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Tightrope
03:26
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Tightrope:
(G). Come on up here on the tightrope,
there's room enough for two.
And if you're feeling kind of (D) dizzy,
I'll lend a hand to steady (G) you.
When you wake up underwater,
And think you're alone down there.
Don't forget that we're together,
And soon we'll come up for air.
(G) Climb aboard, we'll see the (C) world,
(C) Don't need an ocean (Em) view, and if you feel
A little (D) seasick, (C) I've got a (D) lifeboat for (G) two.
Break em7#5 then Em11.
So few can celebrate the big wins,
But that's the easy thing to do.
miracles happen everyday,
It's little victories for me & you.
G). Come on up here on the tightrope,
there's room enough for two.
And if you're feeling kind of (C) dizzy,
I'll lend a hand to steady (G) you.
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Snowden
04:45
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snow is falling,
gently and without sound.
all is peaceful,
i cannot see the ground.
i turn my head
but no one is around.
there i lay down
the snow creates a mound.
the cold takes me,
i fall into a trance.
i cannot think,
darkness fills the expanse.
life seems empty,
never gave it a chance.
i lay entombed,
unable to advance.
the sun appears
its light warming my face
the thaw is slow
but love is not a race
i stand again
i'm free to leave this place
i feel alive
no longer a disgrace.
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Lizzie Didn't Do It
03:25
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Lizzie Didn’t Do It
12 angry men figured it out, 90 minutes not a reasonable doubt
before things get carried away, let the girl have her say
she didn’t do it, no no she didn’t do it.
Set free by the jury, found guilty by the free
Lizzie left all her money, to the animal league,
it sells papers, no no she didn’t do it.
Chorus:
Lizzie didn’t do it, they couldn’t get the girl to confess
you know she didn’t do it, an axe leaves a terrible mess
Lizzie didn’t do it, cause they never even found her dress.
It’s happened before, it’s happening again
after her day in court, the real trial began
she didn’t do it, no no she didn’t do it.
Fall River’s always had a way, of pulling you in
Blood, regrets and rumors, the papers say
she didn’t do it, no no she didn’t do it.
Chorus:
Lizzie didn’t do it, cause they never even found her dress
you know she didn’t do it, cause one spot is never a mess
Lizzie didn’t do it, cause they never even found her dress.
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4. |
Last Call
02:13
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5. |
Edison's Medicine
03:36
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G G#
I WAS DOWN AND I NEEDED A FIX
FORGET ABOUT YOU AND ALL YOUR TRICKS
I WAS LONELY AND I NEEDED A SHOVE
SENT ME OVER THE EDGE
FIGHTING FOR YOUR LOVE
FOR YOUR LOVE (X2)
G G#
IF I FRY MY MIND, WILL IT MAKE ME SURE
THAT 200 VOLTS IS A MIRACLE CURE
TROUBLES ARISE, THAT I CAN SEE
CAN I BE WHAT YOU WANT AND STILL BE ME
STILL BE ME (X2)
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7. |
Sandals On S. Truman
06:56
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The pussy trail was colder than a dead pimp's heart when I finally
decided to throw caution to the wind and head for my last resort, my
lonely port in the storm. I walked up the rain-slicked street, the
four story dump getting bigger and bigger, like a mother ready to
throw me over her knee and spank me. I kept on walking up Truman
anyway.
The Long T ran along the big river and the wind blew a smell like a
whorehouse at 5am in my face. Had it really come down to this? It
thundered and the rain came down in buckets. I took refuge in a
darkened doorway and lit a cigarette, my last one. As I smoked, I
thought about what I was going to have to do.
All of my old stomping grounds had come up dry. The bank turned me
away like a congressman would a homeless person. They already knew my
four ex-wives had all my money. Four women, each one colder than the
last, like the innermost layers of Dante's hell.
The beauty parlor was also a bust. It used to be women with names
like Blanche and Florence would haul my ashes whenever I wanted. Now
I'm decades older, and worse yet, so are they. There will be plenty
of time to plow women my own age when I'm dead.
The numbers across the street got higher and higher. 219, 223, 227. I
felt a rock in the pit of my stomach and my feet felt like lead. At
least part of my body had some sense. My heart was beating faster and
I couldn't tell if it was fear or the beginning stages of a heart
attack.
I stopped across the street from the flophouse apartment buildling,
trying to summon the will to go on. I thought about waiting for the
rain to dissolve the apartment building one molecule at a time but
decided to cross the street instead.
I wiped my feet on the greasy doormat and thought about praying. No
good. The churches wouldn't have me either. I fumbled into my pocket
for the key I swiped, unlocked the door, and went inside.
The lobby was empty. This far north on Truman, no landlord could
afford to keep a doorman and couldn’t trust anyone who would take the
job. The once white tile floor was stained from years of use and
neglect, many tiles brown around the edges like the roots of a rotten
tooth. I found the elevator but the Out of Order sign was so old it
had yellowed. I opted for the stairs instead.
The stairwell was narrow and smelled like piss. It was dimly lit and I
felt like I was climbing the steps to a gallows. The carpet on the
stairs was threadbare and probably older than me. The stairs
themselves bowed in the middle from decades of use. I was panting by
the time I reached the second floor landing.
Once I was sure could talk without embarrassing myself, I walked down
the labyrinthine hallway.
The hallway smelled of mildew and boiled cabbage. Paint was peeling
from the walls and I could hear a baby crying from behind one of the
doors. A rat brazenly crossed the hallway as I reached 2F.
I brushed aside grime and paint flakes and pressed my ear against the
door. The radio was on, playing something with a lot of brass and
percussion, but I could still hear someone talking. I took a few
moments to get into character and knocked on the door. I waited and
rehearsed what I was going to say. When no one appeared, I knocked
again, harder, jarring loose dust and flakes of paint.
The door creaked open and a shrivelled shrew of a woman stuck her head
into the hallway.
"What the hell are you knocking for, Harold. You fucking live here!"
I hung my head and followed her inside.
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Voodoo Planet De Soto, Missouri
Rock from DeSoto, MO USA started in 2010.
John - Guitar, Vocals
Ed - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
Adrienne - Keyboards, Vocals
Pat - Drums, Vocals.
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