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History of Man
03:04
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I don't know why the years keep taking me from all of my friends
I don't know why the fears keep keeping me from calling on them - but listen
You suffer, oh I've seen it, the world is kicking you around
But hold on friend - 'cause I'm coming.
Give me a name or a number, an hour to lend
My history of man
This biography of mine has no grand design but doesn't lack for a heart
An anthology of mistakes, too many partakes, well - I like me falling apart - it's some start
You suffer, oh I've seen it, the world is kicking you around
But hold on friend - 'cause I'm coming.
Give me a name or a number, an hour to lend
My history of man
You suffer, oh I've seen it, the world is kicking you around
But hold on friend - 'cause I'm coming.
Give me a name or a number, an hour to lend
With nothing to send
My history of man
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2. |
In California
02:59
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Was born back east, was rectified in peace
By way off old D.C. and Onondoga
But I struck out, descended into doubt
I'm rolling on highway 40 to California
Was weaned in state, made camp in Silverlake
The bullets, well they're still flying and they warned ya
Now I'm alone, a mattress and a phone
A traveler aground in California
The pioneers could not abide
They'd find a field then colonize
Try to defend, then grow, then slide, in green
It's not what I've seen
I'll take my bride, I'll take her for a ride
We'll walk among the pines that Spain had loaned ya
Breathe in the sea, breathe opportunity
Anxiety's unsleeved in California
HARMONICA SOLO
Pioneers could not abide
They'd find a field then colonize
Try to defend, then grow, then slide, in green
It's not what I've seen
Was born back east, in Capitol D.C.
Was sanctified, humidity had warmed up
I'll take no rest, keep hoping for the best
An outpost and some wine in California
A touch of the divine in California
Ignore the warning signs in California
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Pay to Play
02:57
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El Nino and my Super 8, knee-deep in January '98
These east coast fears keep me splicing late
And I'm broke as hell
There's a line written in cement, that promises your dreams will be relevant
But I do believe the reality is pay to play
Dig the Decaologue, no time to discuss, don't run into Mardik or Jon Millius
I'm crusing 80 hours on the I-5 bus, and my L-4 resigned
Dropping Vicodins in my coffee cup, bombing it with sake just to break me up
But I do believe the reality is pay to play
I remember a time when I flatlined by on Dilaudid divine Lord I was gone
What did I see? Floating below old me.
Send out the back, send for the nurse, reviving me man, what a scene
I had a girl, I lost a girl, where did she go?
Got a feeling she's someone I already know
This new decadence is laying likely low
And I'm busted by design
If I could just one true soulmate to last the rest of my life? Well, that would be great
And I do believe the reality is what you make
I do believe opportunity is Golden State
I do believe the reality is pay to play
Pay to Play
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4. |
The Belle of U.S.C.
03:00
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On day one I had a vision, brown eyed girl who got religion right
Knew right away she could be heaven if I ever learned and fell in line
A true Virginian like I'd never seen
Such a woman whatcha knowing sturdy long and lean
Jeni, Jeni...something 'bout you makes me want a wedding
Just one little old look from you is plenty
Some television's fine for me
And the Belle of U.S.C.
Before long my only thing was thinking I might get a ring on time
A student loan or two could get you white gold and some clarity to bind
Only problem I could ever see
Were all your friends who prayed to end our love and poor old me
Jeni, Jeni...something 'bout you makes me want a wedding
Just one little old look from you is plenty
Some television's fine for me
And the Belle of U.S.C.
Everyone is betting that you're gonna show the door
I'll take that action we're a match they never saw before
You're showing them you're tougher than any girl alive
If life with me is rougher baby, you're the perfect wife
I sat your daddy down and asked it to him straight
I'll beg permission but my mission's never gonna wait
Jeni, Jeni...something 'bout you makes me want a wedding
Just one little old look from you is plenty
Night of television's fine for me
Those girls can just disagree
You got me and a fine degree
You're the Belle of U.S.C.
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Two Little Words
02:59
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Was so relived, somewhat confused that I could win someone like you
I can't believe you'd ever be so deceived.
Say two little words for me
I took a knee and asked away, you found a dress, circled someday
I can't believe Suffolk at 90 degrees
Say two little words for me
I heard the priest ran astray, sank by the Chesapeake Bay
The rehearsal was so frayed, our future family so dismayed
At all the drinking displayed
It's nearly one, Its nearly time, for you to walk right down the line
I can't believe you're gonna live by decree
Say two little words for me
I can't believe this real, hungover, heavenly sealed.
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7. |
Flynnabye
02:16
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This is an instrumental. It is here by design to give you a mid-album break from my god*##amn singing.
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8. |
Setting Son
03:56
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I could never walk away from you
Saying something I still think is true
From the moment you said "I do"
The wind was blowing south
Maybe someday
Circumstances won't succumb so right
All this struggle won't be to abide
Adding up what we said tonight
Our run is hung out loud
The setting sun can't cover my disguise
But I'll prove us through my misery
They'll say our love is what we can't deny
I'll protect it, you will see, you're never gonna regret me
Do you tarry on a separate life?
