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We are pilgrims in an unholy land
Burning our feet out here on the sand
We've covered all our books and texts
But didn't listen close enough
To our hearts' sound and the prophets' call
We've covered all the trusted sources
Burned the night with careless torches
Walked hand-in-hand in the firelight
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Art's Got a Gun
02:04
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Now that Art's got a gun, I think things will finally get done:
1. A nightly fireworks show and the rockets' red glare.
2. The neighbors can't stop to complain about the the ruckus at dawn when October is done.
3. We will sing things off key to the crows in the birdhouse.
4. Will will bring our strange meals to the block party pot luck.
5. We can cut our own hair out on the front lawn with the sprinklers on.
6. We won't use it to hunt (because that's not what it's for).
7. We'll get respect at the store.
8. We will try on new outfits and rub in new lotions.
9. We will dance a new dance.
10. We will go through the motions.
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Some Kinda Hupp Street
01:45
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Hang up your clothes and run out in the street
Shake the hand of the first man you meet
Rekindle fires and kick the tires on the old jeep
Put down your book and pick up a pen
Drink up the last of the rum and the gin
and the old white wine that is sitting in the back of the fridge
Have a smoke, 'cause who gives a fuck?
Rub my belly just for good luck
Take an old lounge chair and put it in the back of a truck
Do a dance that will make the clouds rain
Do another for the sunshine again
Spray a hose at the dog (it runs around the front lawn...)
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Get Down
02:05
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I used to cover up my face and ended up painted like a clown
I heard that over at your place everyone is wired up for sound
I guess I won't come around if it's going to get you down
I wandered into the shallows and my feet sank into the ground
I felt around for some matches and my fingers each weighed a pound
I guess I won't light up the town if it's going to get you down
I guess I won't come around
Forgot if you even like the sound
But I might still light up the town
Even if it's going to get you down
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These are just some passing thoughts and I'll share them on a whim: I hope it's not just me but I think there's something wrong with the twins. One has one blue eye, and the other one is green. The blonde one's always nice and the reddish one is mean. One's always in a dress and the other one's in slacks. Their faces always make me wonder what's behind their backs. They keep inviting me to walk down by the tracks; part of me is excited, but another's holding back. Something's wrong but I'm holding on...
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Who is Boogie?
02:02
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Boogie likes the shaker on the down beat
Boogie likes the sound of the tambourine
Turn it up? Really? Should we?
That is why we call up Boogie
Boogie likes the feedback on the microphone
Boogie can't seem to leave the strobe light alone
Turn it up? Really? Should we?
That is why we all love Boogie
Boogie likes the Motown snare drum
Boogie likes the taste of dark rum
Turn it off? We probably shouldn't try to stop Boogie from moving
Boogie likes reggae and hip hop,
salsa, dancehall, disco, punk rock
Turn it up? Hell yes! As we all join in tonight with Boogie
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The Weekend of the Fall
02:04
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Are the lights in the right place?
Are the streamers near the candle flames?
Does the DJ have our last request?
Do the cleaners have our Sunday best?
It's gonna be the weekend of the fall
And the cover of the record says it all
Are the guests the chosen ones?
Are they implicated in the things we've done?
I think it will be a real win/win
When the ancient daggers break our skin.
Are the chants all memorized?
Are the stars right in the skies?
Do we have the pumpkin pies?
Will the neighbors hear our victims' cries?
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They Tend to Twirl
01:52
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I don't know what kind of people you're used to doing business with,
But mine are the kind that can't get things done until the sun's coming up and we've had our fun.
I don't know what kind of people you're used to having phone sex with,
But mine are the kind that can only text until their fingers bleed and they're out of breath.
I don't know what kind of people you're used to watching movies with,
But mine are the kind who will squirm and kick until the hero's dead or had it's last kiss.
I don't know what kind of people you're used to being people with
But mine can't stand still - no, they only twirl -
And I wouldn't trade them for the world.
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Rich Kid
02:38
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Spend the weekend by the shore
Far from the city and its tedious chores
Watch the storm clouds rolling in
Mom and Dad will bicker as they swim in beer and gin
It sounds like rich kids anyway: they always seem to get their own way.
It sounds like rich kids anyway: they can always coast and take another day.
Can't even bear the cousin scene
Aunts and uncles and their 60s and their mescaline
Grandpa's stories about his senior year at Yale
All the high-jinks and he paid his way straight out of jail
This neighborhood is blowing up
Not on the ground floor but I've convinced myself I know what's up
And as the new kids crowd the scene
You've got to love them 'cause they're keeping things so fresh and clean
I guess I'm a rich kid anyway...
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The Spill
02:09
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We walked down the asphalt street
We had another gang to meet
Spilled a shot on my new clean shirt and stayed out
I Didn't smell so good in the AM
I used the hose on the side of the house
Held back on some old stuff coming up and it stayed down
Then I spilled my guts and this song is the way out.
We wandered down to the beach
Sunglasses were the first thing I lost
Had to look the sun straight in the eye
The surf turned and tossed
Sat down by the bonfire light
Seagulls were sleeping on the telephone pole
I threw the clam shells in the ditch at midnight
And went back and bared my soul
Yeah, I spilled my guts and this song is the way out.
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The End
00:21
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WATERGATE New York, New York
L to R:
Britta DeVore: Drums, Vocals
Brett Wisniewski: Guitars, Vocals
Walt Jaczkowski: Bass, Vocals
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