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Somethin’ ‘bout the sparkle in her eye that I tried to spy
When she walked by, I’ve just got to say
That I had to get closer, I’ve got amoreliebephilia
I fall in love a little bit with someone every day
Another girl with voice so sweet that I had to meet
When we shared the street I said, “Hello,” she said, “Hey…”
It made my heart leap, I’ve got amoreliebephilia
I fall in love a little bit with someone every day
And I remember falling in love with you, too.
I can’t explain why all these people make me feel like you do
Somethin’ ‘bout the curve of her chin that drew me in
Somethin’ ‘bout the grin when she turned my way
That I just had to smile back, I’ve got amoreliebephilia
I fall in love a little bit with someone everyday
And I remember falling in love with you, too.
I can’t explain why all these people make me feel like you do
That sparkle in her eyes, that was you, and that sweet voice, too,
And that grin she threw, you all the way
I guess I see you everywhere, I’ve got amoreliebephilia
I fall in love a little bit with someone everyday
I’ve got amoreliebephilia
I fall in love with you a little bit more every day
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Zoe Gray - Lullaburbia
04:22
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the streets all look the same they’re lit with cotton candy sunsets
and who’s the one to blame that all the kids smoke cigarettes
and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a dangerous game
and oh-me, oh-my, i guess it’s all the same
i like the way the trees look just like skeletons in winter
they hollow in the breeze caress the air and leave it splintered
and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a heavenly fall
and oh-me, oh-my, you’re left with nothing at all
lullaburbia
where you sleep with your eyes open just to feel awake
lullaburbia
where you sleep with your eyes open just to get a break
lullaburbia
where the kids run wild away from your mistakes
lullaburbia
where you sleep through your life and you take, take, take
the diner tastes so good but something’s rotten in the store room
you look so pretty dear but something’s dark behind the costume
and, oh-me, oh-my, we’ve been here for so long
and oh-me, oh-my, can’t you tell something’s wrong
i like the way the teenage heartaches seem to linger
i like the way that midnight wraps you round her little finger
and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a heavenly scheme
and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a dangerous dream
lullaburbia
where you sleep with your eyes open just to feel awake
lullaburbia
where you sleep with your eyes open just to get a break
lullaburbia
where the kids run wild away from your mistakes
lullaburbia
where you sleep through your life and you take, take, take
i like the way it’s so familiar and at once so strange
i like the eerie way these streets just never seem to change
and oh-me, oh-my, it’s a heavenly shape
and oh-me, oh-my, i just want to escape
lullaburbia
where you sleep with your eyes open just to feel awake
lullaburbia
where you sleep with your eyes open just to get a break
lullaburbia
where the kids run wild away from your mistakes
lullaburbia
where you sleep through your life and you take, take, take
lullaburbia
lullaburbia
lullaburbia
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Mareno - when the captain's clock strikes Three, oh.
And there's no where left to drink, oh...
but a deep and dark marine casino...
that's a feeling called mareno.
There's a seedy side of sailing, take your seven sins across the seven seas.
That cruise ship siren's wailing, "The devil's satisfaction's guaranteed".
In the devil's house, the first chip's always free.
They're closing down the pool bar - there's a pitch black gale a howlin' from the east.
Your conscience is a dying north star - flickering with every whiskey neat.
The girl on your mind's just seventeen.
The buffet's just a ghost town - grape stem tumbleweeds are rollin' deep.
The soft-serve machine sounds like gnashing teeth. There's a melted chocolate puddle underneath.
That dark and twisted shape begins to creep.
The full moon finds you alone. The ship creaks and moan like an old foreclosed home.
You find a gold and crimson stairwell - 6 flights of 6 steps a piece.
Each banister's a 6 foot sword and sheath that cuts you down to the belly of the beast.
Now, there be a deep morose shade of blue what cannot be felt by the soul of a land-locked dirt-dweller.
Ye, though, out where the fathoms know no bounds...
on the business end of a shallow rum and jagged rocks...
Abandon all dignity, ye who enter here...
for this... be mareno!
The dealer laps a forked tongue and draws you to his russian roulette wheel.
He grins a greasy grin, he loads the pill of sin, and he pulls the trigger of a windy spin.
His eyes spark like neon, says "the house always wins".
It felt just like dyin' as the liquor found your spleen...
like the sound of your mother cryin'... you bet it all on red 17...
