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Corporate Rock
03:10
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Corporate Rock
From Corporate Town
Spread it all around
On the festival circuit
Industry plant
Your father is an A&R man
He put together your band
Daddy’s gonna work it
I’m gonna be found out
I’m gonna get caught with a red hand
That'll be the end of my brand
Baby it was worth it
Let the money flow
Baby make it rain
Get a face tattoo
Play through the pain
Corporate Rock
From Corporate Town
Come hear the sound
In the bank’s arena
Sell out crowd
Tickets on the ground
Where’s your mother now
Hammer have you seen her
She’s down in the pit
And she’s shaking it
Never been more lit
Bring me more tequila
Get a sync deal
Maybe a car commersh
Can’t sell records now
Gotta sell T shirts
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2. |
Dream On Dreambird
05:53
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In the summer when i was 17
I worked at the carwash in exchange for money
A lady waiting for her truck to dry
Asked me what I wanted to be
And I told her that I wanted to be on the stage
At the grand ole opry down in Tennessee
They embraced Loretta Lynn and Patsy Cline
Maybe they’d have room enough for me
And she said “dream on, dreambird
Fly high, fly into the sky
Even if you never play the Ryman
Don’t ever let them say you didn’t try
Well the Ryman auditorium used to be a church
And it can hold a couple thousand fans
One day I hope to make it to that playing field
For now you’ll find me sitting in the stands
I’m not gonna sit and keep my mouth shut
And I wont take my eye off of the ball
They can drag me out kicking and screaming
One day I am gonna prove them wrong
Dream on dreambird
Fly high, fly into the sky
Even if you never sell an album
Don’t ever let them say you didn’t try
Every living day
Something else gets in the way
To keep you from accomplishing your goals
You can work it out
Just push through the fear and doubt
But like Kathy said we can’t all be Billy Joels
Dream on dreambird
Fly high, fly into the sky
If you never headline Madison Square Garden
Don’t ever let them say you didn’t try
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3. |
Fight
05:50
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Lock up your car when you park at the pawnshop
Unless you’ve got change to spare
Someone who really needs it Might be digging around in there
It’s hard to forget where you came from
When you’re stuck here everyday
I don’t think that i’m depressed What do i know anyways
Maybe it’s just the weather
Maybe i just need some rest
But I fight like a kid, like a toddler Who’s not ready to go to bed
My best friend in school was a girl
Her family just moved to this town
She was smart and unique and so beautiful She never spent one night alone
Dirty little house out on the westside
Where the teachers and coaches would go
She wouldn’t tell me what happened in there But i think i know
Maybe she liked the attention
Maybe she liked the control
I never told her that she was my hero Cause she fought and got out on her own
I scrolled past your picture on facebook
I saw that you got divorced
Part of me felt really sorry for you Part of me said well of course
I can’t imagine how hard that must be
Nobody thought it would work
You gave it your best, though, one hundred percent But that car was just stuck in reverse
Maybe now you can be happy
Maybe everything will be fine
You fought like a fish to get off of that hook, you ended up breaking the line
Maybe the weight will just fall off your shoulders
Maybe your hammer will smash it to bits
Maybe you’ll rip out each hair from your head
And then fall down shaking in one of your fits
Maybe you’ll grind your teeth till they’re flat
Maybe you’ll bite through your lips
Maybe you will have some peace when they die
You can relax and unclench your fists
But for now you just fight
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4. |
Mary Beth
05:26
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A joyful noise was rippling through the aspen trees
Breath through a harmonica, a summer breeze
You were on a pedestal and i was on my knees
Mary Beth your summer dress, your sunburned face, the acid test
The music that you are, I’ll never play
I went on a tangent, lost track of your footsteps
but I hope you’re out there somewhere shining still today
If I crossed your path, what would I say
In the mountain sun girls spinning hula hoops
dancing on the rocks and sucking sugar cubes
Peace sign painted on the side of tie dyed combat boots
Mary Beth the pirouette, the attitude, the arabesque
The dance moves I could never keep them straight
I’ve got 2 left feet and the steps are incomplete
I know that I’ve been beat while I watch you waltz away
If I could twist and shout, would that make you wanna stay
Love has found a couple ways to manifest
Tremors in your stomach or a murmur in your chest
You know that could be hunger, could be cardiac arrest
Mary Beth I must confess the Be Here Now, the ego death
The wild in your eyes I’ll never tame
A peek behind the shroud, see what everything’s about
Advection of the clouds and evaporate the rain
And if i woke up now, would you remain
Everything that happens everything you see
Gets lost inside the puzzle of your memory
Put it all together if you could find that missing piece
Mary Beth I won’t forget the skinny dip, the grateful dead
The way the moonlight silhouettes your face
The riverboat, the drunken nights
The molly and the disco lights
The plastic shaman blasting off, the monkey lost in space
I tried to solve it all, there’s still something out of place
Mary Beth don’t get upset the dog tags are now all that’s left
We’re carrying remains back to the base
When summer brings its golden sun you cast your warmth on everyone
And bless our modest lives with compassion and your grace
And we will know love
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5. |
Boston Wrong
03:10
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I was in the club
When the power went out
I ran to my car
To grab an acoustic
When i brought it back
It wouldn’t stay in tune
He flipped it over like a drum
And he used it
People standing around
The place was lit with candles
The lady said they’re only
Taking cash at the bar
There aren’t any tapes
Cuz there weren’t any tapers
The power never came back
We danced in the dark
I don’t know how i made it back to your place
Without siri, google maps, or a cell phone
Back at your place
You had a bay window
You were so Boston
I was so wrong
I gave you all a ride
To the lake in the moonlight
4 naked white girls
Singing that song
You wouldn’t let me swim
You made me look away
I guess it’s just as well
I sat down with my journal
I wrote a little bit
Of a song you’ll never hear
When you fell asleep
I finished off the handle
I don’t know how i made it back to my tent
Without a lighthouse or a beacon
Or a flashlight
alright.
