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Ricky Hamilton
01:08
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I've got a car and nothing else I care about.
The things I love have all rotted away.
This Cleveland air will just remind me of my failures,
And I know that I’ll grow bitter if I stay,
So start ‘er up, there’s nothing in my way.
Why stay here when I’ve tried it all 100 times?
Why stay here when no one loves me anyway?
There’s no time for packing bags or valedictions
When there might be something waiting far away,
So turn the key, I’m driving to LA.
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2. |
Green/Green
01:07
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Playing sloppy music all day long
But can’t even write a three chord song
Got kicked out of music theory class—
Doesn’t matter, wasn’t going to pass.
Just plug in and then we’ll smoke some grass.
Killing time until the school day’s done,
Dreaming of that MF-P01.
All these kids with their squire strats
Making noise behind their parents’ backs.
Hit record and dub another track.
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3. |
The Grocery Store
00:15
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Well, the grocery store is half a mile away,
And I haven’t had a meal in a couple of days,
And I haven’t left bed since I don’t know when
But it’s half a mile longer than I ever want to walk again
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4. |
Wooden Stake
02:44
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I woke to noises from my basement.
I laid there stunned: in stiff amazement.
And through the dark, I heard a creaking.
A Dracula, there, must be creeping.
I’m going to get my wooden stake.
Could my senses be in error,
And is this just one more night terror?
The sweat upon my brow is beading.
His lips are wet; my heart is beating.
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5. |
Michigan
01:01
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If you’re going to Michigan, the girl I long to kiss again
Still lays her head in Michigan tonight.
So, if you’re going to Michigan and see the girl I’m missing,
Then just tell her I still love her, be forthright.
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6. |
Blue Moon
03:40
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7. |
Everything Burns
01:33
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I don’t need these books, just throw them in the wood stove.
I don’t need these records, throw them in the wood stove.
I don’t need these photo albums, I don’t need my clothes.
Just burn them all and let them melt away my frozen woes.
Because everything burns.
I don’t need my car, just throw it in the wood stove.
I don’t need no friends, just throw them in the wood stove.
I don’t need my arms, my ears, and I don’t need my nose.
Just cut them off and throw them in and let them warm my toes.
Because everything burns.
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8. |
(You Should) Show Her
01:01
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If you know what time it was when you met her,
And every time you see her your heart flitters.
Then you know it’s more than passing passion.
Why not show a little more compassion?
If you love her you should show her.
No one knows the thoughts that you’re concealing
If you never show her how you’re feeling.
Just because you feel it on the inside
Doesn’t mean she’s inferred what you’ve implied.
If you love her you should show her.
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9. |
Twelve O'Clock
01:43
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It’s twelve o’clock and I don’t feel right
No dark could dim your memory’s light
It’s twelve o’clock and I miss you tonight.
I fear that I may never sleep
While thoughts of you still make me weep
It’s twelve o’clock and I miss you tonight.
And it all drags on...
The hours feel like entire years.
The day’s so long now you’re not here.
It’s twelve o’clock and I miss you tonight.
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10. |
Cockroach
00:56
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Well, it’s six steps forwar and it’s five steps back
I can climb up any wall and I can fit in any crack.
And once you see me, you know you’ll see 1,000 more
There’ll be so many crawling, you’ll be running out the door
Because I’m a cockroach, and you’re the real pest.
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(Instrumental)
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