1. |
Carly H Boone
02:51
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I won’t work
For the online store
I won’t work
There no more
My online orders barely covered by that payslip
I’m gonna lose - my prime membership
I won’t work
For the online store
I won’t work
There no more
The role of consumer and worker has merged
As commodity fetishism has emerged
I won’t work
For the online store
I won’t work
There no more
Local governments made a deal and lost control
Tax breaks for the rich – community lost its soul
I won’t work
For the online store
I won’t work
There no more
Local stores are closing down due to lack of income
Free market ain’t free when the online company come
I won’t work
For the online store
I won’t work
There no more
Only work going is for the online company
It’s a shame what folks will do for the sake of making money
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I won’t work
For the online store
I won’t work
There no more
Too many useless things resulting in too many useless people
Consumerism has left us wanting and unequal
I won’t work
For the online store
I won’t work
There no more
Need to buy more stuff so my family can feel fulfilled
Desires for commercialism can never be killed
I’m gonna work
For the online store
I’m gonna work
Forevermore
I’m gonna work
For the online store
I’m gonna work
Forevermore
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2. |
Papa Dixon
02:52
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It’s hard to be a rebel
when no one gives a fuck
When no one’s listenin’ anymore
you’re plum out of luck
There was a time when people
cared about your heedless ways
But time has turned concerns to scorn:
you’ve passed your glory days
It’s hard to be a rebel
when no one gives a fuck
Your antics ain’t romantic,
you just sound like a schmuck
You once sowed your wild oats
but now the crops turned bad
Quickly suicidal provocateur
turn into dull and sad
It’s hard to be a rebel
when no one gives a fuck
Your poetry is boring,
your raisin’ hell is stuck
You left chaos in your wake
in the selfish pursuit of fun
But you’re less the drunken rockstar;
more the annoying alcy scum
It’s hard to be a rebel
when no one gives a fuck
Your nihilistic nonsense
has stopped runnin’ amok
You turned your back so many times
now your back is on the floor
Don’t matter much what you won’t do
You’re not wanted anymore
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3. |
Wyatt LeDoux
02:19
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I burned my plasma screen
I burned the washing machine
I burned my sofa set
I burned my shih tzu pet
I burned my faux-Persian shag
I burned my Cath Kitson bag
I burned my leather chair
I burned my coat of mink hair
I burned my standing lamp
I burned my fender champ
I burned my playstation
I face the accusation
I got the insurance fraud blues
I got the insurance fraud blues
I burned my copper pans
I burned my Jay-pan fans
I burned all my DVDs
I burned my fridge and freeze
I burned my royal mint
I burned my Picasso print
I burned my Audi car
I burned my Gretsch guitar
I burned my power shower
I burned my rare orchid flower
I burned my Tom Ford suit
I could be destitute
I got the insurance fraud blues
I got the insurance fraud blues
I burned my lawn mower
I burned my leaf blower
I burned my mounted stag head
I burned my double bed
I burned my oriental vase
I burned my ornamental glass
I burned my walk-in wardrobe
I burned my drinks cabinet globe
I burned my kitchen knives
I burned my trophy wife
I burned my home gym
Brother, I burned my everything!
I got the insurance fraud blues
I got the insurance fraud blues
I got the insurance fraud blues
I got the insurance fraud blues
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4. |
Lil' Dolores O'Riley
03:19
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A child that was lost
What’s hidden in the frost?
Last seen by edge of the saw mill
A broken doll
Notes hidden in the wall
Some things we’re never meant to find
That lost little child
Hasn’t been seen in a while
Somewhere outside of town
A body never found
Is it hidden in the ground?
The whole town searched for any sign
Faces looks the same
They need someone to blame
And evidence is something you can come by
The police report
A case cut short
Somewhere outside of town
The family won’t quit
Who’s the real culprit?
They say the killer had one misty eye
The case re-opened
But you can’t fix what was broken
And 10 years is a long time to live
Witness since dead
Can’t take back what was said
Somewhere outside of town
Mother disappeared
Was it guilt or was it fear?
