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From the wash of your look
I’m tumble dried
Static in my fleece sheets
shocked less by the lies
but more from the fact
that they’ve been electrified
and I’m spun twice around
and zilch tomorrow
I was watching the second hand
and lost track of time
As I added up my nickels
you divided my dimes
the clock face was blinded
with pennies on its eyes
then it spun twice around
and zilch tomorrow
I took out my laundry
and put it all on the line
You saw the stains on my underwear
and hollared out it’s a crime
but i’m too broke for new drawers
and can’t afford your fine
so I’m spun twice around
and zilch tomorrow
And your broken quarter machine
ate up all my change
I demanded a refund and you
just walked away
I always give you yours
then it’s extra if my clothes have stains
I’m spun twice around
and zilch tomorrow
You ironed out the wrinkles
from the corners of an old man’s eyes
Used to he was smilin
but now he only cries
Crows feet mean nothin to you
cept when you serve em in your greasy pot pies
the old man spun twice around
and zilch tomorrow
You hung the man up
and found a closet to put him inside
He’s the husk of the man
who’s skeleton you’re tryin to hide
Every mirror is a warning
when you have such fear in your eyes
so you make others spun twice around
and zilch tomorrow
And you feel so proud
with your suits all pressed and dry cleaned
some slick threads to cover
the emptiness you’re always hiding
with nothin inside you
you spit lies in a steady stream
because you know you’re spun twice around
and you’re zilch tomorrow
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Staring
05:45
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stare and stare and stare and stare back at the chamber
that keeps looking back between the eyes
i want something worth while to talk back to me
but all the while this silence sounds like lies
Hum and push against the mysteries passing through me
pause and stare back like you got somethin t say
but instead you look back tryin t stare me down
seated in a pew in a madman’s cathedral
i heard the echoes of his childhood hymns
these memories are not revealed in the stained-glass windows
but read from the pulpit like a story by the Brothers Grimm
the pastor keeps looking at me from his chamber
paranoid that i drank all the sacrament wine
staring and staring and staring then chasing me down
smelling my breath the pastor then knew i was sober
he stood to his feet, dusted his robe, and then ran
bruised and scraped palms, wounded i floated upward
carried aloft by a Maxfield Parrish swing
And everyone stared and stared and stared up from their chambers
as i swung away far enough to not hear them scream
they insisted but i refused to come back down
floating and floating and floating away i was free
with no one around to look down on me
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Simple Act Of Kindness
04:48
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The sun's always shinin' even when the clouds look like they wanna drop a lot of rain. The simplest act of kindness could put a smile on even the saddest face.
Hard times arrive unannounced and always wanna help themselves to your fridge, but any amount of hardship with a stranger could build a bridge.
But as scapegoats come and go, all the while, the culprits are never blamed. We could get along just fine if we would douse these angry flames.
Still, the sun's always shinin' even when the clouds look like they wanna drop a lot of rain, and the simplest act of kindness can put a smile on even the saddest face.
The sun's always shinin' even when the clouds look like they wanna drop a lot of rain. The simplest act of kindness can put a smile on even the saddest face.
Hard times arrive unannounced and always wanna help themselves to your fridge, but any amount of hardship with a stranger can build a bridge.
But as scapegoats come and go, all the while, the culprits are never blamed. We could get along just fine if we would douse these angry flames.
So let the rain fall hard and long
and flood these wild fires
And the sun's always shinin' even when the clouds look like they wanna rain.
And the simplest act of kindness can put a smile on even the saddest face.
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Fine Day To Be Alone
03:34
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Boy, what a day. Ain't it a fine one? And I'm left to spend it all by my lonesome. Can't you see the sun shinin', up there behind blue skies? Don't it look happy rollin' around the sky all alone?
It's a fine day to be lonesome. A fine day to be blue. A good one for sittin' and thinkin', wonderin' what in the world should I do?
What a fine day to be alone. Sittin' inside with my coat on, with some coffee and a record playin', and an idea for a song.
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I Should've Known
04:03
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I shouldve known
Not to go down that road
Never to stop there
I shouldve known
Better than to look so close
Or to wait around for a reaction
I shouldve known
Not to wait around this long
Not to sit on my hands like I’ve done
I shouldve known
To distrust the rigamorole
To mute the television when I saw them on
I shouldve known
Oh, I shouldve known
I shouldve known
To shut it all off
To go for a walk. To ease my mind
I shouldve known
That the world’s just a speck
In a vast expanse of emptiness
I shouldve known
Leave my pride behind
and never take things too serious
I shouldve known
Oh, I shouldve known
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6. |
Shall We Dance?
04:53
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somewhere between
me and you
is a whole lotta room
to become confused
so let’s be clear
with one another
bare with me
this won’t take long
i might be wrong
but isn’t life crazy
don’t you think so too?
if you play music
then play along
if you don’t know how
dance and have fun
there shouldn’t really be much else we should do
i know life
is convoluted
I know it’s more confused
than this
but why not try to simplify it?
All i really
wanna say
is we’re here together,
so why not play?
you and me and everyone else too
since we’re all in this grand dance hall
why not we just try to get along?
I’m a little tired
of all the talk
theories in chalk
and folks who only balk
well ain’t you got somethin positive you could do?
if you ain’t got nothin
nice to say
then go away
leave us to play
and maybe after some time out you can join in too
since we’re all in this grand dance hall
why not we just try to get along
take me by the heart and
let’s get groovy
dance to the music
fall asleep to a movie
a good old fashion lock-in
i don’t feel like
continuing to bicker
the love for life can
be much bigger
now let’s lay back and stare up at the stars
since we’re all in this grand dance hall
why not we just try to get along
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Brian Gore & The Tender Fritters
Songwriter Brian Gore, with his rotating cast of players, the Tender Fritters, blend Country, Folk, Rock, and Jazz to create
a dynamic accessible while original that carries his tales of the world’s back pages.
"A mix of John Prine and Bob Dylan."
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