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Loose Screw
03:05
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I was walking out the door. The rain was falling. Down it poured.
I was seeing the color red. Standing upside down, the blood rushed to my head.
I was tying up a noose. My life was taken and I had no good excuse.
The taxi driver asked me, “Sir what’s the use?”
I looked him in the eye, he knew a screw was loose.
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The Little Man
05:08
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I thought all day, I thought it good. I thought a lot like Robin Hood.
I thought the way I thought I should about the Little Man.
I thought it strange birds could not fly. On that day they just dropped out of the sky.
I thought I came that day to cry about the Little Man.
He dug his grave atop a hill shaped like a skull that’s standing still.
He drank his beer; swallowed the pill that killed the Little Man.
Now here I stand. I stand to fall. Some might think that this isn’t good at all.
But I’ll admit I never felt so tall about the Little Man.
I stand for you and I stand for me. I stand for friends and I stand for enemies.
I stand right here and here I stand for the Little Man.
He dug his grave atop this hill shaped like a skull that’s standing still.
I’ll drink his beer; swallow the pill that killed the Little Man.
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Registered Vampire
03:28
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Sometimes I feel like I’m not alive. Unless I stay up all night/watch the sunrise.
Sometimes I feel like a piece of shit. You could stick a fork in and wiggle it around.
File me under, file me under, file me under “Vampire”.
File me under, file me under, file me under “Vampire”.
Sometimes I feel like a garden gnome. Sit alone and watch the unknown.
Sometimes I feel like a two-fanged freak. Nibble your neck and watch the blood leak.
File me under, file me under, file me under “Vampire”.
File me under, file me under, file me under “Vampire”.
There’s no place left to hide unless you’re looking for the other side.
There’s no place left for me. All I’ve got is my head trophies.
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Ghost Stories
05:38
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Some piece of nostalgia withers away.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
Some piece of my memory withers away.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
Some piece of my heart withers away.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
Some piece of my soul withers away.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
Some piece of my past withers away.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
Some piece of my future withers away.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
You’re telling me ghost stories.
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Spittoon
04:45
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Pin Missle
03:00
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It’s not that hard to live a life. But it’s pretty simple to die.
It’s not that hard to grab a knife. But it’s so easy to lie to yourself.
Sweet Pin Missle! Bring your zeppelin down.
Sweet Pin Missle! Hang up your thickest frown.
It’s not so hard to really try. But it’s too easy to give up.
It’s not so hard to say goodbye. But I just keep waking up.
Sweet Pin Missle! Bring your zeppelin down.
Sweet Pin Missle! Hang up your thickest frown.
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Restaurnaut Corona, California
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"His music is playful and simple, but most importantly
portable - ukelele strums, glockenspiel plunks, kiddie-Casio key strokes, flutes toots, and small cymbals make up the core pallet of sounds, all of it contributing to the miniature, hand-held feel of the tape."
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