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C
05:59
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Hold them in yours hands trembling, excited
With passion flooding out on the streets
While gazing at the skies blue and streaked white
Along the stretched horizon everlasting
Eyes stare marveled by such exquisite sights
A valley shaved by river's grace
Thoughts long for peace and fulfillment not reached
Your vision blurs, washed with azure.
Storms rage on, still you are struggling, in fear and pain
But now at last you have found out was has been missing.
Caressing crevices time and time again
While sounds so heavenly echo around
In warm cavern moist with tears of joy
And tasting young, delightful breath blown by you.
Look at the hot stars above
Touch the smooth curves that want love
Smell pleasing air through the bluff
Wrapped around time and space of
Canyons that run deep through the land.
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Flowin'
04:14
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Rollin' through the rapids boomin'
You will find there cool, blue waves
And in the dark desert you will know its sweet air that moves over you
And I'll be there, flowin' inside of you
Warmly passin' through your arms and legs, deep within.
Water is windin' 'round all the river's bends
Its sound can be heard among wind and earth
Movin' through you
Calm, flowin' slow, slidin' Heavenly upon you.
I can still feel you with me
But now that you're gone the desolation has its hold on me
So I'll be here, alone and tired from fear
But tranquil and sleepin' easily with the stream.
Powerful, strong as the deep flowin' river
It's been so long that I've burned and lost
All memory of anything
Seeking the truth, flowin' through.
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3. |
The Monkey Song
03:37
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There was a monkey
Swingin'from a tree
And some other monkeys
Calm as can be
Came rollin' along
Bom, bom, bom
To steal bananas
That the monkey had
Set up in the tree
To later sit down and eat
An' so a couple
Of them monkeys went
Way up there to distract
That poor monkey
While the others stole
Those bananas
From that dumb monkey
Who had not a clue
That he was about to loo-oose
All of his food
An' later on
After they had gone
Then he realized
To his surprise
That they had stole
His bananas
An' so he left
To go solve the theft
And he found them
Eatin' his food
An' then he said
"Which one of you
Stupid monkeys stole
My stinkin' bananas?!
Away from me"
To which one replied
"No, not I
These are my own
Bananas, you see
Now won't you please leave me be
Before I smack ya"
"Upside your face
With this piece of poo
That I've got in my hand
You stupid fool
Now get outchya jerk face!
So I can
Eat these bananas"
So that monkey left
Cause who wants to get hit
In the face
By a piece of poo
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4. |
Workin'
02:30
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Your arms are tired and so weak
Your back is sore, pain so deep
From all this work with no sleep
Ya don't have time to eat
When will this end, not soon enough
Ya can't take this much more, it's so rough
Ya hate your job cause it sucks
It is so lame, who gives a fuck?!
Ya want to smack your dumb boss
He's such a turd, lost in the sauce
You're so damn sick of all this workin'
It never seems like you'll be goin'
Ya been slavin' and workin'
For such a long count of years
It's just a huge waste of time
Oh, what a crime, here's your tears
Your business will get run in the ground
Since it's owned by fools who ain't been around
Oh, what's the point you can't wait
To leave this joint that you hate
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Sun sets, brings the cold
And the rain comes down
And train whistle blows
And you deserve someone made out of gold
But it sure as shit weren't me
Ya sit and watch the rust collect
On what's left of that famous wreck
And I can't even forward your checks
Cause I don't know where you'll be
Ya took your heels, your stitched up sleeves
And your phantom pains on an unpaid leave
But whatever lead you to believe
That there was more to life than this
So go on, God speed
And go sail the mountains and climb the seas
And be everything you deserve to be
As a statewide finalist
Blue ribbon on the night stand
No nothin's etched in stone
But don't think that I won't wait forever
Well, the world is your oyster but it's one better off left alone
Blue ribbon on the night stand
No nothin's etched in stone
But don't ya think that I won't wait forever
And the world is your oyster but it's one better off left alone
Miss Amputee West Culver County, please come home
Come home
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6. |
Ramona at the Ramada Inn
03:31
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Had a run down in Lenyon
And I got a handle of gin
I'm holdin' up with Ramona
At the Ramada Inn
Rat trap, is fill a stat
And cheap heat and repose
Strange comforts wash over me
As pourin' off your clothes
Where have all them dark days gone
The good times just keep draggin' on
Ramona, I was wrong
Ramona
Curtains drawn against the mornin'
And I'm waitin' out some storm
Soft core glows softly
And then the shadows fall
Another hit and I'll pack my shit
Lord knows I can't stay
I might just pull ya closer
And take your breath away
Where have all them dark days gone
The good times just kept draggin' on
Ramona, I was wrong
Ramona!
And from the strip mall shit Ramada
I got on the 109
And I don't miss your voice
Or wish we had more time
Cause I'm cut from a ragged cloth
Newcaine bound
And I won't feel this way again
Until they stuck me in the ground
Where have all them dark days gone
Those good times just kept draggin' on
Ramona, I was wrong
Ramona!
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7. |
Mansion On The Mountain
05:50
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Well, it's already gone
You're the one
You should've been on
But it's already there
Get these notions outta your head
Well, it's already gone
The one, you should ah been on
Yeah, it's already gone
The one, you should ah been on
But it's already there
Get these notions outta your head
And there's a mansion on that mountain
No one I know lives there
The walk's too far and the gate's too high
And awe, who in the hell really cares?
