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Innocent Love
02:54
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I can’t hold on to anything
I can’t hold on to anything
And I realize that there is nothing
Stopping me
Innocent love, yeah
We’re all looking for some
But where are we gonna find our little love
Our little snuggle bug, where?
Are you gonna be standing there in the club
Next to the bar, waiting for your drink
And am I gonna sneak up and say “hello”
Or will you be on the dancing floor
Shaking it to the left and shaking it to the right
And will I get the courage tonight
Will I get the courage to speak to you
And the only thing holding me back right now
Are my insecurities
I wish this liquor was filling me with courage
That I cannot muster on my own
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Last Call
01:48
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These bar bands and empty mugs want the same thing tonight
All want some more love
Guess my heart is looking for the very same thing tonight
With this cigarette breath and unkempt hair my odds ain’t looking too fair
These pitchers splash into my hopeless glass
Could I buy another round for you
While our shoes stick to the floor our words stumble out the door
I can’t keep my eyes off of you
But the time for moves moved away since the last couple of shots
I can’t even stand to greet you
So how about another round for the paralyzed lovers
Who just can’t get off the ground
Try to sober up on with a tap of glass water
But you know that stuff will sure kill ya
With the last call on hold I’ll stroll singing pass your booth
We all want some more love
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Temperatures rise
Wanna nibble on some juicy thigh
Catch this hot summer
Watch homes smolder
Young pharaohs and horses
Dance at the bars till they closes
Lock jawed after parties
Where are all the naughties
Early morning comes again
Takes me back to the world again
And I don’t wanna ever stop
Trickling cold water
On blind smooth silky skin
It’s so surprising
It’s so appealing
Clementine skins cover the ground
Unopened letters keep piled around
Mosquito bites start humming
Wish they were speaking
Early morning comes again
Takes me back to the world again
And I don’t wanna ever stop
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4. |
Lonely Bunny
01:31
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She was a lonely bunny
Out in the open meadow
The past couple of days have been rainy
And there was no place left to go
So she hopped and hoped and hopped
Just hoping for another bunny
He didn’t have to be that handsome, no
It would help if he was bright and funny
And when she finally finds him
They’re gonna hop and hump and hop
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Drunken Bike Rides
00:54
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Creaky Wooden Floor
02:00
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I know we haven’t really talked
Sure we’ve conversed but we haven’t really said anything at all
There’s an elephant filling up this whole room
Could it be my feeling that are stifling the air
Wonder what you’d say
If I whispered in your ear
Told you you should stay
Or we could have a home anywhere
Our hands are stained from beets
We look just like purple monsters trying to takeover this kitchen
Lost looks in dirty dining ware
The sink is flooding over with dishes and it smells just like bad breath
Wonder what you’d do
If I just kissed your cheek
Told you my love is true
And I am not just another wooden floor creak
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Funny Bone
01:10
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Where’s you funny bone
Is it comatose sleeping alone
Give it a little drink and watch it spring to life
Do a little funny dance
Take another risky chance
Cuz in the end it’s just regrets of the haves and have nots
Wonder what could have been
Would you wanna try again
Lessons learned with a little bit of heartbreak
Even after all the lies I’ve lied
Still got a bit of hope inside
Beginning again is hard but we’re all gonna do just fine
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8. |
Go To War
00:50
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Snapping rubber bands on naked wrists
While doing cartwheels in angry neighbors’ yards
Pour another glass of lemonade
Because today we finally go to war with the setting sun
Sick of jump rope and vodka shots at 3AM
Look slim with this soaking underwear
Monster dump hotcakes on this ferris wheels
Like galleries full of useless bodies without any movement
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9. |
Summer Love Affairs
02:52
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Penetrating ear canals with dirty fingertips
Loosing our way in stained bed sheets
Collecting photographs of past love affairs
Sharing our tales of lovers will never meet
Dancing on dewy grass with drunken memories
Wailing into the early morn after loosing friends
Could never keep up with distant pen pals
Sometimes I guess some relationships just end
Won’t you spill your guts on me
Tell me what you really want to be
Sell off the farm and the factory
Run away and fall in love with me
Did time just murder everything we once had
Trying to sop up the blood and save it in glass jars
But now there’s shattered glass in my bare skin
Trying to sop up what’s left in lonely bars
Silver cars rusting away in open grass lots
And these dogs are anxious to go on long walks
There are gardens that need tending so wake up now
If there wasn’t so much life I’d still be in shock
Don’t worry it’s gonna be alright
I got a place to keep us warm at night
Put down the knife we don’t have to fight
We can make love till morning’s light
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Organ Song
01:13
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11. |
Harmony
02:44
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Somewhere deep down in basements of sinking apartment building
Lay countless unused paint cans full of expired paints and poisons
Waiting for drunken romantics to make hysteric scenes with
Waiting to be touched and used to surface even for just one night
Wet pavement streets and washed out towns were never good places for soccer games
Rusty truck beds seductively inviting the sick and lonely for a night’s rest
Morning comes punching in with a roar familiar of an auctioneer
Morning steps of salty toes and unwashed dinner plans regurgitate onto a near by floor bed
Distant pans of shutters and whispers trip through cracks of sidewalks
While the wind still moves your hair until it wraps around your face
Dancing pollen floats down like snow onto earthly surfaces once bare
Dancing vibrations gather round car alarms and hum in harmony
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12. |
Applesauce
01:26
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Applesauce binging
Cuz it’s the season
Couch cushion findings
Dried up ole raisins
Feel this summer heat
Through this foggy glass
Hydrate withered souls
With condensation
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13. |
Modern Day Caveman
02:46
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Time is so old
It carries great weight
Unimaginable distance and space
We are so young
Naive but jaded
Driven away from things we use to be
But our time is now
Before we die
Living like modern day cavemen in a space
Hooked up and connected
Updating sound waves
Listen to our drive kick into neutral
Perverted madness
Disposable dishes
Paid advertisement
Dependable riches
Voyeuristic neighbors
Unstoppable plans
Grinning pollution
This love is dead
I believe in a spaceman
Way out in space there is something
Something that is making plans
Plans for me plans for you
I want to know these plans
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Love Counselor
02:10
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Most likely, this summer love just fades in and fades away
But like me, I want it to cement itself so that it is safely secure
Not wavering, fluttering like these dragonflies in this twilight
Still sleeping, curled up forever next to me with bed bug bites
All I need is a love counselor
Cuz I got so much love to give, it’s overwhelming
And I got so much more left to live, it’s astounding
But likely, these two things turned into ghosts of campfires
But not me, busted these ghosts through suds and buddies
Lost language, still nervous in the knees but who’s checking
Got baggage, keeping in toe but not for too much longer
All I need is a love counselor
Cuz I got so much love to give, it’s overwhelming
And I got so much more left to live, it’s astounding
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15. |
Karma Headache
05:27
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Speaking of mastodons
For right or for wrong
We will never know the truth
Applying for any sort of work
From trash man to desk clerk
Anything that ends with a paycheck
And I’ve checked my own skin
I think I have cancer yet again
Just when I don’t even have any money
And I have a room full dirty laundry
Because you know I got this headache
I’ve got this headache that won’t give me no rest
I got this headache that just pounds and pounds and pounds
Ever since I’ve started drinking
And sure the drink is good the drink is fine
I feel mighty good and might fine
But even I’ll admit there have been some times
The drink turned me into a monster
Just like the moon turns me into a werewolf
This drink turns me into a cannonball
And then karma, sweet karma
Then karma turns my morning into a headache
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Adrian Aardvark Plattsburgh, New York
Adirondack mountain electric freak folk
email:
adrianaardvark@gmail.com
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