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lyrics: To hear songs click on song title Sweet Confused Tic-tacs and briq-a-braq We're getting sick from those TV snacks Before too long we'll all be fat And yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you Flim-flam, better find a new scam Even though that's not who I am I'd like to think I am better than that Am I better than you? Maybe we should stop trying so hard to figure things out It's not like anybody really understands it all any how Football and half-time stalls 50 million for a steroid withdrawl I'd rather watch European style If it were up to me Good Gods and all their laws Who died and left you boss? Just because you think someone died for you Doesn't me they died for me Maybe we should stop trying so hard to figure things out It's not like anybody really understands it all any how And I'm sorry, if this song makes you confused I'm sorry that when the world woke up it didn't leave us any clues Gender rolls and CNN polls Magazine pressure to buy a new nose Couldn't say for whom the bell tolls But it might tolling for me And I'm sorry (maybe we should stop,) if this song makes you confused (nobody really understands) I'm sorry (maybe we should stop,) that when the world woke up it didn't leave us any clues Got To Be A Way Walkin' to the rhythm of the Fall colors changin' Wondering when the clouds will set the lightnin' free Singin' with the wind is my only salvation Wonderin' how I'm gonna get the people to see There's too much trouble, there's too much trouble There's too much trouble, there's too much trouble Dancin' to the music of the ocean waves crashin' Wonderin' where the sky keeps it's crimson tucked away Talkin' to the trees it's a new generation Wonderin' how I'm gonna get the people to say There's too much trouble, there's too much trouble There's too much trouble, there's too much trouble There's got to be a way to open up and say Oooh, Oooh Oooh, Oooh Oooh, Oooh Our Kisses Are Waltzes The last guest is leaving and its time to wash the dishes The cognac still lingers on the back of my tongue Miles Davis is the music that wanders and settles In the wine glasses emptied an hour ago How I love to watch in your sundress with your hair up I can smell the sweetness of your skin from across the room I'll wash the dishes so that you can rest easy You worked so hard cooking all afternoon I brush pass your shoulder as we're clearing the table We look at each other with a smile and a sigh Even though we're just new friends I feel I've known you forever Our kisses fill my breath with new desire How I love to watch in your sundress with your hair up I can smell the sweetness of your skin from across the room I'll wash the dishes so that you can rest easy You worked so hard cooking all afternoon You light all the candles to prepare your room for sleeping My only wish being to stay in your arms You say that your sorry but you need to do some thinking And for me to stay longer would only do us both harm How I love to watch in your sundress with your hair up I can smell the sweetness of your skin on my way home I'll wash the dishes our kisses are waltzes That I'll be keeping time with until the music is done Overrated What have I been looking for? All these years seems like I've been bumping into walls I built myself What a stupid thing to do I'm too afraid to build myself a door When I see my own reflection I make a silly face And it makes me laugh so hard that I cry So hard it makes me laugh again I see me there the clown with the teary grin I'm overrated I'm overrated I'm overrated I'm overrated What have I been looking for All these years seems like I've been bumping into walls Homegrown Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market When I grow it on my window sill It gets it's photosynthesis capabilities filled At Stop 'n Shop you can't get that kind of quality Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market One day I burnt my finger on a red hot roacher And that was just a little too much to take So I invented the roacher holder And now I'm the one to call when you wanna get baked Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market We tried to go commercial, but that was a flop You see we didn't have enough room on the windo sill We made a big mistake, and consequently, we got caught by the cops So now instead of grownin pot we run that whisky still on the hill (but we still love to smoke that) Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market I know that you don't know, so I'll give you a clue You see, I used to be a pot-head just like you And it's my advice to you, to grow it at home 'Cause when you smoked homegrown you ain't got nothin' to loose Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from the corner market Homegrown, that's the way I like it I don't want no cheap-ass grass from Star Market* Minstrel Caravan (yes, the title is spelled wrong on the CD cover) Rolling down the road is a music caravan The Minstrels of my culture, articulating every bend Revealing human texture all the knots and loose ends I hope I see them soon They pull into the cities, they pull into the towns. No matter where they set up all the people gather 'round. Singing, never preaching, just telling what they know: "life is another show." As the show begins people talk amongst themselves. Remembering forgotten times that they know too well Strangers pass familiar glances with smiles in their eyes The beauty of it all. A tapestry is woven in honor of the song By dancers genlty mingling, touching fingers, linking arms Those graceful stepping children the music knows so well its a peaceful reel they know Rolling down the road is that music caravan The Minstrels of my culture, articulating every bend Revealing human texture all the knots and loose ends I hope I see them soon I hope I see them soon I hope I see them soon... Old Country Sane, sane, I just want to feel a little bit sane Sane, sane, I just want to feel a little bit sane Great Grandfather came here seeking safety From a world that thought of him as less He got out just before the temples were burned down I guess you could say that he was blessed He did his best to put the Old World out of mind Raised his children with new language and new names Three generations later and I'm left with out a sign No history to which I can stake a claim Great Grandpa got his wish and I fit in now I have no old language on my tongue I'm just another American Dream who has no idea where he is from Sometimes I wish I had some of that Old Country To make me feel a little sane Sane, sane, I just want to feel a little bit sane... Tyrant's Fool (Not included on the EP) If they searched around the world for a clown and they asked for you; What would you do? What would you do? Would you drop everything and follow the dollar signs? I know it's on your mind, well, I know it's on mine. Workin' for nothing forever and now at last A chance to get paid, for makin'm laugh. Would you pack up all your things, leave your home and go? To be in the show? Yeah, I wanna be in the show. We are the believers in dreams, A romantic notion but a hard way to be. We keep on dreaming, it's all that we see; Don't wanna let the public down, Only want to be the clown. The show goes on and so we do what we were trained to do: We open up our hearts, and try to find some truth. The curtain goes up, we prepare ourselves to begin; The ringmaster appears, he tells us we can't win. He tells us no matter what we bring We can't dance, no, we can't sing. The show must go on so we do what we were trained to do: We open up our hearts, and try to find some truth. We are the believers in dreams But this time the dream is not what it seems. We find ourselves fighting the powers that be Just to make sure we don't become scenery. Sometimes, feels like you can never win. Each day it's a struggle just to begin. Loosing touch, am I committing a sin? Don't wanna let the public down, Only wanna be the clown We are the believers in dreams Maybe this show we'll find the light that we need. We'll tell that blind tyrant we know he cant't see And that we're not just fucking scenery! Sometimes, feels like you can never win/ Each day it's struggle just to begin. Loosing touch am I committing a sin? Don't wanna let the public down, Only wanna be the clown If they searched around the world for a clown and then they asked for you; What would you do? Epilogue *Star Market was the original lyric and was a store like Stop 'n Shop where I grew up in Massachussettes. While Stop 'n Shop is a Nationally recognized name, Star Market caused some confusion outside of my home state, so for the recording I decided to change it to 'corner market' to make it more universal. However, though all of the singers knew this, and sang it correctly throughout the song, we all mistakenly sang Star Market on the last chorus, indicating that we must pay homage to the original lyric and that chain of convenience stores known as Star Market (pronounced Stah Mahket.) |