We’ll never know where that money came from
Found a schoolbag with a letter
The truth can’t make it better
It read: “The king in yellow comes for me”
Maybe it was him
But evidence is slim
Somewhere outside of town
Severed wings of a swan
The tragedy lingers on
The authorities ain’t looking too close
Anyone who knew the truth
Never had any kind of proof
And nobody has seen them in years
A ribbon of black hair
All the answers are out there
Somewhere outside of town
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5. |
Kitchener Leslie
01:36
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Welcome to the neighbourhood
I’m having a Bar-Be-Queue
We can watch TV Sports
Funny slogan on ma T-shirts
I’ll turn the A.C on
We’ll eat chips and dips
Doctor says I’m overweight
Full of ign’rance & hate
I don’t trust the gov’ment
I don’t trust the scientist
I don’t trust the TV news
I got myself they Flat-Earth blues
The whole darn country’s gone to shit
And all them lot are in on it
I don’t believe a word they tell
And I don’t buy the shit they sell
I like ta hit my kids
Inside the megastore
I never understood
How to raise ‘em good
Is pro-wrestling real?
Well it’s real to me!
News leave me perplexed
All liberal pretext
I don’t trust the gov’ment
I don’t trust the scientist
I don’t trust the TV news
I got myself they Flat-Earth blues
The whole darn country’s gone to shit
And all them lot are in on it
I don’t believe a word they tell
And I don’t buy the shit they sell
We’ll grill meat and tater
I’ll show you my big gun
I know the second segment
Of the second amendment
I don’t want for much
A libertarian state
My country to be free
and a big-ass plasma TV
I don’t trust the gov’ment
I don’t trust the scientist
I don’t trust the TV news
I got myself they Flat-Earth blues
The whole darn country’s gone to shit
And all them lot are in on it
I don’t believe a word they tell
And I don’t buy the shit they sell
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6. |
Harper Jean
03:04
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Well they stole the car around twenty to three
The night that Harper Jean died
After the bar closed they both took some E
The night that Harper Jean died
He was 18 and settled on being a soldier
The night that Harper Jean died
She was only 16 and anxious to be older
The night that Harper Jean died
Crash and burn
In a silver ford fiesta
Crush and burn in a ford
She never liked school and refused to practice
The night that Harper Jean died
She thought maybe she could be a model or actress
The night that Harper Jean died
He seemed different from the other boys she’d met
The night that Harper Jean died
An air of maturity and a smell of cigarettes
The night that Harper Jean died
Crash and burn
In a silver ford fiesta
Crash and burn in a ford
No one before payed her very much mind
The night that Harper Jean died
She dreamed of leaving this whole damn world behind
The night that Harper Jean died
The whole world was out there past these little town streets
The night that Harper Jean died
But she’ll never make it any further than that driver seat
The night that Harper Jean died
Crash and burn
In a silver ford fiesta
Crash and burn in a ford
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7. |
Sheriff Skinner
01:32
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You were looking through some old boxes of stuff ‘n’ junk
Makin’ room and clearin’ space
And you know, if-in you don’t come across this here old photograph
A picture of yourself from years gone back
Your hair was better then and your clothes look foolish now
…still just a child
But you thought you were much older at the time
The picture betrays an innocence though that perhaps only those from a higher vantage can spot. Something about the self-conscious smile maybe.
