1. |
A Little Bit of Love
05:24
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A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE
We are the sun, the moon
the wind, the rain
we are the day, the night
the joy and pain
we are the one and all
we’re the everything
we are the none at all
we’re the empty ring
all of the world
is a mirror of the soul
all of the soul
is just a little bit of love…a little bit of love
we are the stars spread wide
and the space between
we are the ocean tide
we’re the unforeseen
we are the days of spring
we’re the first deep breath
we’re what winter sings
in its song of death
all of the world
is a mirror of the soul…
we are the mountain peaks
we’re the grain of sand
we are the mouths that speak
we’re the busy hands
we are the fields of grain
we’re the factories
we are the carbon stain
we’re the fallen trees
all of the world
is a mirror of the soul…
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2. |
Adonis is Here
04:18
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ADONIS IS HERE
Across the landscape I hear the thunder,
the hills they tremble in pain.
The men shout orders: “Go hide your daughters!
The gods are vengeful and vain!”
They’ve got their broadswords, pitchforks and shovels
and their intention is clear.
They’ve spent their lifetimes expecting trouble,
now Adonis is here.
They say the mayor was petitioned for pardon
and it was promptly denied.
“I hear him coming,” he tells the sheriff.
“Send out the wild swine.”
They’ve got their reasons, they’ve got their worries
and their claims are sincere.
They’ve got their morals, they’ve got their fury
when Adonis is here.
Prometheus went and hacked the mainframe,
downloaded some stuff.
Aphrodite, she’s in the chat room,
she’s trying virtual love.
Zeus is hiding out from his pals on Olympus
and stinking drunk it appears.
He has his email forwarded to Hades
cuz Adonis is here.
He’s looking hungry, he’s looking weary,
he just needs rest and some food.
His heart is wounded, he needs attention,
but when he speaks he’s refused.
They want no beauty, they want no poems,
they want no graceful good cheer.
They look too ugly, they sound too stupid
when Adonis is here.
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3. |
Concrete Virus
04:30
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CONCRETE VIRUS
Things are looking brighter in the Bardo these days
Things are looking brighter in the Bardo these days
they kicked down the door to heaven
but they’ve still got hell to pay.
Got a concrete virus
from a meal of steel
got tailpipe fever
hanging onto the wheel
got traffic indigestion
and gridlock blues
yeah the concrete virus done did it to you.
Things are looking brighter in the Bardo these days…
Got a concrete virus
from pitchin’ your tent
in your dad’s concrete environment;
got crawlin’ pneumonia clear down to your knees
yeah, the concrete virus done did as it pleased.
Things are looking brighter in the Bardo these days…
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4. |
Blue Suede Shoes
04:04
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5. |
Petunia
04:49
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PETUNIA
The things you learn from day to day
as the years wear on
if there was a way I could say it all
within one stupid song…
What’s goin’ down, Petunia
ain’t stayin’ down, Petunia
what’s comin’ up is comin’ ‘round…
comin’ ‘round…Petunia…
and all I can tell you is follow the river
and all I can say is that God’s on your side
and I’ll do my best to bless every step
may a river of love be your guide.
What’s goin’ down, Petunia
ain’t stayin’ down, Petunia
what’s comin’ up is comin’ ‘round…
comin’ ‘round…Petunia…
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6. |
All the Money's Gone
04:20
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ALL THE MONEY’S GONE
Had a job in a factory
till all the work went overseas
now the money’s gone…
had a home in Carolina
mortgage note was bought by China
now the money’s gone…
ooh…whatcha gonna do when the money’s gone?
Credit card done hit the roof
cracked the ceiling, to tell the truth
and now the money’s gone
been on the road, who knows how far
all I own is in my car
now the money’s gone
ooh…whatcha gonna do when the money’s gone?
from town to town all I see
thousands more just like me
all the money’s gone
men, women, families
trailers, tents and canopies
everywhere I look I see
economic refugees
tomorrow is a mystery
when all the money’s gone
ooh…whatcha gonna do when the money’s gone?
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7. |
Caught in the Fever
03:50
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CAUGHT IN THE FEVER
A million miles from the green light, babe,
you walk a line between day and night.
Gotta nasty situation on the one hand, sugar,
on the other looking pretty bright.
It’s inside out, confusin’ too,
and it won’t do your head no good to figure it through.
It’s upside-down, it’s flipty-do.
Sometimes you gotta go through hell to find out the truth.
Some can’t find a moment to stretch out on their backs,
afraid to let themselves go sinking through the cracks…
caught in the fever.
Temperature’s rising to the nth degree,
you walk a line between life and death.
You can beg, you can pray, for the rest of the day,
no one’s gonna pick up your mess
It’s inside out, confusin’ too…
Everybody drops into the fever of life,
we’ve all got stories to tell.
