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Trouble Girl
(words by Leslie Braly, music by Leslie Braly and Johnny Sangster)
Sometimes I think I made you up Sometimes I think I want so much to feel alright
Did I conjure a lovely ghost, while wondering what death and love are really like
Oh, the way that I miss you is trouble, girl
Wearing the dress that you gave to me
Documenting layers of ritual and shame
You're a strange familiar
Cut to a backstreet love scene, pouring rain, a little taste of something sweeter
Oh, the way that I miss you is trouble, girl
Wearing the dress that you gave to me
Outside my thoughts I'm hiding
Inside my thoughts keep unwinding
I'm finding the way that I miss you is trouble, girl
Wearing the dress that you gave to me
The way that I miss you is trouble, girl
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Your Rightful Place in the Sun
by Joy Mills
Believe it or not, time just slips away
Down on the garden step I go, way out of the game
Life would be simple to live by the lay of the land
The weeds and the wild dimension in balance again
Under the love, under the low light of day
Call me your own, 'cuz I've lost faith
Til now, summer love could never know
Everything has got to go
I'm in love with the way, your correlation of green
Your serrated leaves, I dream of liminal things
Life would be simple if not for the law of the land
If not for the ache and knot that go hand in hand
Under the love, under the low light of day
Call me your own, 'cuz I've lost faith
I walk the path of stones to where you grow
Waiting for the breeze that blows
Here in your rightful place in the sun
In your rightful place in the sun
Your rightful place in the sun
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THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BORDER
By Vince Mtz.
Every day I dodge the law, like a film by Peckinpah,
Still aim to deliver them all, to the other side
Weather, snow, sleet or rain, I'll relieve them of their pain,
Some might deem me insane, like I've gone awry.
But these folks they need more green, if you know what I mean,
If you've only seen the scene, then you know why.
The other side of the border,
The other side of the law,
While folks enjoy their quarters,
Others are behind the bars.
Every morning I get up, pour some cold brew in my cup,
Head to work, down at the local retail store.
All my regulars come in, browse through the bargain bin,
Then ask me, what I've got for them in store.
All the tourists and newbies, can't believe the things they're seeing,
Wall to wall and floor to floor goodies galore.
Every color, every strain, more diversity more gain,
If we can dream, the green can be so much more.
The other side of the border,
The other side of the law,
While folks enjoy their quarters,
Others are behind the bars.
Don't they grow about everywhere,
The founding fathers gardened theirs.
Harvest wheat and harvest grain,
But reefer makes a man insane.
Who's the one that makes the laws,
Builds the walls to keep them small.
Fifty miles and fifty years,
Keep them out we don't want them here.
Who's the one that makes the laws,
Builds the walls to keep them small.
Fifty miles and fifty years,
Keep them out we don't want them here.
Lock them up we don't want them here.
Keep it out we don't want it here.
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Nick Droz - Demolition
03:44
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Demolition
by Nick Droz
Graduate
Smoke some pot
Interview
Land a job
Rent your first apartment out of college
Nine to five
Not much else
Happy hours
Drinking helps
A pattern that you struggle to acknowledge
Make some friends
Drink too much
Hate the job
Lose your touch
Hatch a plan to see your boss tomorrow
With a resignation letter
No parachute to pull
Give an explanation
Feel like such a fool
Hope that you know better
Take it on the chin
The gift of self-destruction
Is the chance to try again
Have a dream
Sketch it out
Draw up plans
To build a house
Outside Caledonia, Minnesota
Buy some tools
Hire help
Hang a hammer
From your belt
Burn through all the cash the bank would loan you
Finish up
Have some doubts
Lose some sleep
Hate the house
Find a package waiting at your door
With a crow bar wrapped in ribbons
An axe adorned in bows
A card with an inscription
A note to let you know
It requires no permission
To strip it down to stud and pipe
The gift of demolition
Is the change to get it right
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Chris Poage - High C
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High C
By Chris Poage
Inspired by Sean Beaudoin's book: Welcome Thieves
I was in a hardcore band with a guy named Duff I played the bass he had a gibson guitar.
Small town blues not much to do, Duff was in the back getting high on glue
Not going to prom because prom's so lame, on the streets of Berlin we honed our busking game.
With a harp in my hand, we were booed from the streets, so we headed back home not accepting defeat.
That's when I got a saxophone
I played it and played it and played it till the cows came home
I bothered neighbors when i played out by the tree
but if I learned one thing it was how to play high C
How to play high C
How to play high C
Cleaning hotel rooms under the bridge with a red lebaron and cheap beer in the fridge.
Duff came back so we start a new band with high high hopes and some lofty demands
We spun this story one night at the bar how we're big and famous don't you know who you are?
The band split up but Duff went on, I watched him on TV from my cold futon.
That's when I had a baby girl named Rose.
I knew she would grow up fast just like me
No regrets, no looking back, no jealousy
and on the saxophone I still like to play high C
I like to play high C
I like to play high C
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