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Funky Swing 89
03:09
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(Instrumental)
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Broken Arrows
04:32
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The sun came shining this mornin', like it always do,
That's when Facecrack told me the cancer had come for you...
that age old sorrow, played again, on my soul's radio,
and far too many times it's come along, just to steal the show.
The sun came up this mornin' like it does, every day,
and as I pour my coffee, someone's takin' life away;
your headlines punch me, and force me to the ground,
you've seen them broken arrows and your, wavin' them around...
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A n x i e t y (Explicit)
04:11
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Perhaps it's why I'm such a late bloomer,
But I'd much rather have a fucking tumor;
something you can point to,
something to remove,
another thing you can't relate to,
that's tryin' hard to prove.
Lurking 'neath the surface,
my plus one at every event;
reminding me of awkward times we've not yet spent,
a self sustaining cycle, with Dexter's Dark Passenger on the helm,
your Mustang's zero to sixty's got nothing, when I'm overwhelmed
I'm singing 'bout anxiety, Lord it's sucking my vitality,
I'm singing 'bout anxiety, and not privately,
I'm singing 'bout anxiety, Lord it's sucking my vitality,
I'm bitching 'bout anxiety and psychiatry.
Don't wanna do the laundry,
don't wanna take a shower right now;
been in these clothes for three long days...
don't wanna go out in the world,
don't feel like hangin' around inside,
I never cease to be amazed by all the ways I can sabotage what I'm working on...
...what I'm working on.
This fucking anxiety.
It's got a hold on me.
I'm singing 'bout anxiety, Lord it's sucking my vitality,
I'm singing 'bout anxiety, fuck anxiety... fuck anxiety!
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You'll be seventeen years old in the morning,
feels like I'm two thousand miles away;
and now a short nine mile drive across that state line,
could put me face to face with you...
... but what's your mother,
what's your mother gonna do?
And I'm sorry Dizz-knee-land never happened,
I made so many plans that fell right through;
& those decisions in hindsight's light now haunt me,
all of them took me further from you....
... but what's a homeless Daddy supposed to do?
You'll be seventeen years old in the morning...
Feels like I'm two thousand miles away!!!
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Fleshing Out
03:54
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Are you Hungry?
Are you Angry?
How 'bout Lonely?
Are you Tired?
I can't fault you for wanting to move along,
Please forgive me if I try to tell you that it's wrong,
But if you'll join me tonight perhaps together we'll both feel strong,
Maybe tomorrow we'll be singin' a different song.
We can put it off until tomorrow...
Even though we tread a world full of sorrow...
Just one day until this hurt ain't quite as strong,
We can find a way to soldier on.
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When She Calls Me Baby
03:33
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Feel the road beneath my tiny little car,
hitting every bump as I travel towards the stars;
Been driving aimlessly it seems for forty years,
filled with memories, and the fighting back of tears.
So many inputs, sources amplify the noise,
and I just wanna drive 'til I reach what's called far;
Turn on the news to hear of tragedy today,
It gets louder, and I wanna run away.
Could it ever have been, quite as deafening before,
Could it ever have been so cold;
Started out with only three channels to choose from,
and now an army, is bangin' on my door
But when she calls me baby, all those noises go away.
When she calls me baby, I find the strength to face the day;
Yeah when she calls me baby, all those noises melt away,
And when she calls me baby, you know my heart gets swept away...
Could it ever have been, quite as deafening before,
Could it ever have been so cold;
I've got a million channels to choose from,
And now they're serving, a warrant at my door
Feel the road beneath my tiny little car,
feeling every bump as I travel towards the stars...
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Orange A n x i e t y
03:23
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Funky Swing 98 Reprise
03:25
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Gretsch Plate
02:18
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Feel the road beneath my tiny little car,
hitting every bump as I travel towards the stars;
Been driving aimlessly it seems for forty years,
filled with memories, and the fighting back of tears.
So many inputs, sources amplify the noise,
and I just wanna drive 'til I reach what's called far;
Turn on the news to hear of tragedy today,
It gets louder, and I wanna run away.
Could it ever have been, quite as deafening before,
Could it ever have been so cold;
Started out with only three channels to choose from,
and now an army, is bangin' on my door
But when she calls me baby, all those noises go away.
When she calls me baby, I find the strength to face the day;
Yeah when she calls me baby, all those noises melt away,
And when she calls me baby, you know my heart gets swept away...
Could it ever have been, quite as deafening before,
Could it ever have been so cold;
I've got a million channels to choose from,
And now they're serving, a warrant at my door
Feel the road beneath my tiny little car,
feeling every bump as I travel towards the stars...
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Maslow's Basement Kansas City, Missouri
Maslow's Basement is a musical project originally formed in Los Angeles California, now seeking collaborators in Kansas City. Project music is most often lyrically inspired by several notions related to Abraham Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs - and describe the personal journeys and processes involved in escaping from the lower levels and climbing out of the basement. ... more
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