No one’s exempt from sweatin’ it out,
but when you see it’s your own hell, well…
it’s inside out, confusin’ too…
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8. |
Neo Blue
03:28
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NEOBLUE
Hey, grab your pants and put your shoes on,
we’re goin’ steppin’ out tonight
I don’t care if there’s a recession,
we’re gonna treat ourselves alright…
we’re goin’ neoblue…
Go turn off your computer,
grab your thirty-dollar wig,
we’re gonna make the five PM commuter
I’m tellin’ you, we’re goin’ big,
we’re goin’ neoblue…
How can we live with our twenty-first century news?
How can we manage our twenty-first century blues?
Even though a storm is brewin’
and there’s a shadow on the land,
you can be my post-modern woman
and I’ll be your post-modern man,
goin' neoblue…
Get up on your feet and shake the lead out,
take your remote and throw it down.
We’re aimin’ for the door, we’re gonna head out.
You and me are gonna paint the town –
paint it neoblue…
How can we live with our twenty-first century news?
How can we manage our twenty-first century blues?
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9. |
Running Blind
02:30
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RUNNING BLIND
He don’t have the time.
She don’t have the time.
They don’t have the time.
No one has the time.
They’re busy, don’t you know.
They wonder where the hours go.
They don’t have the time.
No one has the time.
The race is on
inside their minds,
we see them comin’
down the track
they be running blind…
He don’t have the time.
She don’t have the time.
They don’t have the time.
No one has the time.
They’re busy, don’t you know,
ignoring what the symptoms show.
They don’t have the time.
No one has the time.
The race is on
inside their minds,
we see them comin’
down the track
they be running blind…
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TWO FISTED LOVE
My uncle, he got two-fisted love.
My uncle, he got two-fisted love.
Like he stepped out of a comic book
with a punching bag and gloves,
my uncle, he got two-fisted love.
My uncle, he been havin' a cow.
My uncle, he been havin' a cow.
He had to have one some day,
it might as well be now.
My uncle, he been havin' a cow.
My uncle, he’s a gamblin’ man.
My uncle, he’s a gamblin’ man.
He’s known around the world
as two-fisted gambling Sam.
My uncle he’s a gamblin’ man.
My uncle sez it’s gonna be fine.
My uncle sez it’s gonna be fine.
It’ll take ten trillion dollars
and an awful lot of time
but my uncle sez it’s gonna be fine.
My uncle, he got two-fisted love.
My uncle, he got two-fisted love.
Like he stepped out of a comic book
with punching bag and gloves,
my uncle, he got two-fisted love.
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11. |
Judgment Blues
02:58
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JUDGMENT BLUES
Sweet mercy mama I don’t wanna be a judge no more
Sweet mercy mama I don’t wanna be a judge no more
Can’t bear another hanging – tell me what life is for
Who am I to sit my ass so high upon a bench,
swingin’ on my gavel like a monkey wrench?
Who am I to meet another man with my gaze,
knowing that my judgment marks his final days?
Sweet mercy mama…
Hey there Mr. Hangman, even though you do the deed
there’s far less burden on your back than what’s down on me.
You don’t need to feel so guilty for your big, long, ugly list –
if it weren’t for me, my friend, you wouldn’t exist.
Sweet mercy mama…
Each night I lay in silence, sweatin’ in my bed,
my pretension to justice now a throb in my head.
Who am I to swing another man from a limb?
Who am I to take away what God’s given him?
Sweet mercy…
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12. |
Counting Money
04:09
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13. |
Bodhisattva Novocaine
02:34
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BODHISATTVA NOVOCAINE
Can you roll, can you rock it to the rhythm?
Can you hold on before you drop into a schism?
Can you show me another fit of pessimism?
You can put in a package and mail it to end of the world.
Can you hide away from your feelings?
Can you cry and still look appealing?
Can you try to hold up the ceiling?
You can put it in a package and mail it to the end of the world.
Glad to meet you, baby, I don’t mean to complain,
gotta creepy feeling down in the back of my brain –
holy rollers on a mission, movie stars and politicians –
swallow that shit and you’ll wind up insane.
I said yeah – grab an egg and you can beat it
yeah – fry it up and you can eat it
yeah – dump it out and you complete it
You can put it in a package and mail it to the end of the world.
He crawled into the black of night, put fire in the sky
And from a distant billion years beyond, it come to fill my eyes;
I wonder if I saw the light of God, untouched and unrestrained
I’d need to get another dose of bodhisattva novocaine?
Can you rock, can you roll it to the party?
Can you talk just like a head without a body?
Can you pose, believin’ you are such a hottie?
You can put it in a package and mail it to the end of the world.
When the TV shuts off do you know who you are?
Does your brain feel like a broken jar?
Do you register nothing but a drone in your head?
Do you go and sink down through a hole in your bed?
I said yeah – grab an egg and you can beat it
yeah – fry it up and you can eat it
yeah – dump it out and you complete it
You can put it in a package and mail it to the end of the world.
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John DeMarco Nevada City, California
John DeMarco is a visual artist, multi-instrumentalist/composer, and writer living in Northern California.
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