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Strange Days
11:13
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Strange days, got me tripping on the white lights
Strange days, I got no plans
Just dizzy walking into midnight
A lot of people sayings things, but they don't say much
A lot of people knowing things and pulling strings
Snorting up the internet, anything for a rush
I went to Trader Joes to buy myself some food
I saw a woman in a trash bag space suit
Strange days, got me tripping on the white lights
Strange days, I got no plans
Just dizzy walking into midnight
I thought I saw the police, coming up my driveway
Julie, looking so angelic
Wait a minute man, I don't even have a driveway
Oh boy, fear can be pretty psychedelic
Honey, I think I need some fresh air
I need you but I can't find you anywhere
Strange days, got me tripping on the white lights
Strange days, I got no plans
Just dizzy walking into midnight
So strange
Well I have been down honey
But not quite like this before
Can't really tell, if I'm falling or flying
It really doesn't matter anymore
I have got my fair share of conspiracy theories written on the wall
Divine mama she has got her hand in them all
Strange days, got me tripping on the white lights
Strange days, I got no plans
Just dizzy walking into midnight
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2. |
Banjo
08:07
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I heard a knock knock knocking on my door this morning
Big bad Billy said I better bow down, before the day is done
I told him when tomorrow comes, I will be standing tall
I guess you will have to take me to the jailhouse
I guess you will have to give me my phone call
It’s a long way home for this poor boy, anyway
And your sword it don’t really touch as much as you think it does
You can try to shoot the sky down, with your shotgun
You can try try try, try me all you want, but you wont touch freedom
Because my love, is bulletproof
Yes my love, don’t cost a thing
My love will let you work on it, when its working on you
There aint a whole lot you can do
Bluebird fly high
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Where do you go
When the jewelry in the sky comes out to play
When the sun sinks down my daytime honey
Who's making you their midnight fire
Tell me where do you go when the sun goes down
I can taste her cigarette on your breath
Her lipstick tattooed on your chest
Tell me where do you go when the sun goes down
Candlelit in espanol
I want to be your full time fool
Why don't you ever walk with me in the moonlight
I am starting to think you're a werewolf
Or some other creature of the night
She said, you want to know where I go, I'll tell ya
But can you keep a secret
I got enough heat on me as it is
I said okay, I won't tell a soul
She said not even your imaginary friends can you tell what your told
I crossed my fingers and I went into a trance
She said this is where I go, here take my hand
On Tuesday nights I fight crime on the astral plane
On Thursdays I got the underworld to make some love
If I told you the rest I would have to kill you soon enough
But if you want to come tonight you better like that funky stuff
You better like that funky stuff
You got to have that funk up in your soul
Or they are gonna throw you right out the door
Send you back home crying to your mama's house
You have got to eat sleep and breathe that funky stuff
Get down and dirty like it is your middle name
You don't need no doctor, for the fever you got
If you want to hang around in this part of town
You got to get down with the funky stuff
That real funky stuff
Funky stuff
Ya that real funky stuff
Funky stuff
That real funky stuff
Funky stuff
Oh that real funky stuff
She said can you dig it, I said I can dig it
Just how far is it that we are digging
She said don't ask questions, that you don't want the answers to
She said what's it like being so cool and so you
She said it ain't like it used to be
Not like it once was before
Did you have enough of the disco lemonade
Here you better have some more
She said it ain't like it used to be
Not like it once was before
She said hold me tight tonight babe
Because tomorrow you won't hold me anymore
No tomorrow you won't hold me anymore
Tomorrow you won't hold me anymore
Om
She said it's all about the art of fung shui
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Brushtown
07:10
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I have been halfway hoping my whole life, praying on a silent spring
May calls to June, hanging out her window, across the street on Rosemary Lane
There is a new crime rolling through Brushtown,
Carmel marble-suede Coupe DeVille
My mama said, best to keep a watch out, a watch out and stay on the hill
A watch out and stay on the hill
Their moonstones hide in the front yard, diamonds in the back by the will
Papas gone to pray, makes me work on Sunday, and mama and sis at the mill
