1. |
FunkaReggDiddy
07:13
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2. |
Moving On
05:01
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On the twisted molding
Sits an elfin mite too proud to play
There’s a little voice on
Spins my radio dial every day
Run another number
Find another fake happy DJ
Season losing interest
Lover tells me she feels the same way
I will be moving on-
-Rolling the tuner, advancing the station
-The shorter the static, the smoother the sail
Time to be moving on-
-Pain and regret are not on my dial
-A luckier lady occasion will hail
Stamp the daily time freeze
Start another shiftless joy delay
Mind the seconds crawling
Never mind the shameful hourly pay
Once the quitting hour
Watch the boss decide weekend’s in play
Used to be a motive
To celebrate the week’s last working day
I will be moving on-
-Turning the page, advancing the timeline
-The nearer and clearer, the briefer the sting
Time to be moving on-
-Pleading and scraping not on my agenda
-A seemly direction my fortune will bring
Used to be a time when
To you my deepest fears I would convey
Opened up your measure
Swallowed in the thirst of my dismay
Soon you had me helpless
Never let me stand a level day
Drown my private sorrows
But now I’m walking soberly away
I will be moving on-
Time to be moving on-
-Ditching the caster and draining the well
-The sooner the exit, the cleaner the way
-Doubt and confusion can’t wash me aside
-A saner prescription will carry the day
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3. |
We Did
06:16
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Another day's last breath without you
and the riddle goes still unsolved
I'd strike a candle and dream about you
but I feel there's no light at all
Take me back just one more mile
Reassure me with your smile
When I remember all the things we did
I'm torn between a tear and shifty grin
Long for the days when not a care prevail
We did it all - it seems as if a tale
The memory steals away like a thief
I seize the moment knowing life is brief
It always makes me feel just like a kid
to reminisce about the things we did
My nerve and poise stood strong beside you
What a wide world within our swing
You looked after me, and sometimes I you
Roam the town like a pair of kings
Send me back just one more time
Stoke the gathering with your mind
When I recall the magic turns we’d know
I reach the sky above, then hell below
Halfway between dead end and giddy spin
Long for the days when doubt we cast to wind
I seize the moment because life is brief
A glimpse of you with me, I'm over the grief
It makes me feel just like a kid again,
evoking scenes from all the things we did
When I recall the wondrous things we did
I'm torn between heartache and silly grin
I miss the days when not a care prevail
We did it all, it seems just like a tale
The memory steals away like a thief
I seize the moment because life is brief
It always makes me feel I'm young again
to reminisce about the things we did
I know you're watching and want to tell me
For your wisdom it’s never too late
I say this now, lest my words fail me
You're still here, in a different state
Amplify the story line
Illuminate us with your shine
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4. |
Huzza!
05:29
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5. |
Sidewalkin
06:43
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Down by the light
the other night
I'm have myself a brew
When come along
a steamy song
Tight skirt & feathered 'do
Just swing them hips
and purse them lips
while silky passin by
A pretty thing
whose body sing
and face bright up the sky
I stand a spell
cinch in my belt
and brushin off my slacks
Kick out my wings
tuck in my things
and strut it to the max
I was sidewalkin
Now first this dish
do make me wish
I crawl me in a hole
With glance so cool
I feel a fool
Sweep up my shattered soul
But little g
he tuggin me
to give the college try
This pretty thing
who body sing
and face bright up the sky
With gumption paste
across my face
I drop my chillest line
And I'll be damned
if she don't slam
the brakes run up my spine
I was sidewalkin
Forward to the night
our date in sight
I pick her up at nine
She lookin stack
front, top & back
and face bright up the sky
To dine we head
and after fed
a hoppin joint to dance
We movin smooth
in our own groove
an’ bout to take a chance
The case highlight
Late on the night
a tumble in the make
She over me
I'm all in she
and room about us shake
Our first time done
The second, fun
and round the post for three
She most elate
Euphoric state
Did shout the board with glee
In time she spoke
mulled on a smoke
and smiled her satisfy
She think I'm done
in three, two, one
but little g ain't shy
Come morning sun
my quit know none
A record-settin pace
An all-time high
I touch the sky
and do bright up her face
When last we knew
and bid adieu
She exit with a sigh
With saunter, sleek
and rosy cheek
she strollin on the sly
She was sidewalkin
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6. |
Doodle
04:21
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7. |
Thinking About It
06:54
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8. |
Still
06:41
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I am come alive
Such an apt arrive
Creature of design
Don’t believe the lie
Still, so still
I am still so still
Count the beasts arrive
Undermine the sky
Watch their shadows fly
Wish on us goodbye
Still, so still
I am still so still
Change betray third eye
Don’t forget deny
Time to face no lie
Peer beyond awry
Still, unstill
You are still unstill
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9. |
Ho Hum
05:10
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10. |
The Cloud
03:19
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11. |
Another Thought
04:35
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12. |
Awe
04:43
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13. |
End to Beginning
05:59
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Lyrics by Austin C. Thompson
Light beam overhead
A prophet has arrived
Over the green, high hills
he has walked near the
brown bridges over
grey murky waters
A town he walked toward,
buildings soft and quaint
Pathway he walked upon
While laughter roared above
The prophet seized none
Many have wandered away
He stood to prepare
With a script forever unread
On the central plaza
He looked around to see
A town he walked toward,
buildings soft and quaint
One day he awoke
Kneeling in a grotto
To hear a strike of lightning
He ran onward to town
To see with sharp eyes
Torn, bloodied canvas
Fleeing crowds ran across
He looked around to see
A town he walked toward
A vast lake of ashes
Entwined with the finest green
A tall wall stands over
A plush clean carpet
A black spider crawled
From a dangling web
To gaze at a distant blur
The prophet walked to see
A fresh, renewed canvas
The prophet danced in the ravine
A new dawn struck a cord
That played in his heart
For a time too long to recall
The spider then crawled
The prophet stood head high
With proud astonishment
He saw a shining path
Hit upon his eyes
A town he walked toward
Toward a town he walked
He walked toward a town
A town he walked toward
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14. |
Waves
06:40
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Phil Thompson Albuquerque, New Mexico
99-year-old white male. Six foot two, three. No pants, unkempt... portly.
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