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All My Life
02:35
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I’ve got nobody in my body, this bed breathes a quiet moan
No more little feet to walk all over me, I’m making friends with alone
I never saw myself drowning, never felt the years biding time
Got this dusty love all around me, it’s my victory and my crime
How could I be anything other than a mother or a wife
How could I be anything other than enraged all my life
Enraged all my life
I make gardens green and plenty, make rooms within my aching heart
These days all the cups are empty and no one needs me to play a part
Sometimes I want to burn all the bridges, make ashes of my wedding vows
Let the millstones be delivered, hide my troubles in the wretched ground
How could I be anything other than a mother or a wife
How could I be anything other than enraged all my life
Enraged all my life
Never knew I had the world before me,
Thought there’s nothing more than making due
Saw too late that I could make myself free
Before the lies turned into truth
How could I be anything other than a mother or a wife
How could I be anything other than enraged all my life
How could I be anything other than a mother or a wife
How could I be anything other than enraged all my life
Enraged all my life
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2. |
Stowaways
03:01
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Only your smile can make me smile,
only your call can make me pick up the phone,
only your voice sounds like it means well.
And I've never been imprisoned or jailed
Only enclosed within borders no one drew
No one marked, but still enforced
And I paid to cross them, a stowaway I crossed them
And I found another Earth,
Hospitable if you play by the rules,
Breaking them compromises health,
I’ll be sick with you.
Corto Maltese could have been your dad,
Sideburns and a burning cigarette
Furrowed brow beneath your hat.
And I’ve never seen the Land of the Rising Sun,
I’ve only sailed the warmer seas of Western hemisphere
And their Gulf Stream
And I paid to cross them, a stowaway I crossed them
And I found another Earth,
Hospitable if you play by the rules,
Breaking them compromises health,
I’ll be sick with you.
These are the times of stowaways,
Single-minded, perennially late,
Parties go on a little duller when stowaways move on.
And I found another Earth,
Hospitable if you play by the rules,
Breaking them compromises health,
I’ll be sick with you.
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Time
02:08
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The strongest link will snap loose and the brightest day will fade
I touched your cheek and it felt like the flat side of the blade
My eyes are silver in this light, I don’t even blink
You’re out of sync now, you won’t have time to think
Once again, time is out of joint
cool to the touch, you’ll reach the boiling point
A barbarian at the turnstile, I always pay for my fare
my kingdom for a ticket to the middle of nowhere
od blještavog centra grada do tajanstvene periferije
sa tropskom gozbom u šatoru čekaš me
I’ll give you all I have honey, my vinyl and my rhymes
brass buckles and paperbacks, my attention and my time
Once again, time is out of joint
cool to the touch, you’ll reach the boiling point
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4. |
Near Wild Heaven
02:26
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Whenever we hold each other, we hold each other
There’s a feeling that’s gone, something has gone wrong
And I don’t know how much longer I can take it
House made of heart, break it,
Take my head in your hands and shake it
In this near wild heaven
Not near enough
Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven
Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven
Whatever it takes I’m giving, it’s just a gift I’m given
Try to live inside, trying to move inside
And I always thought that it would make me smarter
But it’s only made me think harder
My heart thrown open wide
In this near wild heaven
Not near enough
Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven
Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven
I’m holding my hands together,
I’m keeping my feet together,
Time me up if you can, I’ll slip out of your hands
And I’ll keep holding myself together
In this near wild weather
My head and my heart inside this near wild heaven
Not near enough
Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven
Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven
Note: To R.E.M. fanatics: yes, we added some lyrics. To R.E.M.: we finished the song for you. Thank you, and you're welcome!