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Sunrise slowly slakes the sleep
Dawn may soon be breaking
Drowning dreaming in water deep
Naught for Neptune; waking
Laying languid lost in thought
Adrift inside my bedroom
Did I dream this, or am I awake?
A moment of mazoom
Sweet Sleep, come to me
Lay down in this lagoon
Day blues, a ruse to run from
An ineffable moment of mazoom
Mazoom is where I lie in bed
Unsure of where I am
I wish I didn't have to wake
But I can't stay, I've got to scram
Lost in lazy reverie
Before the dawn of daybreak
Some dimensions we can't see
Feeling of mazoom
Sweet Sleep, come to me
Lay down in this lagoon
Day blues, a ruse to run from
An ineffable moment of mazoom
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The feeling when you're singing to an empty room
interrupting dinner with your chords
gentlemen, could you please turn it down?
The feeling when you play a song for your true love
and she says that this one's really good
but talks over the best part, the complicated bridge
Nojrelias, we'll keep on trying
50's the new 40 I've heard
Nojrelias, it's not science
Not everyone was built to please a crowd.
The feeling of a perfect tune on your guitar
Recording your idea to a click
When you try to sing some words to finish it
You realize you've written "Yesterday" again
Nojrelias, we'll keep on trying
50's the new 40 I've heard
Nojrelias, it's not science
Not everyone was built to please a crowd.
Nojrelias!
Nojrelias!
Yeah!
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Who asks for more, ye strong and proud? Who seeks to hedge against all odds,
And shrink amidst a growing crowd as we sit dining with the gods?
If in honour to delight be a sin then let me sin.
Seize a life, take a bite, and feel the juices stain your chin.
Let idle men be covetous whiles any speaks that fought with us
On St. Wendigo’s Day, a battle cry so chantable.
On St. Wendigo’s Day, let none of us be known as “cann’tibal”,
Because we can.
Anticipate the flowing nectar of our names in voices awed:
Gollum, Grendel, Bateman, Lechter, Mrs. Lovett, Sweeney Todd.
In seasons hence he will recall who stands with this fraternal band
What feats he did and claims withal to which he hath affixed his brand.
Then will he prove his spoils aheaped and thus proclaim “These cuts I reaped
“On St. Wendigo’s Day, the day our flag stands plantable."
On St. Wendigo’s Day, let none of us be known as “cann’tibal”,
Because we can.
[Instrumental Break]
On St. Wendigo’s Day, hematic wine decantable.
On St. Wendigo’s Day, let none of us be known as “cann’tibal”,
On St. Wendigo’s Day, all heaven’s favors grantable.
On St. Wendigo’s Day, let none of us be known as “cann’tibal”,
Because we can.
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It seems my will has been broken
You succeeded in wearing me down
The dream that I thought we'd be living
Has slowly been turned inside out
Becoming my wrenchion di gnausque
I try in vain to remember
When your lips were as warm as your heart
The song in your voice, now a dissonant noise
That is tearing my wrenchion apart
I was destined di gnausque from the start
Wrenchion di gnausque
Every day
Wrenchion di gnausque
And I pray to the heavens
That the stress is just a temporary thing
And someday, I will see a peaceful wrenchion once again
As I pour another drink
Wrenchion di gnausque
I can hear the sound of your breathing
But your body is facing the wall
You flinch when I touch your shoulder
And the darkness di gnausque soon befalls
Can I salvage this wrenchion at all?
Wrenchion di gnausque
Every day
Wrenchion di gnausque
And I pray to the heavens
That your words are just a temporary phase
And the days will be free
From all your concentrated hate
But you just won't go away
Wrenchion di gnausque
I find the words to confront you
You admit that you're working things out
We kiss and we laugh like we did in the past
And the evening assuages my doubts
But the next day is wrenchion di gnausque
And I pray to the heavens
That the stress is just a temporary thing
And someday, I will see a peaceful wrenchion once again
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Kyleen Downes - Pondle
02:32
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Pondle
Verse 1
C F
When the lights go dim I go out a pondling
Eb Bb C
Engaging in some head talk, shuffling down the sidewalk
C F
You can’t really see when your heads going, you’ve pondled before but nothing to show for it
Eb Bb C
Yet this sunset, is calling your name
Pre Chorus
Am G F
When you have nowhere to be
Am G F
Why don’t you go out and think
Am G F
There is peace in its simplicity
Am G
Maybe not having is the…
Chorus
C F Bb G
Key to change what your life needs
C F
Ambiguous as it seems
Bb G C
There’s no searching for its meaning in you.
