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The Gift of Gab
03:13
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It’s a shame, but hallowed be thy name…thy name.
Got so many thoughts on the brain.
On the brain.
So come ’n gather round, all the same.
It’s a shame, but hallowed be thy name…thy name.
It’s a shame, but hallowed be thy name…thy name.
Gonna leave, gonna change your mind all the same.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
It’s a shame, but hallowed be thy name…thy name.
It’s a shame, but hallowed be thy name…thy name.
Got so many thoughts on the brain.
On the brain.
So come ’n gather round, all the same.
Got so many thoughts on the brain.
On the brain.
So come ’n gather round, all the same.
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2. |
A Leery Arborist
04:17
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We are round and fertile…no more.
Outside it seems so gentle, so simple.
It’s lurking…
We are round and fertile…no more.
To you and me it’s just a tree, but buried deep inside of me.
It’s lurking…
We are round and fertile…no more.
We are round and fertile…no more.
No more! No More!
No more! No More!
There’s reason…
To be hopeful…
When it is gone!
We are round and fertile…no more.
We are round and fertile…no more.
No more.
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3. |
Gainfully Deployed
03:22
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Choice in the ways I live in the haze.
Home in the heart till death due us part.
I start my day in my own way…
I watch the factories de-cay!
Whoa, whoa…Am I gone?
No, no…we get along!
I’m standing firmly on my own…
Then later I’ll be on my phone!
Whoa, whoa…Am I gone?
No, no…we get along!
Whoa, whoa…Am I gone?
No, no…we get along!
Siesta calling me to go…
Keep guessing ‘till I let you know!
Whoa, whoa…Am I gone?
No, no…we get along!
Whoa, whoa…Am I gone?
No, no…we get along!
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4. |
Recreant Revenant
04:06
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Clip, clip…chyron.
Changling…clip, clip.
The Grifting…siren.
Unfeeling…moron, moron.
Let’s get farther away!
Cheap thrills, in their own way!
Scotch tape, silly toupee!
Front butt, wouldn’t you say?
Only the best will do today…
We’ll cut and run with no delay.
The failing up is all around…
And the absurd has it’s own sound.
Let’s get farther away!
Cheap thrills, in their own way!
Scotch tape, silly toupee!
Front butt, wouldn’t you say?
If I would blush I may combust…
In torid flames of dirty lust.
The money honey badger lives…
A prison rife with plastic shivs.
Let’s get farther away!
Cheap thrills, in their own way!
Scotch tape, silly toupee!
Front butt, wouldn’t you say?
Let’s get farther away!
Cheap thrills, in their own way!
Scotch tape, silly toupee!
Front butt, wouldn’t you say?
Let’s get farther away!
Cheap thrills, in their own way!
Scotch tape, silly toupee!
Front butt, wouldn’t you say?
Let’s get farther away!
Cheap thrills, in their own way!
Scotch tape, silly toupee!
Front butt, wouldn’t you say?
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5. |
Bureaucratese
03:10
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(Instrumental)
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6. |
Of Gingham & Grace
02:44
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A beautiful dress today.
I pine for the simple ways.
A new morning came my way,
A tear-jerker and that’s ok.
Same old sinners and saints,
Just looking for a space,
for that gingham and grace.
My mind races like mad all day,
I grow weary of things you say.
I find solace in songs you sing,
I feel lately for everything.
Same old sinners and saints,
Just looking for a space,
for that gingham and grace.
Chasing after the gifts you made,
You’ve got something that I must save!
Yeah!
I’m pining away…
Pining away.
Pining away.
Pining away.
I’m pining away…
Pining away.
Pining away.
Pining away.
Pining away…
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Andrew Hetzel Wisconsin
One man band. Big fan of progrock, but I generally write and record in the hard rock genre.
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