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The Weakling
(c) 2007 Sid Music (BMI)
In the weary winter
On the coldest street
From the weakling fingers
To the wildest meat
Would you say "I love you" to the thin blue air
Or descend a mountain like a hungry bear?
In the chill of every morning it keeps you warm
And if you pull on the side of the melody, it keeps its form
And I cling, cling to the ceiling
From the icest ice cream
With the smoothest spoon
I devour sweetness
By the light of the moon
With the thinnest arms I still can hold you up
In the wee hours I take from the fullest cup
With the willest will I try to tell you so
But there's nothing I can do if you already know
I could descend a mountain like a hungry bear
But the weakling's closer to the lion's share
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Closer 2010 Stephanie Morgan (BMI)
I - you - I go closer
You come closer
We grow closer
Steam trains and other mad things float around the spaces in my bones, yeah, in my bones (just like they own the place), and it's the little things that make them hum and make them blow their horns - it's the little things, like the way you sing, or the way you shut me down - 'cause I like it when you like to rev them up by calling me out on the little things - it's a mean thing that I swallow like water (oh, I know, I said I wouldn't, but, oh well - say it again - I'm a-blow - I'm a big train).
Everybody wants to start something
But no one's up for finishing
Everyone wants to eat some bread
But no one's up for baking it
Everyone's tryin' to grow, grow
Everyone's tryin' to grow, grow
Everyone's tryin' to grow, grow
But everyone's got to go slow
With a baby
With a baby
With a mountain
With a mountain
I - you - I go closer
You come closer
We grow closer
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Feel the beat, feel the beat (unh!)
Feel the beat, feel the beat (unh!)
Got a feeling I might say "shorty" before the end of this song
Then I might go
I'll send a postcard
'bout the events that you can see beyond your front yard
Oh, it's cinematic
I saw it thru the peephole
Someday I'll find out what it's all about, oh
It's cinematic
I saw it thru the peephole
You can rely upon it
Something in my eye
Saw it thru the peephole
You tell me wait
I can't blame you
I lost somebody to the theater (yeah, me too)
You tell me wait
I can't blame you
I got to give it a go
so tell me, what can i do?
Well you can talk, talk, talk
But you got to walk, walk
If you wanna get your dibs where the cinematic lives
You can talk, talk, talk
But you got to walk, walk
If you wanna get your dibs where the cinematic lives
Yellow Yellow
Brick road
Got to put aside this heavy load
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Not my lyrics. They're Norman Gimbel's.
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doggy song (c) 2010 stephanie morgan (bmi)
once I got into my slumber i saw something running and i began chasing it you know it's funny how only when dreaming you get to do anything you can do anything
i am an old boy i am ninety eight in the people years old boy but still i'm a baby i'm a constitution without a preamble i got all these rules that my body must follow
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House of Many Colors (c) 2010 Jar-e and Stephanie Morgan (BMI)
If you never go then you will never know
If you never know then you will never grow
I would make a bad poet
I could never lie
But it's not the same on the inside
Smokescreens and pipe dreams
Blanket my mindscreams
Building a house of many colors
Oh, but sweating on the inside
When house becomes a tower
Oh
You lean a little on the clues and a little bit of fact
Little hint of this and the brutal truth of that
You simmer it together like a ratatouiile stew
Save a dance for me and I'm beholden to you
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Alternate and/or demo recordings.