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Snow Globe
02:05
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Here I am again
Wide awake at 3 AM
Snow globe shake inside in my head
Weary eyes turning red
(40 winks, count sheep, can’t sleep)
Staring at the ceiling
How I hate this awful feeling
Tossing left, turning right
Maybe get up, have a bite
(40 winks, count sheep, can’t sleep)
I just want to close my eyes
Lay me down and dream all night
Drift away without a care
Restful nights are something rare
Why can’t I just drift away
and dream all night, forget the day
Greet the day all full of life
If I could only sleep tonight
The clock is ticking loud and
The morning’s bearing down
Shuffle down the hall
While I mumble to the wall
(40 winks, count sheep, can’t sleep)
Long and fitful nights
With no relief in site
Sandman's debt I cannot pay
Not another wasted day
(40 winks, count sheep, can’t sleep)
I just want to close my eyes
Lay me down and dream all night
Drift away without a care
Restful nights are something rare
Why can’t I just drift away
and dream all night, forget the day
Greet the day all full of life
If I could only sleep tonight
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6. |
Precious Rhinestone
02:01
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This road, you built it yourself, you laid that asphalt down
Your escape right out of your factory town
When you cross the red steel bridge over the railroad yard
Your pain may disappear you’ll lower your guard
You’re a nobody nobody sent*
(nobody, nobody, nobody knows)
a raisin in the sun+
The past is a string of events about to
come undone
You got your carpet bag you bought for a song
Worried lines on your face, you won’t be worried long
Push your luck like pedals on your old bike if you please
The rubber hits the road, you push through the rust with ease
You’re a nobody nobody sent
(nobody, nobody, nobody knows)
a raisin in the sun
The past is a string of events about to
come undone
Just past the Skyway toll you check your face in your phone
Paint your lips red and line your eyes, you’re a precious rhinestone
You’re a nobody nobody sent
(nobody, nobody, nobody knows)
a raisin in the sun
The past is a string of events about to
come undone
* This song is not about Abner Mikva.
+ A reference to Langston Hughes' poem "Harlem" and Lorraine Hansberry's play "A Raisin in the Sun."
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Sunglasses
03:03
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Shut-down neighborhoods, old jalopy trucks,
they love the rust and decay.
Transient forever in temporary homes,
we set up camp but never stay.
You’ll find me at Six Corners, and accidental tramp
or dancing for the crowd at the fair,
down the rabbit hole with all the cool friends
their grins float in the air.
Last year I was nobody, this year is the same,
today I need sunglasses in the rain.
I travel as far as I can in this world
in my mind in front of the screen.
Shadowy past-life companions come along,
play music for beer and caffeine.
From the fog of Brisbane to Darlinghurst nights,
roadwork slows us down.
We inch past the Pacific Motorway lights,
sing along to “Streets of Your Town.”
“They shut it down, they closed it down, they pulled it down.”*
Last year I was nobody, this year is the same,
today I need sunglasses in the rain.
*a direct quote from “Streets of Your Town” by The Go-Betweens
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8. |
Bella Ciao
01:56
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Una mattina mi son svegliato
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi son svegliato
Eo ho trovato l'invasor
O partigiano porta mi via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
O partigiano porta mi via
Che mi sento di morir
E se io muoio da partigiano
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E se io muoio da partigiano
Tu mi devi seppellir
Mi seppellire lassù in montagna
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Mi seppellire lassù in montagna
Sotto l'ombra di un bel fiore
E le genti che passeranno
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E le genti che passeranno
Mi diranno: "Che bel fior"
È questo il fiore del partigiano
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
È questo il fiore del partigiano
Morto per la libertà
Grazie mille, Marxists.org, for providing the lyrics!
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Rent Party Chicago, Illinois
We're Sneza (the axe-wielding wailer), Holly (the beat master extraordinaire), and Matt (bass-string and vocal-cord vibrations), and we're your favorite feminist garage folk band. Since 2014, we've been peddling original tunes and multilingual covers on stages and streets of our hometown Chicago, Cleveland, Detroit, Minneapolis, New Jersey, and New York. Featured on The Watt From Pedro Show. ... more
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