Beautiful though
Proof: you were younger once
Heck…you were a baby even at one time
Not anymore
A reminder
You are not eternal
Everything changes
Everything ends
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8. |
Colton Clyde
04:07
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I lost my job and moved back home with my folks
Don’t look at me that way I’ve already heard all the jokes
I don’t have to pay no rent, my dad lets me use the car
I’m totally broke with no hope but I drive a jaguar
The ruinous financial landscape has left this town in strife
A tale as old as the world and as strange as life
It comes at night, it comes at night, the knowledge that you’re doomed to live out your pathetic life
From noon I go to the bar spend by day just criticizing
Were we at school together? Boy you got shoulders like the horizons
I can’t pay for your drinks but I got a unique fellatin’ technique
Let’s celebrate together I got an interview for a job this week
You’re married, huh? A little dog and a little wife
A tale as old as the world and as strange as life
It comes at night, it comes at night, the knowledge that you’re doomed to live out your pathetic life
The high street is a mess with boarded up windas and doors
Being out a work this long I can’t take it no more
I was always insecure and I lacked any aspiration
Ain’t no jobs going for someone trained in administration
I went online and bought sleeping pills and a knife
A tale as old as the world and as strange as life
I went to the river to pray
I went to the river to pray
I went to the river to pray
The new build construction workers chased me away
It comes at night, it comes at night, the knowledge that you’re doomed to live out your pathetic life
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9. |
Rex Hooper
03:35
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Dreamin’ out the window past the buzzards and the dust
She blew into the saloon with out-a-town dirt on her boots
Hair the colour of the land’s big red hurt low sky
She swayed her way up to the bar and I grappled with unsayably animal temptations
The closest resemblance to femininity that Rex Hooper’s ever known
Let me buy you another pitcher of beer, let ride you home
I’m desirous to love you, girl you making love feel like brand-new
I got poetic burnin’s and a yearnin’s to saddle up beside you
Just a cowboy in love
I’m a cowboy in love
A shape that matched the topology of the land
Eyes like geometry; A Euclidian beauty
Life-threateningly buxom; Come-hitherish demeanour
A comeliness of religious implications; Broke the heart of my personal self
The closest resemblance to femininity that Rex Hooper’s ever known
Let me buy you another pitcher of beer, let ride you home
I’m desirous to love you, girl you making love feel like brand-new
I got poetic burnin’s and a yearnin’s to saddle up beside you
Just a cowboy in love
I’m a cowboy in love
I made my inclinations clear; an eau-de-whiskey kinda wooing
She gave a special sensuous yet sympathetic smile
She put a hand on my equipment and told me the price of her trade
I love a lady who can take financial agency over her own loveliness
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10. |
Rev Jackson
01:54
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I'm trying to communicate,
To tell you how I feel,
Though my lips are moving,
The meaning isn't real,
I can't speak - my tongue is in a mess,
I can't find the words to express.
I wish knew the language,
Between your heart and mine,
A syntax for understanding,
Some legible sign,
All these faulty lyrics: I’m trying finesse,
But I can't find the words to express.
I'm looking for forgiveness,
Of all my former crimes,
But "sorry" doesn't cut it,
I'll need a better line,
Nothing ever changes whenever I confess,
I can't find the words to express.
We stand side by side,
But the distance is so vast,
A moment of recognition,
A connection lost too fast,
There's a misery inside me I'm trying to suppress,
But I can't find the words to express.
I talk and talk,
Not saying anything,
And what I'm trying to say,
Ain't something one can sing,
I'm holding back the tears from life's meaninglessness,
And I can't find the words to express.
I can’t find the words
I can’t find the words
I can’t find the words
To express
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11. |
Jubilee Taylor
01:21
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I used to go out Saturday night
I used to go out Sunday
Now I’m online every night
From Monday through till Monday
Swing and turn Jubilee
Live and learn Jubilee
I liked and shared the things I liked
I blocked the things I didn’t
I sometimes said things I don’t mean
But I was only kiddin’
Swing and turn Jubilee
Live and learn Jubilee
I posted up bigoted jokes
To laugh at those who thought I meant it
Stoopid folks were dumb enough
To re-post and defend it
Swing and turn Jubilee
Live and learn Jubilee
I got some hate sent from folk
And got some love from others
I blocked the haters once for all
And re-posted my brothers
Swing and turn Jubilee
Live and learn Jubilee
It started out as just a joke
But eventually did I mean it?
