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Home Again
02:43
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Picture perfect like the one on the postcard.
The one you sent me from the prison yard.
It’s so good to be home again.
It’s so good to be home, home again.
Breathe that stale air into my lungs.
Where nothing’s changed at all since the day I got sprung.
It’s so good to be home again.
It’s so good to be with bad friends.
It’s so good to be home, home again.
I traded my nine to five for five to nine.
I gave up punching clocks, now I’m just doing time.
I’ve seen the pros and cons, now I’m where I belong.
I’ve made my decision, you’ve got your prison and I’ve got mine.
The Birdman of Alcatraz on my stolen TV,
Made me so homesick and I slugged the cop on the beat!
It’s so good to be home again.
It’s so good to be with bad friends.
It’s so good to be home, home again.
It’s so good to be home again.
It’s so good to be with bad friends.
It’s so good to be home, home again.
Home again, home again, home again!
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Crawl & Creep
03:07
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If I could shed my skin for you like cicadas in the afternoon,
Would it change your mind about me? But never mind, I can’t even change my own tune.
If I could star in a trapeze act like some flea acrobats,
Would it scratch a memory or two, would it make you want to jump back?
Maybe all I need is a little more dexterity,
And the God given ability to crawl and creep.
If I was to break down and beg, get down on all six legs,
Would your porch light come on for me or would you put your foot down naturally?
Maybe all I need is a little more dexterity,
And the God given ability to crawl and….
….Creep back to you in the dark.
With the beetles in deep sleep.
Let those bed bugs bark.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Maybe all I need is a little more dexterity,
And the God given ability to crawl and creep.
Maybe all I need is the God given ability,
A little more dexterity to crawl and creep.
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3. |
No One Like Me
03:35
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Here comes another reason to love me, as if you needed, as if you needed another.
I am strong as strong can be and I won’t let them make you suffer.
When you come to me and you’re trembling,
I will calm you and you’ll see…
There’s no one like me.
There’s no one like me.
Try as they will, they won’t succeed,
Because there’s no one like me.
There goes another wasted memory and you already have enough of those kind.
All bad things are temporary and what goes around comes back around in time.
When you come around to me and you’re trembling,
I will calm you and you’ll see…
There’s no one like me.
There’s no one like me.
Try as they will, they won’t succeed,
Because there’s no one like me.
Nobody, nobody like me.
When reality gets to real to see,
I’m going to calm you and we’ll just be.
Tell me that there’s no one like me.
There’s no one like me.
Try as they will, I’m sure you’d agree,
That there’s no one like me.
Nobody, nobody like me.
There’s no one like me, there’s no one like me.
There’s no one quite like me.
Here comes another reason to love me.
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4. |
Bud & Lou
03:31
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Could it be you’re not supposed to be so dead
But would you be any different had you lived
Accidental overdose or had you planned to meet the host
Seeing you so comatose makes me think of when we were close
Years before like Bud and Lou in ‘44
The golden age before the rage
Now I feel like he feels when he swallows his tongue
Now I feel like he feels when he buries his son
Now I feel it’s all too real and the damage is done
It’s done and you’re gone
But could it be you’re not supposed to be so gone
Should I’d forseen the amputating of my right arm
Incidental music flows as the heart and breathing slows
And seeing you so comatose makes me think we’re not so close anymore
Like Bud and Lou in ‘54
Things had changed
The demons did reign
Now I feel like he feels when he swallows his tongue
Now I feel like he feels when he buries his son
Now I feel it’s all too real and the damage is done
It’s done and you’re gone
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5. |
Screwed On Right
04:05
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Now my head is screwed on right,
I can see the sound, I can hear the light.
Now my head is screwed on tight,
I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright.
My skies are green and my grass is blue.
I’m standing on my head for you.
This confusion runs deep; it’s an intrusion of sleep.
Losing more marbles by the week.
But now my head is screwed on right…..
In through the out door and out through the in.
Up the down escalator and down the up again.
Anxiety disorder stamped all over me like a police blotter.
Feeling easy just gets harder.
And now my head is on tight and I sleep most every night.
And this world of mine looks very fine.
It’s turning clockwise.
Head on straight, better never than late!
Like a Ferris Wheel ride, ‘round and ‘round my head gets tight.
My funhouse mirror never lies.
And now my head is screwed on right,
I can see the sound, I can hear the light.
Now my head is screwed on tight.
I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright, I am alright.
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She hangs it on her wall and makes me feel quite uncomfortable.
Whenever I’m over I feel like crawling underneath.
I wish she’d give it back…the worst photograph ever taken of me!
Now she says she thinks I’m cursed. She compliments me on being well versed,
In all of the excuses I could give to get sympathy.
But she still won’t give it back…the worst photograph ever taken of me!
Now picture this and picture more.
Picture me pulling her to the floor.
Attempting to save face, preventing disgrace, relenting is such a waste for them all.
Just let me fall!
Now I don’t know what I was thinking, (He goes home to his dictionary)
Time goes by in the blinking, (Finds his face beside the word homely)
Of the eye of the lens, capturing it all for posterity.
I hear the generations laugh at the worst photograph ever taken of me.
Now picture this and picture that.
Picture me pinning her to the mat.
Opening clenched hands, revenging her plan to lessen this man before them all.
Just let me fall!
Silently, gracefully, from the family tree, from the family tree.
She says she thinks I’m cursed. She keeps that 2x3 inside of her purse.
I don’t want to sound negative but something’s developing in me.
And my whole future’s looking black since the worst photograph ever taken of me.
But I swear I’ll get it back, the worst photograph ever taken of me.
It’s written right on the back. It says ‘the worst photograph ever taken of me’.
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7. |
House For Sale
03:49
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Leave the grease and grime and erect a sign.
Drive it straight through my heart, and then you drive away the car.
Without me, without you, things have come unglued,
And I get the feeling the ceiling’s falling in on me.
In this house for sale in a very pleasant neighborhood.
There’s a house for sale, you know I’d stay if I could,
But there are just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
‘Cause there was never any love in this house for sale.
No electricity just like between you and me.
I’m in the dark with my ears, it sounds like I’ve been there for years.
Now with eyes wide open I see happy home is broken,
And I get the feeling the ceiling’s coming down on me.
In this house for sale in a very pleasant neighborhood.
There’s a house for sale, you know I’d stay if I could,
But there are just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
‘Cause there was never any love in this house for sale.
You need a change of address.
I need a change from this mess.
And home is where the heart…home is where the heart…
Home is where the heart attack is!
Without you, without me, the white picket fence is peeling,
And I cannot stop this feeling oh no, oh no!
In a house for sale in a very pleasant neighborhood.
There’s a house for sale, you know I’d stay if I could,
But there are just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
‘Cause there was never any love, no there was never any love,
Well there was never any love in this house for sale.
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the james clark institute Toronto, Ontario
Under the guise of ‘The James Clark Institute’, Toronto based music artist, James Clark takes the classic pop song style that he grew up with and gives it his own spin. The music of Elvis Costello, Ray Davies and Lennon and McCartney have all influenced James' musical style. “A wealth of songwriting talent” says renowned music writer/ ex-MuchMusic VJ Michael Williams in Cashbox Canada. ... more
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