Where your dreams aren't so deferred, denied
I'm gonna make them believe you right
I now I let you down, but there's tomorrow
Parallels reach out too blind to see
Dragging down beyond antiquity
When I hold you, are you holding me?
Your hope is still unbowed
The setting sun can't cover my disguise
But I'll prove us through my misery
They'll say our love is what we can't deny
I'll protect it, you will see, you're never gonna regret me
The setting sun can't cover my disguise
But I'll prove us through my misery
They'll say our love is what we can't deny
I'll protect it, you will see, you're never gonna regret me
It's not enough to be yours till I die
Am I speaking plainfully? Do I trouble you to sleep?
The sky above, hangs down my wounded life
I'll protect you, you will see, you're never gonna regret me
I will never walk away
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Every night you are forsaken, first night you flail goodbye
Though I know it's hard to take me, I can't recall one reason why
Cause I know your mind is on the things I forget when I'm drinking
I know you're kind, but Jesus would laugh
Till I made it back
All the times I got real lost dear, nights and nevers getting blurred
Realize there's been a cost here, one you can't express in words
Cause I know your mind is on the things I forget when I'm drinking
I know you're kind, but Jesus would laugh
Till I made it back
Cause I know your mind is on the things I forget when I'm drinking
Know I'm behind on what one would refer to as thinking
And I still can't find my way home, though the red lights are blinking
I know my life, and Jesus, I'm sad
When it all goes it black
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You're Navarone
02:23
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You're like a fortress carved way up high
In some Mediterranean mountainside
So tough even Anthony Quinn was denied
And I can't take you - you're Navarone
Roman nose and those guns are long range
Impregnable except that once in the rain
Your pulchritude of universal acclaim
And I can't take you - you're Navarone
Evening lights ring around you when I stumble home
While I was out I found two reasons to love you more
I love the way that you handled the calls
When I was laid up in Glendale hospital
Thinking of you kept me from climbing the walls
And I can't take you - you're Navarone
Evening lights ring around you when I stumble home
While I was out I found three reasons to love you more
You're so high I can't even see
My most advantageous opportunity
I can't believe you ever pedaled by me
And I can't take you - you're Navarone
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Pretty ballerina in her new swimsuit
Pretty ballerina and she knows she's cute
Oh no - here comes Fern, Destroyer of Worlds!
Pretty ballerina in her new pink dress
Understated smile 'cause she knows we're impressed
Oh no - here comes Fern, Destroyer of Worlds!
Even though I've read her stories, our nights are without end
Although I know it's almost midnight, I can't combine our medicine
Pretty ballerina in her new nightgown
An animal at sea with submersibles aground
Oh no - here comes Fern, Destroyer of Worlds!
Even though I've read her stories, our nights are without end
Lord I know it's almost morning, authorities couldn't apprehend again
Pretty ballerina in her new swimsuit
Pretty ballerina and she knows she's cute
Oh no - here comes Fern, Destroyer of Worlds!
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Dreaming in Humidity
02:47
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I was dreaming in humidity, you were sitting right up next to me
Nothing sad, nothing ever wondered
I was living in another state, you was thinking I could navigate
What we held, would we hold it under?
You were never alone, far from me
You knew me too well
Feeling the great unknown
I would die for the day for the number
I was never gonna let you down, tired of seeing you get talked around
Don't be mad, duck behind the thunder
You were never alone, far from me
You knew me too well
Feel I'd crumble alone, never see
All reason withheld
Stumble around on my own, never free
Reliving farewell
Nights afraid that you'd flown
I would die for the day, we're going under
I was dreaming in humidity
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14. |
Love, Supplied
04:31
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You get too old to plug your guitar
You get too drunk to drive your own car
And too dedicated to know where you are
Right now
Hit 42, careened 43
Wrapped 44 right around a tree
Too dedicated to know what you mean
Out loud
But you hold me and I feel love, supplied
What you told me, slowly
Gets my solid state to stay unbowed
Where have I gone what did I do
All of the signs point right back you
The one true thing that I have accrued
Our love
Collapse into hope hold onto our life
Unclasp the fear that stabs like a knife
You get too old you get to what's right
It's enough
But you hold me and I feel love, supplied
What you told me, slowly
Gets my solid state to stay unbowed
When I'm at the end, will I be a ghost?
And haunt you when I need you the most
You sense and say "I'm not indisposed"
My love
But you hold me and I feel love, supplied
What you told me, slowly
Gets my solid state to stay unbowed
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J.P. Cregan Los Angeles, California
J.P. achieved early fame as a child dynamite fisherman, competing in televised "Blow Ups" on Virginia Beach Public Access TV. Then he was a latch-key kid. As a teen, he lived in Arlington, VA, where he ran for his life from packs of untamed, extremely caucasian upper-middle class Straight Edge kids. John escaped to L.A. to go the film school founded by the Executive Producer of Howard the Duck. ... more
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