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Bangled elephant
Flying through the sideshow
No one's watching him
I guess he's on his own now
I’m walking
Listening
Hummin’
And I’m wheezing
Crying
Slippin and Slidin’
Crazy little man
With his big shoes barking
Tattooed human fly
Winks in my direction
I’m walking
And I’m looking
And I’m listening
And I’m humming
And I’m waking
And walkin’
Waiting
When the ringmaster calls me
I have to tell him no
I love to watch and listen
But I'm not in your show
Living in the wild
Free Like Jumbo
I don’t mind
Living in the jungle
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Who Am I?
03:36
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Who am I?
You ask me who am I?
Who am I?
Don’t ask me who am I?
I'm your hand on your belly
Cells dividing in the jelly
I'm the alpha the omega
On a photon all the way from Vega
Who am I?
I ask you who am I?
I'm the birds in the trees
Lookin down at me I'm Columbus on his knees
Crying at the gates of hell
I am all that he can smell
Who am I?
I'm the mountains in the distance
Here at your throat I'm death's insistence
I'm your glassy clouded eyes
Looking through the book of lies
I am you, you are me
I'm in prison, you are free
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3. |
My Soul Is Hurtin'
04:27
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Humdi
06:55
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Lift your paw your master says sit
Rollin over you have to shit
You grab your leash and wag your tail
And out the door you sniff the street your
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Sniffin’ a land mine
Every night the jokes cut deeper
Shake your fist at the world to close to death to sleep
You can't eat and now you can’t lift a leg but your
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Sniffin’ a land mine
If you open up the world like a can you see the angels shop while the alpha males try to understand
How the other nine tenths live
Ronald Reagan had a vision and I’m
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Carryin a time bomb
Gettin from the devil what God wouldn’t give me
Brings to mind the time my mom was sure that I
Didn’t have it in me
Now my blanket is in tatters and I’m
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Sniffin a time bomb
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Carryin a time bomb
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6. |
Jigaby Argabo
05:52
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I came upon a child of god he was walking
Along the road and I asked him where are you going
And he told me
He told me
The child of God I came upon he was walking
He was walking
Along the road and I asked him where are you going
And he told me
To God I swore I’d fight his war
In again out again down again up you and you
Jigabe Argabo
Gigajaby Ahjio, ah ah
10,000 miles away I sit and I watch him
Wonderin’ if his Father he forgot him
And he told me
He told me
The children of god I came upon they were walking
They were walking
Off to war and I asked them why are they going
And they told me
When we were born God was gone
In again out again down again up you and you
Jigabe Argabo
Gigajaby Ahjio, ah ah
Can you feel the thinking in your head you
Wonder if your children will forget you
When you use the bomb used once in a lifetime
Even if they’ll forgive you
The reason it was used will they forget too?
Jigaby Argabo
Gigajaby Ahjio, ah ah
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
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Well I found me a train
With a heart in the middle
Told her my plan
She asked me a riddle
My mind was a blob
Said I’m not into trucks
She said no prob
I just had lunch and I guess you’re wonderin' how
I still got all my teeth
I went to the super center
Just to get me some honey
They wouldn’t check me out
'Cause I had no money
So I Went to the bank
And I asked for a penny
They opened the drawer
And they didn’t have any and I guess you’re wonderin’ how
I still got all my teeth
Who’ll Do the Bus Stop Laugh?
Next stop we’ll be gettin off
Went to the Hagen Daz
Everybody on the ground
Pantyhose head standin there
Broken cones all around
The man on the chair
With an Uzy in his hand
I said what’s goin on here He said I don’t understand
You still got all my teeth?
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Cherish Them
04:13
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The invisible hand is turning the screw
Swallowing the keys to our food
Hand picking the malleable to rule
Do they think we’re prisoners on their ship of fools
We can’t wait for them to see the light
We got to shine it in their eyes
We can change the ways of the world
We can change the ways of the world
We can change the ways of the world
and I’ll dance to that
Newsweek says we all want our revenge
To make our country safe again
I find this hard to understand
Maybe that's because it was written by the invisible hand
Why is it so hard to see the light
When it’s shining in our eyes
We can change the ways of the world
We can change the ways of the world
We can change the ways of the world
and I’ll dance to that
Must we wait for the tables to turn
Can we learn together
And can we feel the Bern together?
And I believe we will see the light
I see it shining in your eyes
We can change the ways of the world
We can change the ways of the world
We can change the ways of the world
and I’ll dance to that
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10. |
Horn & Blow
06:36
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11. |
Witness
05:02
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Slow Dancing With Myself
04:53
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Drivin late in my carI can't wait it's never felt this farAnticipation is building fastSo is this love that is built to lastI got my ipod programed just rightTo make a life long love that will start tonightSlow dancing with myselfSlow dancing don’t you dare cut inSlow dancing with myselfLet the love beginGot the champagne on the iceThis shag carpet never felt so niceGot no agenda 'cept to let it flowWith the Quiet Storm on the radioThe fireplace is burnin thoughIt don’t compare the fire burning in my soul I've never let anybody in this deepI feel I've waken from a life long sleepI got new eyes and new fingertipsnerve endings all inside my lipsI look in my eyes and I must confessI never let anybody touch me quite like this
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