1. |
Make Believe
03:49
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Make Believe
I need you, you need me
To make the songs you hear for free
Like the earth, when it was new
Land of milk & honey too
I was born to live between
Turntable and the mp3
Generation X to you
Who can tell what a dream can do?
Don’t believe
Don't believe
Don’t believe, make believe
Make my day, make it, make it
Casio and a VISA debt
A 4-track and a Memorex
Failed every music class I took
Couldn’t play by the music books
Bought a mic with my wedding cash
Learned to mix, learned to track
Wrote the words I had to sing
Learned some chords, did my own thing
Don’t believe
Don't believe
Don’t believe, make believe
Make my day, make it, make it
Smooth cats with their shiny feeds
Passin round the new disease
Give it up for stolen hooks
Pickpockets on pocketbooks
On the road, livin’ the dream
In my discount limousine
Playing clubs, playing bars
Record stores and house parties
Don’t believe
Don't believe
Don’t believe, make believe
Make my day, make it, make it
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2. |
People of the Sun
03:47
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People of the Sun
Some of them sleep in houses
Some sleep with someone else
Some crash on others couches
This is where they do their feeding
Some obsess about their eating
This is how they stay alive
Some think only of breeding
This is how they multiply
People take a stand
People turn and run
People of the people of the Sun
Some of them are through
Some have just begun
People of the people of the Sun
Hate is in the hands of haters
Fate is in the hands of fate
Saving’s not just for saviors
It’s for deals and dollar stores
Money is the main religion
One god, with many names
It’s a cult of strong opinions
This is how they make it rain
People take a stand
People turn and run
People of the people of the Sun
Some of them are through
Some have just begun
People of the people of the Sun
Some of them are kind of shady
Some of them will take the fifth
Some of them will keep a secret
Some don’t know where to keep it
Some are dated, Some are dating
Some are on the bedroom floor
Getting laid, or simply waiting
For the one, or two or more
People take a stand
People turn and run
People of the people of the Sun
Some of them are through
Some have just begun
People of the people of the Sun
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3. |
Thousand Island
01:19
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4. |
Fahrenheit 450
02:35
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Fahrenheit 450
They took the stars
Took the stripes
Took the torch
Killed the lights
And every night
They sold the parts
Piece by piece
They auctioned off
A statue built for liberty:
Fahrenheit 450
They took the press
And they took the court
Took the house
And the whole report
Took our bodies
Took our friends
Took our kids
And took them again
All I hear. All I read:
Fahrenheit 450
They took to greed
And called it great
Turned back the clock
To ‘88
Cut their deals
Bribed the rats
New hotels
And baseball hats
Locked the gates
To the land of the free:
Fahrenheit 450
Stolen stock
And foreign debt
They paid us back
With daily threats
Took our time
and took our tax
Took the oil
And they hit the gas
Mined the land and raised the sea:
Fahrenheit 450
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5. |
Space Tango
01:30
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6. |
Valentine
03:35
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Valentine
The grass is greener
The sun is brighter
The sea is wider
The skies are violet now
The fruit is sweeter
The smoke is clearer
The stakes are higher
The truth is bluer now
Valentine
Valentine
Every night and every morning
Valentine
Valentine
Into love I keep on falling
On this lonely planet
We are dependent
Our lives are rented
No one owns this home
The roots are deeper
In this ancient theater
We could spend our lives here
There is no other stage
Valentine
Every night and every morning
Valentine
Valentine
Valentine
Into love I keep on falling
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7. |
Drastic Measures
01:41
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8. |
Gods of Survival
02:34
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Gods of Survival
I talk in my sleep to
the gods of survival
Some walk among us, some
fly when they travel
They work 9 to 5
Watch games at night
They eat and they dream
repeat in the morning
I play it safe
And I play it sweet
In the downtown heat
I could be your sister
Your mother or father
They check their accounts
How much they amount to
Gods of survival
Please take me with you
To the mountains of cash
To the walls and the rooves
To decks and to showers
Warm beds and good news
I play it safe
And I play it sweet
In the downtown heat
I could be your sister
Your mother or father
I used to get angry
But now I sing
Play my guitar
In cars that I borrow
In cars I return
To gods of survival
I don’t leave a trace
Parked in the shadows
I play it safe
And I play it sweet
In the downtown heat
I could be your sister
Your mother or father
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9. |
Tourist Attraction
01:46
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10. |
The Same Mistake
03:37
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The Same Mistake
The van was packed
We were on the road
Forgot some gear, so we doubled back
Traffic jam all the way to Reno
Found the casino
We loaded in
Played for seniors and regulars
Played for poker and slot machines
Played for jacks, kings & queens
Cold barstools & a round of drinks
I won’t make the same mistake
Don’t think twice
I won’t make the same mistake
Don’t think twice
Took two days to reach the Midwest
Played 3 sets at a college party
The Magic Mushroom Surfin Safari
I forgot the chords, Forgot the songs
Remembered words, but not the rite ones
Took a whole week to find our drummer
Down the block, in a stolen hammock
Singing like an eagle from another planet
I won’t make the same mistake
Don’t think twice
I won’t make the same mistake
Don’t think twice
Found New York in a thunderstorm
A basement club, a flooded floor
Stay with me, there’s even more
The doorman flaked. Our drummer quit
Pictures I paint are accurate
Names were changed and some were cut
That’s how it all went up in flames
I’ve got no one but myself to blame
I won’t make the same mistake
Don’t think twice
I won’t make the same mistake
Don’t think twice
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11. |
End of the Lie
02:34
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End of the Lie
I was out walking the sky started dropping into
A line of horizon where fire escaped from the sun
Stars came to life like cold satellites on the run
For years they’ve been saying they’re just constellating
End of the lie
Forests may fall. On knees we will crawl into
The very first cave where original raves went down
To rebuild an ark out of Golden Gate Park and the zoo
To save the divine from the ending of time
End of the lie
It’s time for a hero, it’s time for a champion
A master detective, One who uncovers the clues
Who won’t let us down. Unlike myself or you
To solve the great crime of linear time
End of the lie
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12. |
Last Resort
02:08
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13. |
Thanks a Million
02:37
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Thanks a Million
I’ve got my legs
I’ve got my spine
Got my heart
And I’ve got mine
They’ve all been broken
But now they’re fixed
Even more than
I could have hoped for
I have a wife
And I have a son
They share a number
And that number is one
I’ve got some friends
Who lift me up
When I’m down
On my good luck
I’ve got a job
It brings in cash
I try to make it
L a s t
I’ve got some songs
In my studio
I’ve made some plays
and some videos
I’ve met people
Who believe in me
When I get lost
In my own daydreams
I’ve got my parents
and a brother Jeff
My mother passed
But her life was blessed
I thank the world
For occasional signs
I give thanks
For my life & times
I try to give
I attempt to love
The earth below
and the sun above me
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