Yeah, but who in the hell really cares?
But there's a banquet at that bottom
Where everyone gets fed
And the only ones who get left behind
Are the ones too tired to get out of their bed
Awe, but please won't you get out of your bed?!
And there's a mansion on that mountain
No one I know lives there
The walk's too far and the gate's too high
And awe, who in the hell really cares?!
Awe, but who in the hell really cares?!
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My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did ya sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I would shiver all night through
And her husband as a hard workin' man
'Til a mile and a half from here
And his head was found in a dried up well
And his body never was found
And my girl, my girl, don't ya lie to me
Tell me where did ya sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I would shiver all night through, shiver for me now
My girl, my girl, where will ya go
And I'm goin' where the cold winds blow
In the pines, in the pines, where that sun don't ever shine
I would shiver all night through
And my girl, my girl, don't ya lie to me
Tell me where did ya sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
I would shiver all night through, shiver for me now!
And my girl! My girl! Don't ya lie to me!
And tell me where did ya sleep last night!?
In the pines! In the pines! Where the sun don't ever shine!
I would shiver all night through, shiver for me now!
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9. |
January Silver
04:20
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Pleasure falls in hoards
Of jagged water
Glistening in ice
Fallin' from skies
Of deep black night
Comes rigid white
Contorted sides
And turnin' walls
In crystal halls
Run sparkle's gleam
Through snow drift's seam
And sends a beam
Onto iced stream
Across frozen
Deep seas of storms
Silver with cold
Now freezing sweet dew
That rests on the land
Starched brown from winter's
Great gust of the season grasping its time
Of deep chilling clime
My love's skin is blue
She dies in hot pool
But came the night
Of freezing white
Reborn to frost
And there she'll cross
For gods of snow
To take her soul
Into night's skies
Of freezing white
Glidin' down from black welkin
Of humble bounds
Now taken above
My thin forest glove
White wrappings cover
Her deep silver limbs
And mists on the ice
That twists down green pines
My shelter nigh
What shall be thine
A placid shrine
Of icy bind
She roams through time
And crawls the twine
Of flaming swine
To reach cold night
And her eyes have failed
Her skin is old
Her days have grown
We aged alone
Through wintry bones
In lands of snow
Sit still unknown
In worlds below
And my wrinkles show
Against pale light
Reflecting off
The silver snow
Her smile gleams ice
Our bodies still
In winter's chill
Our clasp would never thrill
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10. |
Raining Down
08:48
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Winds' whispers dampened
While clouds clutter, rabid
Its waters' initiative
To drain all weak vermin
Drizzle to down pour
His mouth curdles, so sore
Anxious to begin
Its sequence to doom him
Trigger low rumble
To perplex and crumble
The gods watch him mumble
They foresee swift tumble
He sways with what's innate
A dry, dusty slow fate
The rain melts as acid
Leaves scars burnt in sacred
Ashes of burdens
Rest heavy with sternness
Stripped of his weakness
He walks with bold firmness
The past cries so solemn
Its ridges cut in him
Wet wrinkles bore fire
His passionate desire
Memories now buried
He fights not to tarry
Endured will to withstand
He stares at his severed hands
Wails call for water
His vengeance weak power
An unsteady stillness
As he bleeds dead in silence
Workin', Again
Alright, I got a new song for ya
It's called, "I'm Goin' To Bed Cause I Gotta Get Up an' Go To Work Tomorrow Morning"
It's about ah, let's see, three o'clock a.m. right now
And uh, ya know, I'm supposed to be at work around 9:30
I think most of you know this
And uhhhhh, let's see, let's, let's just see what happens here
Oh, I gotta get up an' go to work tomorrow
It's gonna really suck a lot
I gotta get up an' go to work tomorrow
I really don't want to
But I gotta go make some money
Yeah, I gotta go make some bread (coughing), I gotta get up and go to
Sorry my voice, kinda (coughing), is kinda rough right now,
Gotta get up an' go to work tomorrow that's all that's in my head
An' ya can't see me right now because I'm only wearin' my boxers
That's why I have the camera facin' on my speaker by my bed
Cause this is the I gotta go to bed right now so I can get up an' go to work tomorrow
Yeah, I gotta go to bed right now cause I gotta get up an' go to work tomorrow
Gotta get to bed right now cause I gotta get up an' go to work tomorrow
Yeah, I gotta to go to bed right now cause I gotta get up an' go to work
Not tomorrow, it's already tomorrow, it's later today, cause it's already tomorrow
I gotta get up an' go to work tomorrow (sniffing) so I gotta go to bed right now
Yeah, I gotta get up an' go to work tomorrow so I gotta go to bed right now
So goodnight
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Alex Parez Alexandria, Virginia
Alex The Red Parez aka El Rojo has been bringing acoustic rock to the Washington DC Metro Area since 2006. “El Rojo” to his friends, Parez takes inspiration from epic troubadours Bruce Springsteen, Tom Petty, Johnny Cash, among many others as well as such current & former local artists John Bustine, Brandon Butler, Michael Maloney, Derek Evry, Jason Mendelson & Andy Zipf. ... more
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