The two sides are shifting out
And no ones left between it
Swing and turn Jubilee
Live and learn Jubilee
Was this always how it happened
When views get so extreme
Now far right and partisan
For a place amongst a team
Swing and turn Jubilee
Live and learn Jubilee
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12. |
Jim Billy
03:30
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Turn the hands back on the clock
Look the other ways
Pretending of a long-lost time
And better yesterdays
When we were young
And everything was new
it was so big that I was afraid
Afraid of what to do
I saw the walls right and left
They were so far away
I move towards them step by step
They narrow every day
I move forward to see what’s there
Walls to either side
Everything is getting small
The world is not so wide
long walls have narrowed quick
I’ve almost reached the end
Though I feared it on the way
Can this road extend
Never enough life
Minutes don’t sit still
Time doesn’t give us what we want
Time gives what it will
While everything keeps changing
The past stays the same
All the ways we can’t take back
We have ourselves to blame
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13. |
Pepsi Jane
01:27
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I know a girl: lives in a motel room
Little Pepsi Jane
Never knew her daddy and she left home soon
Little Pepsi Jane
Oh Little Pepsi
Little Pepsi Jane
Her room’s in the shadow of a tourist trap
Little Pepsi Jane
She spends what she has on weed and tats
Little Pepsi Jane
Oh Little Pepsi
Little Pepsi Jane
Worked for a spell serving up fast food
Little Pepsi Jane
She got fired for takin’ home trashed goods
Little Pepsi Jane
Oh Little Pepsi
Little Pepsi Jane
Can’t pay the rent, can’t pay her debt
Little Pepsi Jane
So she sells her body on the internet
Little Pepsi Jane
Oh Little Pepsi
Little Pepsi Jane
She had a baby with what’s-his-name
Little Pepsi Jane
She prays her daughter don’t end up the same
Little Pepsi Jane
Oh Little Pepsi
Little Pepsi Jane
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14. |
Judge Hodge
02:57
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There is a meanness in man that you must understand
He who made the lamb had the devil by his hand
Men are born with a game for war in their souls
A need for the game that he cannot controls
Man is mortal and man is flawed
War is eternal and war is god
Don’t it matter what you thinkin’ war is hell
War endures: a truth history tells
Before there was man, war waited for him
Wetted morals can’t fight the fires within
Man is mortal and man is flawed
War is eternal and war is god
Merit of a game is value of its loss
The greater victory the greater the cost
All games aspire to wars conditions
One man’s glory is another’s submission
Man is mortal and man is flawed
War is eternal and war is god
Man’s ultimate game is resistance
War forced the unity of existence
Trial of chance or the soldiers call
War swallows game, player and all
Man is mortal and man is flawed
War is eternal and war is god
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15. |
Wade Jameson Jr
03:49
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Known locally as semi-divine
Wade Jameson Jr was a hero a-mine
Whom even the high winds decline to mess
When it comes to bad men W. Jr was the best
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
Don’t wanna be me; Wade, I wanna be you
Pubic by ten; swarthy by thirteen
Turned over his cherry to our art teacher Miss Jean
In the year since he’s left many a beauty behind
They now all hum love-songs of the un-requiting kind
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
Don’t wanna be me; Wade, I wanna be you
When he walks by ladies feel behoved to sit down
Closest thing to handsome that come close to this town
At the state fair he beat the shit out of a bull
Greatest football player to ever attend high school
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
Don’t wanna be me; Wade, I wanna be you
At 18 he left for one a them foreign wars
When he came back he was more god than was befores
There soon came stories of how his heroism excels
Through sheer persuasion he turned the enemy on their selves
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
Don’t wanna be me; Wade, I wanna be you
He settled down with his sweetheart B.J. duBoise
They ran a farm economic condition real nice
They bought a big house and a fine piece of earth
Over the years B.J. gave some five boys birth
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
Don’t wanna be me; Wade, I wanna be you
Don’t hear o’ Wade now; ain’t much around
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Older now but once a hero of mine
I must remember to stop-by - see him some time
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
I wanna be Wade Jameson Jr
Don’t wanna be me; Wade, I wanna be you
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