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Bigfoot Woman
02:05
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I sit here on this log,
with my guitar strumming.
Wishing I could find,
a Bigfoot Woman.
I'd take her back to my place,
cook something to eat.
Then I'd finally find out,
what the deal is with them feet.
We'd wake up in the morning,
and all the day be humming!
Wish that I could find,
my Bigfoot Woman.
We'd wake up in the morning,
and all the day be humming!
Wish that I could find,
my Bigfoot Woman.
Wish that I could find,
my Bigfoot Woman.
Wish that I could find,
a Bigfoot Woman.
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2. |
Rocketship
03:45
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So you flew a rocket ship from here to there
And you claim the entire thing was made of hair
And you're the last one of your kind
And that you nearly lost your mind in there
Well everyone knows
that love overflows up there,
Now you’re stuck all alone,
a billion miles from home.
I don’t know how I feel,
or even believe that this is real, oh yeah.
We’d need to get a genetic scan,
to see if we can even cross Bigfoot and man.
I kinda doubt that we could
or even less that we really should?
Well everyone knows that big feet have big toes
And I don’t know how I feel about a daughter with those heels
How many would you need to grow from my seed?
Are twins in your mind or do you need a whole clan,
whats the plan?
I’m just one man.
Who doesn’t really have the time.
So what is it baby, what should we do?
I’ll jump inside that rocket ship with you
I can fly that thing whereever you wanted to
We can even bring a case of wine
Vieux Telegraph? That sounds fine
Well everyone knows no DUI in blackholes
Watching TV in outer space, just making our own race
A billion miles from home, talking on our ET phone
Get up off those feet, and I’ll make us something good to eat.
Scrambled eggs sound fine, but you might need to grab them dishes too.
So what is it baby, what are you trying to do?
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3. |
Cryptozoology
03:37
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Ten billion people say,
that you’re not real - simple imagination.
Doesn’t matter what I say,
its how they feel - they all have their reasons.
As an everyday cryptozoologist,
not a fancy pants well-known biologist, I must:
Admit that they are wrong.
Admit that the evidence is strong enough for us.
Don’t hold us down,
and keep you locked away
Just let the truth be found
and open up to brighter day.
Back in school the things they said,
were partly true, but hardly worth believing
Pass the lie to the greater fool
Its how they do their academic scheming
What's been done is good as gone
All that's left is to pick up the pieces
What is true is me and you
Not all their manufactured thesis
As an everyday cryptozoologist,
not a fancy pants well-known biologist, I must:
Admit that they were wrong.
Admit that the evidence is strong enough for us.
Admit that they were wrong.
Admit that the evidence is strong enough for us.
You're the real thing baby,
You're probably some kind of Australopithecus.
Admit that they were wrong.
Admit that the evidence is strong enough for us.
Don’t hold us down,
and keep it locked away
Just let the truth be found
and open up to brighter day.
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4. |
Viking's Lament
03:51
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I know a fact or two,
its common knowledge.
and I didn't have to go to,
your fancy college.
The sky is blue
and the grass is green.
A moth is drawn
to a flame
The sun still sets in the West, my friends.
And the Vikings lost a playoff game.
I don't know
about y'all.
But it still gets cold, up there,
in St Paul.
The sky is blue
and the grass is green.
A moth is drawn to a flame
The sun still sets in the West, my friends.
And the Vikings lost a playoff game again.
My old man swore,
till the Viks won the Superbowl,
he wouldn't shave.
Damn if his 'stache ain't still growing,
down in the grave.....
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5. |
Susanna
04:56
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6. |
The Abomination
03:11
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10.5 may not be big,
but it ain’t exactly small.
But the shoe size that she wants
is an abomination.
I've tried to give my best
I've tried to give my all,
I just got caught up in constant lies
and exaggerations.
Once the music stops
And the tears roll down
It’ll be exaltation.
If I can only hold on,
this blackness can become
my sole salvation.
Not even Shaquille O’Neil
could make her glad.
She'd be the sweetest goal
he ever had.
But now that she’s finally gone
I finally see this ends
in pure damnation
Reminds me of different things,
like the absolute control of
abomination
Please come back, come back….
What I’m trying to say to you,
sorta secretly,
This is an abomination
Not even Tip O’Neil could get her back,
and that man was a diplomat,
and thats a fact.
Tried to hold on...I tried to hold on...
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7. |
What I Told The Judge
02:27
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Ever since I was a little girl,
I never had a plan.
I guess that's why I wound up with
A normal-sized footed man.
He took me back to his old place,
up three flights of stairs.
Then he said, in a gentle way,
can you wash these frying pans?
He wouldn't wake up in the morning,
asleep to half-past three.
But the first thing out his mouth would say,
"girl show me them big ol' feet..."
My days were spent in the same old way,
fuzzy slippers and brillo pads.
Showing off my godly goods
and scrubbing frying pans.
He wouldn't wake up in the morning,
asleep to half-past three.
But the first thing out his mouth would say,
"girl show me them big ol' feet..."
The first thing out his mouth would say,
"girl show me your big ol' feet..."
Stuck showing off these godly goods
to a normal-sized footed man.
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8. |
Sickly Sight
03:27
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Remnants of your life,
fill the empty room.
Freshly fragmented love,
of a witch hollow.
In the mirror, I saw a sickly sight.
Shadows dance on the wall,
laughing.
Whispers echoing slander,
in the void.
Memories of your smile,
withering.
Sanguine dreams forever,
drain away.
In the mirror, I saw a grizzly sight.
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9. |
Superbowl
03:35
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Maybe Sunday coming down,
maybe make it to the Superbowl.
Maybe wear my Trump shirt,
cause I know she always liked that one.
Maybe make it on the field,
maybe Peyton even throws a pass,
right to me.
Well, I hope that she can see.
She's probably gone to ground.
Probably hiding in the leaves.
Probably licking on her wounds,
probably hiding them from me.
I wonder if she ever goes,
back to our stream where she met me?
Well, I hope that she can see.
Maybe bring a gun with me,
maybe we go down that road.
I could cry on TV,
as I give my final speech.
Maybe do it on the field,
maybe Peyton even throws a pass,
over me
Well, I hope that she can see.
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10. |
All This Time
07:27
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Even after all this time,
All I can think of is you.
Even after all this time,
I love you.
Even after all this time,
my heart is still feeling blue.
Even after all this time,
I love you.
Why'd you have to turn on a dime?
All I can think of is you.
Even after all this time,
I love you.
Seasons strung together like,
worthless plastic beads.
Trinkets from some festival
of twisted reverie
Even after all this time,
All I can think of is you.
Even after all this time,
I love you.
Even after all this time,
my heart is still feeling blue.
Even after all this time,
I love you.
The years are strung together like,
worthless plastic beads.
Trinkets from some festival
of sole debauchery
Why'd you have to turn on a dime?
All I can think of is you.
Even after all this time,
I love you.
Leaving me was such a crime,
my heart is still feeling blue.
Even after all this time,
I love you.
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