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Timothy Toker
02:58
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Socks
05:34
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(Schwartz)
And all the time with yours and mine
His and hers, the old design
It was fun for a while but now it's not
And I don't think you know just what I got
When I got warm, they got cold
A disorderly sight not to behold
The wicked were with wondrous ways
But never taught me just how to play
With seconds to win and seconds to lose
I should always stay but sometimes move
These things I think are thoughts of a thief
But as corruption moves up it gets harder to prove
In the office chair I swivel and turn
Doing my work and starting to learn
Entries and exits from this maze
I'm counting down to the end of days
Why can't I seem to find my socks?
It really stinks, though it happens quite a lot
Where do they go when they're not on my feet?
Do they cry or do they sleep?
Do they die, ride away in a hearse
Or is it only this second verse?
I don't know but I'd like to find out
Do you think you could bring that about?
Listening to my stereo play
My lights turn off when I say
My computer screen is my only friend
But it's my enemy in the end
My brain is alive, my brain is dead
I think I heard just what they said
It doesn't matter, it's only the phone
And I work better when I'm on my own
I turn and wink and wink and turn
The promotion I get I didn't earn
My emotions escape and beat me down
They don't like it when they're around
My brain is alive, my brain is dead
I think I heard just what they said
Something something, it's only the phone
And I work better when I'm all alone
Why can't I seem to find my socks?
It really stinks, though it happens quite a lot
Where do they go when they're not on my feet?
Do they cry or do they sleep?
Do they die, ride away in a hearse
Or is it something much, much worse?
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3. |
Walk On By
03:46
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4. |
A Little Love
04:11
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5. |
Teacher School
04:35
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(Schwartz)
I'm trying to reach you, my friend
Don't you want these means to your ends?
Cause I see you float on and out
Don't you want to get turned around?
Cause I see this happen every damn day
I know what they think and I know what they say
“That I'm not worth nothing, I'm wrong every way
But that's who I am, and that's who I'll stay.”
Said that's not the right way to go
Trust me son cause I know
I'm the same as you
Just without all the blood and tattoos
Said “you don't know nothing about me and my friends
We got the streets while you got the pens.”
Don't talk like that or I'll send you away
Said that's where you'll go, and that's where you'll stay
Oh I'm tired
Tired of lies
And I cannot work
And they cannot win
So I'll sleep now
Sleep till the end
To pay my own bills
And let it begin
Again
I want the rains to come wash me away
Take up my roots but save what they save
I think it's important, though wrong every way
But that's who I am, and that's who I'll stay
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(Schwartz)
So this is our house on the corner of Maynard and Third
Don't look like much, and it ain't if you haven't heard
But this is where we live
I'm locked up in a room, though that lock don't really work
I'm tired, I said I'd fix it babe, but damn my head it hurts
From you all damn day
And every night there will be something to fight about
Of that you can be sure
And every time there will be something to cry about
Make you crawl back to my door
We could go through to make me hate you
If that's what you had in mind
Don't care about where you go, don't care about who you see
Don't care if you've got another man who’s got some strange disease
Cause you and I are through
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7. |
Nine to Five
02:55
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8. |
Roger Bentley
02:12
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(Schwartz)
Deep inside of his own dark secrets
That's where the devil found his gun
Now I don't think that he went down there looking
Least not for destruction
But we all find our own way
Roger Bentley is a man like any other
He sings a healthy baritone
He sings on Sundays and he sings to himself
But he needs something to call his own
How many Rogers do you know?
Well now, where could we find?
Hey man, tell me what you do
Tell me how you can
Babe won't you tell me your name
Now that we've been acquainted for some time
You've always been around the ground I stand upon
But I don't know a thing about your life
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9. |
Left Behind
05:42
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(Schwartz)
Looking in my rear view mirror
I can see the road
And the cars, and the people
Standing in the smoke
Some people say that I don't care
I will say to them
How right, but not fair
Brothers and others
Can carry on my name
But people, like sheep all
Walk and talk the same
So if you want to leave behind
Something that is worthwhile
Make your plans to take a stand
You carpenters and pedophiles
I roll down my powered window
To let in the wind
I'm cooling off and feeling great
But I can smell the sin
Some people say get up and help now
I will say to them
It's hard with my flatscreen turned up so loud
Brothers and others
Can carry on my name
But people, like sheep all
Walk and talk the same
So if you want to leave behind
Something that is worthwhile
Make your plans to take a stand
You bricklayers and audiophiles
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10. |
For Lullaby
02:21
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11. |
Whomping
00:43
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12. |
Ah, Adrienne
03:44
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(Gottlieb)
It was a long time ago when the earth was new and history was young
One man with a plan and only the sweater on his back was born
Willard was his name, music was his game, and he was destined for greatness
Who cares about that?
All that matters is the Weeping Willards are back
Well his hair is red and parents are dead
Not really, they're standing right there
He's the brains, he's the brawn, he's everything in one
He's Danny, Danny Abowd
He loves those Beatles
Well they were brothers throughout life, although not when they were born
They're JIsaac
They play trumpet, bass, guitar
But all they really want to do is play the drums
Maybe someday their siblings will marry And they'll become Brothers-in-law
With their powers combined they form the greatest band on the planet
Well by now you probably know who I'm talking about
Why yes, that's right
We're the Weeping Willards!
Oh yeah everyone cares
Look at us, yeah the Weeping Willards are here
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14. |
If I Woke Up One Day
02:38
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(Schwartz)
If I woke up one day and my skin just wouldn't tan
I'd say that that's just fine, I'll take my freckles any day
If I woke up one day and my two legs were different lengths
I'd say that that's all right cause it's just part of who I am
If I woke up one day and my wrist wouldn't stop to hurt
I'd teach myself to sing and tell myself that there's still music to be made
If I woke up one day and my eyes wouldn't start to work
I'd teach myself to listen to all the sounds
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(Schwartz)
I don't know what it is that I see
I don't know what it means to me
I don't know what it is that you know
I don't know if it matters
So I'm trying hard
I'm trying hard for you
I don't know what it do to me
I see a person but I don't see
I think it's weird but I guess it's neat
It makes me sit so uncomfortably
In my chair
My skin is tingling
No matter what we can never win
I think I'm wrong because I'm in
I like them all cause I love your skin
So there's no winning just where you've been
And I want to know
Just what it means to you
So I'm trying hard
And my skin is tingling
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The Weeping Willards bundle concise melodies, vintage tones and funky grooves with skillful songwriting. They love variety; imagine Duke Ellington crossing Abbey Road eating CAKE.
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