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Conclusive Illusions
02:45
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The illusions that you allude to me
include the problems evading our mentality
so conclusive are the answers obscuring me
can't you hit the side of a barn?
Our destination is illusion for us to see
you say include the past I say let what be just be
I say conclusively you're best at procuring me
can't you hit the side of a barn, baby?
Can't you hit the side of a barn?
I don't mean to be intrusive
I'm sure you do not mean it as well, yeah
I know my manners are obtrusive
but you can get my fire burning hotter than hell
You can't allude conclusively; it's a circle of sorts
the fire's on but the electrical system has shorts
it's not my average friend or his crazy cohorts
but you my love are game, and i don't go for sports,
you my love are game, and I'm not into sports
Illusion, contusion, you can make your own conclusions
I don't think we're ever gonna see that bright light again
Confusion, in-conclusion, it's all part of this grand retribution
I don't think i'm ever gonna stop the kicking
that i'm gonna do to my head
the kicking that I'll do to my head
Can't you hit the side of a barn, baby
?
Can't you hit the side of a barn?
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2. |
Thorn
03:45
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You say I've got problems,
and i just say they're technicalities
you say they're problems and try to pin the blame inside of me
You’re manic
You tell me i need doctors
while you're sucking juice from pre-peeled lemon drops
Sure I need doctors,
cause it seems the heavy rains have spoiled my crops
There goes my cannabis
You doodle up diplomas and theorize that I may not be well
Make reservations in that giant padded one-room white hotel
They call Bellevue
You'd pump me up with valium,
the second that I gave you half a chance
Some beer and Valiums, in a cemetery doing modern dance
Like Baryshnikov
When the damn starts, trickling water
the valley's gonna flood
But you're so cautious, you found a dutchboy
and now you feel secure
You say you don't need me, that call from Mexico has made you poor
Sure you don't need me, so why'd you keep the key to my front door?
Can you say, 'locksmith?'
The truth is that I'm sober,
but trust me, honey, that won't last for long
I thought i warned you, but you keep on insisting that I'm wrong
Yeah, me and Shakespeare
So if your drowning, new in town and
you need someone to care
Give a call and I'll come running
and push you down the stairs
You say I've got problems,
but you're the one who's covering your tracks
We've all got problems,
and mine is that you keep on coming back
Just like Elvis
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3. |
No James Dean
02:51
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I'm no Midas
No Don the Juan,
I'm not Elvis
Peter, Paul or John
'cause I'm me
I may be down on my luck
,
but I'm me
I may be no Casanova
and I'm certainly no James Dean
I'm no Gandhi, no Genghis Kahn
no Maharishi, or Louis Farrakhan
'cause I'm me
I may be down on my luck
but I'm me
I may be no Beethoven
and I'm certainly no James Dean
(well I'm) rough around the edges
no carpenter in me
A speck of sawdust in my eye
but I can clearly see
The way to the ending
is the way it's gonna be
and don't you worry 'bout offending
'cause you couldn't really offend me
Got no fan club, no Time magazine
got no driver, got no limousine
'cause I'm me
I may be down on my luck, but I'm me
I'm no Cassanova
,
but i drive much better than James Dean
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4. |
Criss Cross
02:58
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Criss cross
is what we seem to do
You crossed into my path
I spilled all over you
Drenched in admiration
your shock was of delight
but did your long hair dry off
in the middle of the night?