Verse 2
C F
When I just sit it doesn’t quite capture the mood of the thoughts
It’s not the same rapture as
Eb Bb C
When I pondle along down the road
C
There’s nothing to gain but there’s nothing to lose
F
You pondle because it’s something to do
Eb Bb
Any more than that and you’ve lost the concept.
Pre chorus
Chorus (2xs)
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Army Defense - Splyng
02:05
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Pick up your shovels
gear your screw shoes
were shipping up tonight
blast to the moons
will dig for the state
no space for doubt
the mines of kron
need hollowing out
what can calm the belly
what can calm the mind
only a glass of pure filtered splyng
from the craters where i swam as a child
Scoops to the green sand
of krons asteroid
booglets and birtlys
pulled from the inside
payman gives bones
so I can afford
A bottle of splyng
from the company store
Sweet dreams await
after one mighty sip
splying on the tongue
now splying on my lips
splyng to my belly
by way of my throat
now splyng through my body
splyng head to toe
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Ek'ke'zala, ek'ke'zala
I was stumbling, stumbling in time
To the heartbeat of unseen machinery
I was fumbling with sparking, live lines
Waiting for speech to return to me
The way you crackle in my ears
It’s tugging at my fears
Neither of us have ever been
So far from home
Ek'ke'zala
I was crumbling, or wishing I could
Willed catastrophe to break this trajectory
Truth disappearing into a sea of words
Shifting, tense, nothing left to perceive
I can’t read your voice
Should it sing, lament, rejoice
Ek'ke zala, ek'ke zala
Solne kala ek’ke re’sa paal
Naf’ke wae paal
Naf’ke wae paal
Star strewn sea without a map
Asleep for weeks with no corrections
Something reaches for out for me
But I don’t know from which direction
Could you be no different than me
Desperate words for currency
Broken lost alone and adrift
Ek'ke zala, ek'ke zala
Solne kala ek’ke re’sa paal
Naf’ke wae paal
Naf’ke wae paal
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Young dumb and wanting
Flight from the unknown
Can it be so easy to
Forget these things I once Thought I knew?
When I realize
I'm the orphan
Looking for a home
I can't help but wonder,
Am I yurtinflorfum?
Run from something
Lurking in your heart.
Will I keep repeating lies,
misleading rhymes to get to your room?
When I look into your eyes
It's a cold bright
Future that I've known
And I can't help but wonder,
Am I yurtinflorfum?
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Jenny sits down at her desk to get some work done
But her body has urgles, so she eats some ice cream
But she’s still in some pain, so she goes to the doctor
And the doctor tells her they must replace her spleen
The doc says the mechanical versions will run just fine
But Jenny objects, and she sits and whines:
Delbajifrasticderigibalistic
That’s how I feel / That’s what I mean
Delbajifrasticderigibalistic
That's just how I’d feel if you removed my spleen
Now there goes Jenny walking on down the streets
Her stomach has grumbles, reminds her to eat
She looks at her map, and finds a small restaurant
Can’t wait for the bagel she so dearly wants
She’s reading directions to find her way around
Turn left, then straight, as she goes far westbound
T he buildings are tall, her GPS confusing it
The way she must got, she thinks that she’s losing it
Delbajifrasticderigibalistic
Don’t know which way I should go on this street
Delbajifrasticderigibalistic
I just want a bagel and to sip some tea
Delbajifrasticderigibalistic
I’m so confused that I must be
Delbajifrasticderigibalistic
I just want a bagel and to sip some tea
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oblagetauta agmepulot
Without human can Earth survive?
We are made from the same star stuff.
We are one with each other and one with the Earth.
When we disrespect each other and disrespect our mother we always end up hurting the ONE that is US.
oblagetauta agmepulot
Without human can Earth survive?
With a world made for living and breathing we are all alone together on this tiny, little speck of dust.
Can we learn that endless growth is unsustainable?
Can we heal our fractured Gaia and heal the ONE that is US?
The water’s rising quickly and there’s no life boat in sight…
oblagetauta agmepulot
Without human can Earth survive?
