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It's All Down To This
00:30
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And it’s all down to this
Love letters that don’t exist
A prize fighter with bloody mits
Fancy foot work with a bit of a twist
Down for the count and not counting on this
He went down like Sonny Liston did
Longing for a long distance kiss
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2. |
Martin and Lewis
03:01
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When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry
Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night
Six silver bullets ring out across the Nevada sky
Death Valley never seemed so alive
Tone slingers and tone deaf singers on a return Delta flight
She’s in for some drama tonight
When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry
Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night
Clark County Fire Department on a Sunday Afternoon
And Everybody’s hanging at the pool
All except for Britney, she’s down at the Double Down Saloon
She’s looking cute through the eyes of this sun stroked fool
And the palm trees remind me of Christmas on Mars
The real mountains behind Macy’s are no distractions from the cards and the fake stars
Well, look who just checked into the Flamingo Inn
With a blank slate and a new respect for gin
When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis the martinis were dry
Unlike the kiss she blew us at the Sapphire last night
When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis
When Dean Martin crossed Jerry Lewis
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3. |
The Devil's Punchbowl
04:01
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Baby’s got chaos in her veins.
Lightning bolts at the break of day.
She can’t run away from the devils parade, the devils escapades.
Baby’s got madness in a glance.
Take 2 steps back and ask her to dance.
But you don’t stand a chance with the devils serenade, the devils lemonade.
The devil seems to know just what I think.
The devils in her soul, don’t let her drink from his punchbowl.
Baby’s got perils in her pulse.
Mascara that runs down her blouse.
And I’ve been such a louse.
I am the devils charade, the devils hand grenade.
The devil seems to know just what I think.
The devil’s in her soul, don’t let her drink from his punchbowl.
And when it’s all said and done, maybe I’m the one,
Who likes to wrap her ‘round my fingers and thumbs.
Maybe it’s me, glory be!
With hooves like goats and secret notes I send to the goddess of infidelity.
But You don’t stand a chance with the devils serenade, the devils lemonade.
The devil seems to know just what I think.
The devils in her soul, don’t let her drink.
The devil seems to know just what I think.
The devils in my soul now that I drink from his punchbowl.
Idle hands – the devil’s playground….
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4. |
As I Recall
03:08
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In the brevity of the moment she stood like a brick wall
I fumbled to find some logic but only found I was not logical
Must be why I offered her kisses to which she refused them all
As I recall As I recall
Everybody’s on pins and needles waiting for the wound nurse to arrive
Working on crossword puzzles and counting up who’s still alive
All down through the corridor the fragrance was so medical
As I recall As I recall
And if I remember correctly she was staring directly at me
I can arouse exactly the colour of the taxi that set her free
Pornographic sidewalk chalk drawing censored by the rain
With lady luck on our side there was nothing really left there to explain
Why oh why when the hammer came falling did I not get up and crawl
I can’t recall No, I can’t recall
If I remember correctly she was staring directly at me
I can arouse exactly the number of the taxi that set her free
Except from my memory
My memory
My memory
As I Recall
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I don’t leave the radio on anymore
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore
You were a special girl who only needed one more life
Selfishly spoken as I lay in a ball here tonight
I still see you from the corner of my eye
And sometimes I swear I even hear you cry
But you’re just playing with the loose strings of my mind
And I don’t leave the radio on anymore
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore
And there’s no real reason for stumbling through the door
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore
If I’d been more like you I could see myself through this darkness
Won’t somebody please let me out of this bag labeled loneliness
You always landed square on your feet
I hope this time I can be so lucky
As I fall from a billion stories
All about her and the rattle of the keys
That makes the engine purr
And brought her to me
And killed her curiousity
Emptiness is scratching at the screen
Something’s amiss now things have changed
I cannot speak, my tongue, she’s got again
And I don’t leave the radio on anymore
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore
And there’s no real reason for stumbling through the door
No I don’t leave the radio on anymore
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6. |
Long Time Coming
04:26
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On the positive side I was feeling pretty low this morning
I awoke to the sound of the letter sliding under the door
And I craned my neck and I heard the footsteps moaning
And I dropped that warning atop my collection stored
Then at 3:51 I saw the noon day sun
Don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for me
I’ll be a long time coming
With complete abandonment and my Siamese twin
I approached my predicament with some chagrin