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6. |
Forgive Me
04:41
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Nineteen ninety motherfucking one
I tried to sit down and write a little song like Johnny Mayer would
Something you might wanna show your friends
Something to make you feel so good
Then I mess it up start pouring out the details of our relationship
I start reminiscing, get drunk, get mad, start talking shit
I’m sorry, I always try to make it all about me
I could never find the beat, let alone the key
I’m sorry i didn’t mean to make it oh so hard
Forgive me for saying that your body was a junkyard
Your body is a junkyard
Tried to sit down and write a little song like Kenny Loggins would
Make you get right up out of that seat
Shake your ass just like you know you could
Then I mess it up, slow it down, and write a sad song
Get high and scream about you cheating, what could go wrong
I’m sorry I couldn’t see past the there and then
Here and now, I know I was mistaken
I’m sorry, I never meant to let you down
I just wanna see you cut loose, maybe tear up this town
“Cut loose, footloose, I’m alright, keep the fire, danger zone” - Kenny Loggins
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7. |
I Hate My Stepdad
01:29
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I have got a problem with fundamentalism
I haven’t got a problem with eco terrorism
I have got a problem with organized religion
I haven’t got a problem with Bowie’s Sound and Vision
I have got a problem with dehumanization
I haven’t got a problem with nonproliferation
But I hate my fucking stepdad
(can you guys keep it down the bachelor's on)
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8. |
Burn Cars On Fire
03:18
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It’s never been this close before
Clinch the win with one more score
Everyone’s standing on their feet
There’s a darkness out on St. Catherine street
When the game gets out burn cars on fire
From the top of the roof to the bottom of the tires
Maybe first flip ‘em upside down
Running from the cops in a tear gas crowd
Climb up the light pole, shake your fist
Handcuffs on but you still resist
Won’t even try to understand
How you could hug or shake their hands
Did you think this was just a fucking game?
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9. |
Get The Past Behind
03:30
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Gonna get the past behind me
All the things that i never did
There's no time to make a record
When you’re trying to raise a kid
Never gonna meet another girl at the club
Or wake up on the floor
Gonna Get the past behind me
See what the future has in store
Gonna get the past behind me
Look straight into the road ahead
Forget about who was right or wrong
Forgive whoever was in your bed
Never gonna fight for your honor
Like a martial arts kid
Gonna get the past behind me
Gonna put it in a body bag (hya)
Gotta get the past behind me
Shed that weight, start moving quick
Go jogging in the morning
Spend more time with my friends
Brush my teeth twice a day
Quit drinking and eating meat
Walk or get an electric car
Recycle everything
Donate to planned parenthood
Adopt an unloved child
Stand up straight like grandmother said
Look people in the eyes
Reusable grocery bags
Half hour of cardio
Love myself, believe in god
Finally let you go (go go go go)
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10. |
I Guess This Is Perfect
03:43
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What are you doing here?
You should be out in hollywood acting in movies,
in magazine pages and rock videos
Not just slinging pancakes in this shitty diner
Walking among all the crumbs on the floor
Rolling your silver and filling the ketchup by a picture
Of a boardwalk and ferris wheel carousel
You asked “who’s sitting here?”
I said that “you are” but I was just joking
That's my defense in case you didn’t want to
I’ve had my heart kicked in enough times to know that
It belongs in a junkyard by a windowless Nova
No one would want it so I keep my cards hidden
But you just sat down and that's where you’re still sitting
I can’t believe you’re still here
Holding our baby in the middle of the night
Trying to soothe her and keep her from crying
Among all the stuffies and the blankets and plastic
Bright shiny toys that make noises and light up
I don’t know what i ever did to deserve this
But i guess that I’ll take it, I guess this is perfect
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