They rolled like lightning and thunder
They packed their wagons to fill
Said I’m here for your riches, I’m here for your plunder
Ride on this lifes a thrill, ride on this lifes a thrill
We were rundown all across Brushtown
Yellow flashes green and we go
Moses took a bullet, laid down that Sunday and Abraham he won’t make it home
You will be hanged at Smiths in September, you will be laid down outside alone
A voice called to me, son what spell are you under
Go not you won't make it home
My mama said, best to keep a watch out, a watch out and stay on the hill
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Slinky
09:17
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She has got a yo yo
And she tosses around that thang, like a boomerang
She has got a slinky
And she throws it down the stairs like she just don’t care
She plays bass on the piano
Gets so low you’ll have to touch your toes
She has my poor heart and it beats right to her drum
Honey won't you give me some
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6. |
You're So Vain
06:51
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I think I’ll go to bed now, nothing left to try
Been smashing bottles over the great highway
Can't make a dent nowhere to hide
Rain came down on your window pane just like a blue girl
Tell me all about the old man running and you know
It's the only game, in this old town
Fire mud wind and rain and the queen with the lightning crown
It will only sting for a bit
Broken glass on my window and I don't mind
Saw you just the other day, you were doing fine
Ain't it strange here alone
Red and dead roses hanging upside down
On my wall where my holy pictures just lean and smirk
Angels wont let me cook up anymore medicine
Grieving candlelight and spoons and works and death don't seem to hurt
It's everything and it's really nothing
It's just differently the same
Rivers flow and the mountains move and the winds blow
It's the only game, in this old town
Fire mud wind and rain and the queen with the lightning crown
It'll only sting for a bit
Broken glass on my window and I don't mind
Looks like insanity is coming back in style but we are doing fine
Ain't it strange here alone
I think I'll take a walk now
Down to woods to get my homegrown fix
Dont give me no rush and it dont work too quick
But its all I have got isnt it
Sun still shines over Manayunk, cool moon still glows
Like sugar is sweet, so is she, we are gonna make it you know
It's the only game, in this old town
Fire mud wind and rain and the queen with the lightning crown
It's the only game
It'll only sting for a bit
Broken glass on my window and I don't mind
Looks like insanity is coming back in style but we are doing fine
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7. |
Angel 77
10:01
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In the woods, on the banks of the Wissahickon
In the cave of Johannes Kelpius
I was drawn in, by such a blue light
And a fog so holy I could not quite describe
I met some Rosacrucians, books of Astar laying in the mud
Hail Kai, hail Kai, won’t you help me Zozzer
If i was alive back then, just a monk of the ridge
I’ probably be hooked on Laudanum waiting for the world to end
Walter F. Scott came down in 1973 left his books waiting there, waiting there for me
Singing oh oh baby, read them and weep, oh oh baby, this will wake you from your sleep
Oh oh baby take this picture of Carlisle, oh oh baby, pray to her once in a while
Sure as you're born it'll go down easy
The taste of medicine doesn't last that long
I had some dreams I was living in the future
A time traveler by the name of
Walter F. Scott and I go where I please
I mean I go where I am needed, wherever there are mouths that need feeding
Oh oh baby, I’m a soul gardner, oh oh baby, a golden age farmer
Oh oh baby, do you remember now, oh oh baby, there ain't nothing but the Tao
Sure as you're born, the great way is easy
As long as you don't have preferences
Trees they look at me with eyes not longing
I wonder how they pay the rent
Well I've been up to the coal mine
From your ivory tower I have looked across the plain
When you feel in love I was cupid, when you heart broken I was the knife in your back, I was the stabbing pain
So look around, don't you see me everywhere
I’m that drug dealer I’m the police, I’m that lover you won't meet
Cause when your empire crumbles and crashes in the sea
I am what will be
I am the desert wind in every western film shootout
Must have been Angel Number 77
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Apple Juice Jones Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Apple Juice Jones explores songs anchored in spirited storytelling and composition. Drawing on influences from folk, jazz and rock AJJ always leaves room for sonic exploration inspired by the present moment
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