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D Gm Bm Dbdim
you’re such a sad thing
sewn together from my fears
made of angry love
and lonely as the night
desperate and unnatural
the wake of my failures
born out of pain
no one spoke to you for days
chorus: F#m Eb D G
can you love her, can you feed her
our little hatebaby
can you teach her, can you reach her
our tiny hatebaby
can you show her the affection
she never would have known
can you love her, will you teach her
you’re not like other children
skulking in the shadows
I never heard your laughter
I’ve never seen you run
something about your strangeness
pulls at my heart
I hate to hear you cry
you should never have to hide
BRIDGE: Bm D F#m G
you left us
I did the best I could
she’s such a sad thing, but
this child is yours and mine
such a sad thing (this child is yours and mine)
such a sad thing (this child is yours and mine)
such a sad thing (this child is yours and mine)
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Don Martin came from parts unknown
Well, okay, Paterson
With twisted mind and pen in hand
He got to wreaking fun
Rikkity tikkity rappa tap tap
ringaling rip slice shinkle hak
rumble roar faglork swoosh
klik klak grak thak klik vroom spoosh
Don Martin was a loyal man
He never was a cad
But the William Gaines flat rate
Was enough to drive him mad
Fwipida dipida ging gang thwat
Glit glort bleeble durp Mamp spwat tok
Fip fop fiddit fap flif flaf flizaff
Flisk glurk ga-shklurtz foon foinsapp
Shif-shaf shabamp mamp
Shompah bompah dimpah mimpah
Fomp dabomp!
Gadiff-gadiff, gadaff gadaff
Gasmitch gasmatch kaboff
Fapadda dappadda swippada dippada
Fap Smap Gamop
Don Martin was a genius
Far above the usual hack
So why the hell did he work for
A cheesy rag like Cracked?
Plop phelop plam plam poing geen geen
Patwang fwee, pfft-frack! Pop-sproing ging
Shkloort Thurch, bilmp Poing thuk!
Gurn gurn gurn gurn gurn kadoonk!
SPOKEN: Pittween splatch thork bloof thlik glitch glutch pittwoon plaf ploof splitch thuk thap ploop
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ignorance is bliss C
can you believe this Em
trust is overrated Ddim (borrowed chord)
populism inflated Dm7
don’t care about reality C
don’t care about the facts Em
in this post-truth world Ddim (borrowed chord*)
believe all the hacks G
the Ignorists E Bm7
the Ignorists
believe what you want to believe
if you want to be deceived
frame reality your way
experts don't have a say
the Ignorists
the Ignorists
empty vessels make the loudest noise F Dm
they should talk less and listen more Am
don’t believe everything you read Gdim (borrowed chord**) C
common sense is not so common indeed Ddim G
the Ignorists
(they rule the world now)
the Ignorists
(they rule the world now)
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Tweedle dee tweedle dum
Arguing they both know that they won
CNN and Fox News
Televice gave contradicting views
Never heard, never cared
What the other person said from their armchair
Watch the screen and stop your brain
Televice can fill your empty space
Televice can tell you what to purchase when you’re lonely
Televice can tell you how to feel
Televice can tell you why the cool kids always gloated
Televice can tell you who to be
Who to be
Little Johnny went to school
Acting tough but his heart was bruised
Had to show he’s always right
Televice hides weakness with a fight
Parents told him its ok
Show your feelings the world is safe
Wrote a poem for his class
Televice was right cause they all laughed
Televice can tell you what to purchase when you’re lonely
Televice can tell you how to feel
Televice can tell you why the cool kids always gloated
Televice can tell you who to be
Who to be
Who to be
Who to be
Who to be
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verse: B Abm F# F Db
that cat keeps staring
is she looking at me
or at something hovering
over my shoulder
is that the dying of the day
or is the dawn coming on
are my feet still on the ground
is my head turning around
your cold skin as you lie next to me
are you breathing? do you hear me?
there’s a shadow in the room
but no source of light
I try to talk but bird sounds come out
cats cry out in the night
they all say my name
if I look at you, will you be the same
CHORUS 1: Ebm Bb
dissomnience
dissomnience
dissomnience
CHORUS 2:
Fdim F
I don’t know what I don’t know
I can’t tell if you are real
I can’t feel what I don’t feel
dissomnience
dissomnience
dissomnience
I’m choking on nothingness
what’s that, over there
did you see that? do you hear that?
I don’t know when the last time
I went outside without being afraid
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I hear you staring at me
I feel you seeing me
I’m gonna break if you touch me
I don’t know where I am
or what I wanted to do
am I real? can you touch me?
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Spintown Middletown, Ohio
I used to run a songwriting contest called SpinTunes. Most of the material hosted on this account is a result of that contest. The rest is mostly Minecraft related songs.
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