come on down
Sit next to me
And see where it leads
You don't ever know
But you won't be a song on the radio
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2. |
Bernie Girl
03:10
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It ain’t just pretty
Can break the lonely
I tell my friends there's more
And not just kindness you should be asking for
Well how much longer
They wanna ask me, buddy
Till you fall in love
Girls with conviction
That's what I'm dreaming of
Bernie girl
Bernie girl
You change my world
I had a feeling she was
Somewhere with the bright and bold
That know that he's okay
Working the phone banks
All across the USA
Something about you
It's that integrity
That anyone can see
Down with the issues
You're beautiful to me
Bernie girl
Bernie girl
You change my world
Then looking up I see, she's
Late for the rally
Holding a sign that says make college free
She's got a fever
It's called compassion
I got a fever too
A revolution, girl
I wanna start with you
Bernie girl
Bernie girl
You change my world
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3. |
This is the Day
03:14
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I remember the day I was born
Or at least I was told by the trees
There was a boy was walking around
Looking up at all the leaves
He had a piece of a board in his hand
And he'd squint from the sun in his eyes
Like a sailor looking for land
Up in the sky
And everything around him said
Everything inside his head said
This is the day
This is the day
He jumped over the little frog creek
Still looking up all of the while
He came to the hollowed-out hill on the other side
And hanging over that hollowed out hill
Was a perfect lower-case y
Tied a rock to a rope and tossed it high
And everything around him said
Everything inside his head said
This is the day
This is the day
And all the trees around
Are coming up from the ground
But I’m hanging down
And now everyone comes when it's warm
And jumps the little frog creek
And they run to the hollowed-out hill just to see me
And everything around them says
Everything inside their heads says
This is the day
This is the day
Then it's always so quiet at night
Will anyone hear the sound
When that perfect lower-case y comes down
And everything around me says
Everything inside my head says
This is the day
This is the day
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4. |
Mona Lisa
02:30
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Hey Mona Lisa, saw you earlier today
Lit up in a softer way no one noticed
After that your entourage came into the room
And with the motion that ensued
The moment vanished
Well I know everybody looks up to you in this town
They heard the word from all around
There is no other
On and on they come just staring at your gilded frame
Wearing out your pretty name, then buying the t-shirt
So I’ll keep it slant, when the real thing gets too real
And talk to an image on a wall
Because I can’t just tell you what I feel
I guess I’m scared it all will fall
So I guess it must have been nothing
Or could it have been something no one heard
Hey Mona Lisa there ain't nothin can replace
You got that smile on your face
Like unstrained mercy
But back behind the layers where I know I’ll never see
There is nothing there for me
But I can't seem to learn it
I can't seem to learn it
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5. |
Someone to Love
02:55
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It's Sunday again your phone's telling you
Last night you stayed in had a lot to do
Some things you don't need a reminder of
You're looking for someone to love
Your thoughts are a bell that you don't dare sound
What if it works well and you look around
And realize what your world's not made of
And you're looking for someone to love
But seems like the right time of the year
When snowfall is all you can hear
So suddenly somehow don't things just appear
Out of the air
You stay in let your friends go seize the day
It's too cold outside for that anyway
Till he comes back in because she left a glove
You're still waiting for someone to love
But seems like the right time of the year
When snowfall is all you can hear
So suddenly sometimes don't things just appear
Out of the air
You go on dates where you go nowhere
The ones who you care for don’t seem to care
So isn't there something the world could arrange
You're ready for something to change
Looking for someone to love
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6. |
Fat Jesus
03:51
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There is a truth that we seldom hear:
After our Savior's birth
He grew in wisdom and stature - yes,
But he also grew in girth
Fat Jesus - oh he is friend to me
Keeps me safe and sound and free
He who is last will later be first
But why wait till the whole thing's done
Got to get all you can, then tie the strings to the purse
Then look out for number one -
And that's Fat Jesus
Singing blessed are the hoarders
Oh yes, he'll bless us right up to our borders
Up on the hillside, multiplying carbs
Says hey man, come try some of these
And get you some of that fish - that's where the nutrients are
I mean your alpha and omega 3's
Oh he's my friend
Going to fill me up again
Oh yes, Lord today we give you thanks
Singing blessed are those with tanks
Lord you have chosen a holy people
We ought to have a white house with a great big steeple
And where we wanna go, we just gotta ask
And you'll knock us down a brand new path
Oh he's my friend
Making sure the right side wins
And we thank you that you've blessed this land
For the way you feed us from your hand
They say you look different in other countries
Whoa now Jesus, that's blasphemy!
Oh He's my friend
Right on till the very end
You got to eat all the cows - moo moo
you got to eat all the chickens - cluck, fuck
If he wants to eat all the trees and the oceans too
He's Jesus, man - he'll do what he wants to!
Blessed are the swollen
Fat Jesus, He's got the whole world in his colon
What would Jesus do?
He'd grab whatever he wants to
Said let the children come to me
Into my penitentiary
I am drawing all things to myself
Just give me whatever's on the shelf
Won't you let him be your friend
He will make us great again
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