Then the tightrope walker ran with her feelings within
Requesting a dance but alas, she felt no connection
So at 4:51 my knotted stomach came undone
Don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for me
I’ll be a long time coming
He came to me in a dream clutching his 6123
He offered it up to me
And I agreed whole heartedly
I said please with a double ‘e’
Then I awoke in the same clothes I was wearing on Wednesday
Saturday morning cartoons drop like an anvil in my head
And though my reception is still somewhat fuzzy
I swear I saw my life flash before me on my TV set
Because at 5:51 my epilogue ran long
Don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for me
I’ll be a long time coming
Don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for me
I’ll be a long time
A real long long time
A long time coming
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7. |
Company Hearse
02:48
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They’re burning down the alder wood
Sweeping up my dream soot
Finding bits of never coulds and always wishes
The villains down on Fourteenth Street
Suffocating the concrete
And their faces look so complete among the ashes
I need someone to help me break this family curse
Before I’m fixed for the company hearse
The factory up on Jutland Road
Where we’d go to watch the dolls explode
Now houses a different load behind the bricks and mortar
The Colonel’s villa is up for lease
Upon the door hangs a sympathy wreath
From all the ones who had the sense to leave
And left this weight on my shoulders
I need someone to help me break this family curse
Before I’m fixed for the company hearse
I really thought it was going to be you
But you decided you cannot deny it
You’ve much better things to do ooh ooh ooh
I need someone to help me break this family curse
Before I’m fixed for the company hearse
I need someone to help me break this family curse
Before I’m fixed for the company hearse
It really can’t get any worse
Now I’m fixed for the company hearse
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I could never draw from perspective
I’ve never been good
But I’ve heard love is supposed to be simple
I wish I could draw you in the neighbourhood of my heart
I am drawing to conclusions
It’s my second nature
I’ve read every girl loves to get flowers
And all I have is a picture of my heart
Charlie Schulz was always in love
Charlie Schulz was always in love
Charlie Schulz was always in love
In love like me
So I’m withdrawing from society
It’s just a little too complex
I was told life was going to be simple
It’s had the opposite effect on my heart
Charlie Schulz was always in love
Charlie Schulz was always in love
Charlie Schulz was always in love
In love like me
Let’s start with a fresh page
All mistakes can be erased
We’ll put our thought bubbles together
And leave no trace of yesterday’s misadventures
Charlie Schulz was always in love
Charlie Schulz was always in love
Yeah Charlie Schulz was always in love
Charlie Schulz was always in love
Charlie Schulz was always in love
Charlie Schulz was always in love
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9. |
Monica's Harmonica
04:27
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I’m up here on the window ledge and I’m waiting for the solar eclipse
To be dreadfully honest I’ve been in the dark ever since we kissed
And I’m looking for adjectives I cannot find
They won’t touch these swollen lips or come to my broken mind
And my ears only want to hear Monica’s harmonica
I’m down here in his dungeon and I cannot wash my hands enough
Thought I was immune to his insanity but still I just scrub and scrub
My eyes roll back while my mouth gets dry
I have a head full of ideas but no idea why
Because my ears only want to hear Monica’s harmonica
Monica plays oh so sweet
Monica says she’d like to meet
Under the stars
And to come as I are
I’m out here on a limb hanging by the proverbial thread
I threw precaution to the wind and repercussions under my bed
She needed to feel what I heard in her touch
So I held her near and it was far too much
Then my ears only had to hear Monica’s harmonica.
Monica plays oh so sweet
Monica says she’d like to meet
Under the stairs
And to come if I dare
Monica and her harmonica
It’s Monica just because
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10. |
Dorothy
03:45
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When I remember you I think of flowers on blouses
Sad country songs in a home in a circle of houses
When I remember you I recall the dog day vacations
A week full of rain trying your patience
The flies on the screen seem to loom
When I remember you
Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while
And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile
Like you remember me too
When I remember you I hear the laughter contagious
It’s on all of the faces in the kitchen with the checkered floor
And when I remember you I smell the cedar in the treasures
The leaves from the hedges fall to your feet upon the front porch
While the neighbours clamber for your point of view
When I remember you
Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while,
And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile,
Like you remember me too
When I remember you
The clothes line hangs heavy in the afternoon
And Sunday supper fills my head with perfume
And milk bottles don’t rattle like they used to
But I still remember you
Dorothy, switch off your T.V. and talk to me for a while
And tell me one of your stories about Dorothy and I’ll see you smile
Like you remember me too
Yeah like you remember me too
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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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