Criss cross
our stars shine bright
You stare at capricorn
while i hold you tight
I can be Odysseus
and swallow my tears
but i never knew
that the sirens were near
Maybe i’m far too old
Feeling far too young
Reading far too many manuals
by Skinner and Jung
'cause something pulled a criss cross deep inside
Criss cross
I’ve jumped over the line
You’ve gotten your’s, baby,
time after time
I always thought
that the neighbors all lied (when they)
said the grass is greener
on the other side
Maybe i’m far too old
Feeling far too young
Reading far too many manuals
by Skinner and Jung
'cause something pulled a criss cross deep inside
Criss cross
(we always)
Criss cross
(we always)
Criss, cross
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Torn between what's here and there
pulling what is left of my hair
You might think that i don't care
but that's an analysis that is not fair
Staring at the rearview is enough to put me away
Scream at myself just to get by another day
Why? Is all that can be screamed when it all comes to play
Then why not changes too, right now
Become why not some other day
Drinks and drugs and drugs and drink
make it hard to stop and think
I gotta one way ticket to the brink
as you see my backside.............by the sink
I got these organs screaming in my head
birth, life's pleasures, then you're dead
and my dancing partner is turning red
from the things that i've said
Drinks and drugs and drugs and drink
make it hard to stop and think
i gotta one way ticket to the brink
as you see my backside.............by the sink
by the sink
by the sink
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6. |
Gomorrah
04:27
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My love has gone to Gomorrah
Sodom is too close to home
I'm very worried and a bit upset
she didn't ask me to go
I'm sure I'd be a neurotic
worry straight down to the bone
Instead, I'll paint my door with lamb's blood
and drink cheap wine all alone
because my love has gone to Gomorrah
because my love has gone to Gomorrah
because my love is gone
She must have seen mirages
'cause she's gone and it's not my fault
I'd like to go and look for her
but I know I'd only turn to salt
My girl is riding a camel
side saddle for sure
She's got a lot on her mind
Lot's got a lot on her
A drowning worm in tequila
Hanging down by her side
A salty taste in the back of her throat
I wish I'd gone out on that ride
because my love has gone to Gomorrah
because my love has gone to Gomorrah
and I'm wondering where I went wrong
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7. |
Marvel At The Rainbow
02:12
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You marvel at the rainbow
and I cannot see why
Beauty is its only gift
unlike both you and I
You say it's so majestic
it stands out on its own
To me, it's sad and lonely
'cause it lives life all alone
And this is what the difference is
between both you and I
You are content to stare straight up
and I must touch the sky
You marvel at the rainbow
and I cannot see why
Beauty is its only gift
unlike both you and I
And this is what the difference is
it's not that we don't see eye to eye
You are content to stare straight up
and I must touch the sky
You marvel at the rainbow
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8. |
Rebecca
03:47
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Rebecca walks down the steps of the library
like an angel, holding up her head for all to see
there’s something peculiar about her
something i can see
Rebecca, please stay away from me
Rebecca seems to be latest rage
but i can hardly believe she’s truthful ‘bout her age
something peculiar about her
something i can see
Rebecca, please stay away from me
It could be something in the way she walks
her burly mannerisms, Brooklyn talk
real tight handshake, like a used car salesman
It could be something in the way she smiles
or how she’s always changing like my radio dial
but a real tight handshake, like a used car salesman
Rebecca, lobbing spears at bing cherries
and in that light i swore i caught her eyeing me
something peculiar about her
something that i can see
Rebecca, please stay away from me
Rebecca, now she’s coming close to me
I’d love to, but she’s not my type, oh can’t you see
there’s something masculine about her
something i can see
Rebecca, please stay away from me
It could be something in the way she walks
her burly mannerisms, her Brooklyn talk
real tight handshake, like a used car salesman
it could be something in the way she smiles
or how she’s always changing like a radio dial
but a real tight handshake, like a used car salesman
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9. |
Venus And Mars
03:29
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I don't know if I want you
just because I don't have you
but I'm sure these tears ain't fake
as I cry at old mistakes
I have been battered, tattered, torn
but I won't show it if I can get to sleep by dawn
you mistook me for the man I was before
sick but safer if you lock up all your doors
We were watching different stations
on different roads, in different cars
your radio on, you didn't listen
me on Venus, you on Mars
me on Venus, you on Mars
Now I don't know if I want you
maybe I don't, then again maybe I do
but you had the fear singing inside of your head
as I tried, and I tried to talk to you
We were watching different channels
on different roads in different cars
your windows up, how could you hear me
me on Venus, you on Mars
me on Venus, you on Mars
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10. |
Her Majesty's List
01:37
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so the king explained just to keep them all contained
with nothing to gain from his long-existing reign
with his wife, Queen Jane, why her clothes are always stained
she had a leaky vein, but no one dared to explain
and the peasants just complained
the abuses have become mundane
oh, it’s a pain to be caught in the rain when you are insane
oh, it’s a pain to be caught in the rain when you are insane
at a quarter to nine, as the moon began to shine
the king was out of wine, and he had burned up all the vines
he was out of line; he was looking for a sign
found a golden pine, and Janey took it, screaming, “Mine!”
and the nobles just complained
their children had all been slain
oh, it’s a pain to be caught in the rain when you are insane
oh, it’s a pain to be caught in the rain when you are insane
oh, it’s a pain to be caught in the rain when you are insane
to be caught in the rain when you are in pain
to be caught
in the rain
when you are
insane
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Jason Montero Florida
During the past 30 years, Jason has played thousands of shows in more than 50 cities, recorded scores of original songs, and
collaborated with many other independent artists.
"Making music isn't really something you do, it's something you are. See you out there." ~ Jason
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