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High Line to Whitney
04:41
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Take the high line to Whitney
And I feel like a jitney bit me
I don’t got no body
I mean I don’t have a body on me
Why would you give me
A fancy silky suit when you can
See I got no body really
I don’t have a body
I’m just a head, floating there
Like a head floats there when a head floats there
Take the high
Hello
Add a bitty snickerdoodle dandy to a
Place like candy sandy, and he
Drowns in the money all around him, and she
Drowns in the money all around her family
High line, take the high line
Take it all the way to Whitney
Say, my grandpop’s name was Whitney and he
Didn’t have a body neither
High
Hello
Howdy do
High, high
Oh my
Up into the skittle in the sky, patty party in the
Trees in the dirt in the concrete, gentle
Gentlemen & gentlewomen walking, buying
Townhouses and condos by the
High line to Whitney
And I feel like a jitney hit me
I don’t got no body
No I do not have a body on me
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
Windy like whiskey
It’s a windy wispy Wednesday city
How could you do this to me how
Could you do this to me and
Why would you give me
A fancy silky suit when it is clear
I got no body, Whitney
I don’t have a body
I’m just a head
Floating there, like a head floats there when a head floats there
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2. |
Budget
01:44
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I know what it’s like
To be short a dime
Got to be on time
To pay the bills
We got to go
And buy a bunch of food
We gotta get bananas
And a bag of barbecue
I say we can’t forget
The yogurt and the cream
The greens and fresh tomatoes
And a few extra cans of kidney beans
Good morning moon
Goodnight barbecue
Mixin’ that Moscow Mule
And pay the rent
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3. |
A Howard Brown Christmas
03:00
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4. |
My Name is Bones
03:23
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I found my placement
Down in the basement
She said my name
She made my day
She got a tailbone
And got those whale bones
From Nova Scotia
See that bone
Get go, everybody talk about a
Free will, everybody wants it
But not everybody sees it
And you get back down and feel alright
Aww, and the valve’s gone tight
Uh, it’s a wild night
If where the home is
Is where the heart is
Don’t say my name
I’ll end your day
And all the people
And all the steeples
In Nova Scotia
See that bone
Let go, everybody talk about a
Free will, everybody wants it
But not everybody sees it
You get back down and feel alright
Aww, drunk as a kite
And you feel alright, with all your might
Uh, it’s airtight
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I’ve seen graduate company pleasures in real estate
Salesmen and proud engineers
They’re the people that tell you to live in the milky way
People that shoot for the moon
But what can you do with the moon?
What can you do with the moon?
What can you do with the moon? Oh, brother…
What can you do with the moon?
And down under the roof where we slide all around the couch
Drinkin’ and making cartoons
The neighbors are wealthy and put up a vinyl fence
That side has far greener grass
But what do they do on the grass?
What do they do on the grass?
What do they do on the grass? They just mow it.
What do they do on the grass?
And though echoes of love from the fast-casual restaurant
Might just show up in the food
The poster says everything happens for a reason
Sometimes good things fall apart
But what is the reason for that?
Why don’t they stick with the food?
What is the reason for that? Oh, brother…
And what can you do with the moon?
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Come on down to the factory farm
Where the grass is brown and you can’t go frownin’
Milk that cow with the nuts and the bolts and
The dogs go woof and the cats go …
Once upon a time there was a young small boy
And he liked to play with animals instead of with his toys
He always dug holes where he kept his pets and
The dirt was deep and the grass was wet
Always running all around the factory floor
Til his dad said “Kid, you can’t run no more!
Maybe you’ll slip and you’ll bust your head on a
Chicken or a piston or a bag of pig blood!”
The kid said…
“The man’s a ripe banana
I know he only wants a hand
But if I play my cards right
I could be in the marching band”
But as the years cranked on
He didn’t quite make the cut
He moved to New York City
And started his own damn factory farm
And all the sudden these birds and bees
And towers and trees came crashing down
And he didn’t know what he was supposed to do
Because the factory farm was just a factory fire
Once was born a tulip
Swallow hard and follow along
See rang out loud amongst her tree fly solo
Browsing track to crested freedom lip
Lip to love, lips to hold for how long
Sang tree, sullen, ballooning, chewing
Free frets, free frets, crier
Don’t come crying to come crack back home, Jack
Jacky loves yells and shrieks
She finds me hideously astounding
But can’t seem to shake me off the wagon
One wagon per day
Crates of nugget buckets and
Cheese chilly fried rings smell galt
Malty sauce, sausage clinging to the
Bottom of the bucket for dear luck
Bite out of hell
Ginger cram may sound like a treat
But the trees have you on their back
They scream for more lungs to fill with air
Hydrogen spilling and swaying
Sway, sway, sway, up, down to ground
Electricity makes you sour as a mouse
Willow hole, you make me
You make me out of fleas and stucco
Oh, stuck, stuck in canyon, make it count
Don’t forget the veins when you
Chew throughout your arm
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8. |
Pretty
01:28
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Piled hot beef in the sunshine
Crumbs from canine to canine
There you are looking pretty
Here I am looking shitty
Be mine, be mine, be mine
I can try to eat less food
Clean my teeth and buy new shoes
You don’t have to shave or sing or anything, no
Don’t be pretty for me
I’m not pretty for you
Don’t be pretty for me
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There was a choo choo train
There was a choo choo train
In the pouring rain
There was a choo choo train
There was a green train
There was a red train
There was an orange train
There was a blue train
And in the morning wane
Through the big old town
Coming right on down the lane
There was a choo choo train
There was a pickup truck
Many miles away
By the Muscatatuck
Just like a wild duck
And in the pick-up truck
There was a sad man
And his truck was stuck
In the dirty muck
But as the sun came out
And dried up all the rain
The man screamed at the top of his brain
I don’t need no choo choo train
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10. |
A Lonely Sparrow
02:04
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A lonely sparrow
Went back to Reno
So he could be with
His old amigo
And everybody
In big Chicago
Was in the photo
All but the sparrow
Goodnight
He didn’t want to
But knew he had to
So he could move on
And eat burrito
And everybody
From back in Reno
They didn’t know him
But they could meet him
Tonight
Step on a pocket watch
Na na na na na
Lonely cats, lonely mice
Na na na na na
And back in Reno
In a casino
He went commando
With his amigo
He don’t believe you
Don’t wanna see you
Because he love you
And so he left you
Tonight
A lonely sparrow
Is in a limo
With other sparrow
Like a volcano
They’re not real cherries
They’re maraschino
And if you want him
Don’t even tell him
Goodnight
Step on a pocket watch
Na na na na na
Lonely squids, lonely lice
Na na na na na
The lonely sparrow
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