1. |
Don't Hurt Yourself
04:11
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"Don't Hurt Yourself"
[Kent]
Don't hurt yourself/ Don't give your love to somebody else/ Search the scene of the crime for evidence/ till you find some common sense/ Don't hurt yourself...
Don't hurt yourself/ Don't give your love to somebody else/ Don't testify to the lies misremembered/ as July love perjures September/ Don't hurt yourself...
Put your hands up/ and step away from the heartbreak/ Freeze!/ I said Freeze!/ and I meant it/ Please/ Don't hurt yourself/ Put your hands up/ Step away from the heartbreak/ Freeze!/ I said Freeze!/ and I meant it/ Please/ Don't hurt yourself…
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2. |
Beach Summer Zombies
04:32
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"Beach Summer Zombies"
[Kent]
The sky is a sunny blue/ The ocean, an ocean hue/ Beachcombing people slow down/ and stroll as beachcombing people do/ becoming infected, resurrected/ undead for a lively day or two
Beach Summer Zombies/ in the sunshine/ High tide/ Low tide/ Burnt limbs and backsides/ Beach Summer Zombies/ in the sunshine/ High tide/ Low tide/ Burnt limbs and backsides/ Beach Summer Zombies/ Can’t stay away/ They've overrun Seaside/ on a beautiful day…
Hi-rise hotel cleaning crew/ Keep them creatures passing through/ Kites and seagulls erratically circle/ surveying the sandy slough/ of smiling, shaded walkers/ searching the sand for brains and a clue
Beach Summer Zombies/ in the sunshine/ High tide/ Low tide/ Burnt limbs and backsides/ Beach Summer Zombies/ in the sunshine/ High tide/ Low tide/ Burnt limbs and backsides/ Beach Summer Zombies/ Can’t stay away/ They've overrun Seaside/ on a beautiful day…
Gift shop survivors/ behind cash registers/ can't hold out much longer/from the undead press/ Saltwater taffy girls/ can't scream and clutch their pearls/ Didn't leave when they had a chance, I guess/ Oh ho! The locals suffer such horrible stress/ from us
Beach Summer Zombies/ in the sunshine/ High tide/ Low tide/ Burnt limbs and backsides/ Beach Summer Zombies/ in the sunshine/ High tide/ Low tide/ Burnt limbs and backsides/ Beach Summer Zombies/ Can’t stay away/ They've overrun Seaside/ on a beautiful day…
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3. |
Dodged a Bullet
04:57
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"Dodged a Bullet"
[Kent]
She made a fine start/straight from the heart/ "How can I be of service?"/ 'fore too long I realized/ the sweet young thing/ putting a spring/ in my step sorta made me nervous/ She sorta made me nervous/ But I dodged a bullet/ Dodged a bullet
At first I hear/sweet and low in my ear/ "Cmon and give me a chance,"/ 'fore too long I realized/ that same someone/ was pointing a gun/ at my feet drawlin' "Dance."/ at my feet drawlin' "Dance." / But I dodged a bullet/ Dodged a bullet
Yes I did once again/ dodged a bullet just then/ Dodged a bullet with my name on it/ As I sat to compose for her a sonnet/ I heard the slug buzz by/ and ricochet off a hanging skillet/ That second/ did I reckon/ that I'd/ dodged a bullet...
She said to me /"Sugar, try to understand..."/ I shot back "Hell, Yes, I will!"/ 'fore too long I realized/ the deed to my land/ was in her one hand/ and the other was deep in my till/ the other was deep in my till/ but I dodged a bullet/ Dodged a bullet
Yes I did, Damn I'm good, huh/ Dodged a bullet, thank the Buddha/ Dodged a bullet with my name on it/ as I stooped to pick for her a blue bonnet/ I heard it whiz past into the yard/ and change a rooster into a pullet/ Only then did I ken that I/ dodged a bullet...
I believe I wear my heart on my sleeve/or maybe it's more like a can on a fence/Anytime a lady
draws a bead on me/my duckin' and my twistin' commence/and I dodge them bullets
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4. |
The Doctor Shrugs
03:57
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"The Doctor Shrugs"
[Kent]
Everybody's suffering/ Everybody's googling/ Everybody's second guessing/ his overpriced education/
So he stands clear and stares/ and the nurse gets extra chairs/ Tries to sound like he cares/ and avoid litigation
The doctor shrugs/ Can't recommend/ Everywhere he sees/ another dead end…
Time to test and test and test/ Make believe meticulousness/Take blood and all the rest/ Take their time and your money/
Make a date with millirems/ Specify more specimens/Sink some so-called “supplements” / till you smoke something funny
The doctor shrugs/ Can't recommend/ Everywhere he sees/ another dead end…
Government virulent/ Corporations corpulent/ Bankruptcy imminent/ Malpractice due again/
Professional pusher, numb/ to the rotten kingdom come/ Preventative he knows/ oh he knows/ is just pretend
The doctor shrugs/ Can't recommend/ Everywhere he sees/ another dead end…
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5. |
Crazy Eyes
05:13
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"Crazy Eyes"
[Kent]
Cover girl/ Perfect skin/ Sassy hair/ Lexus Lips/Shapely and slim/...Cover girl/ Perfect skin/ Sassy hair/ Lexus Lips/ Shapely and slim/
It's a knockout/ Count to ten/ It's a knockout/ But then again.../ Crazy eyes
Milky white/ all the way around the pupil/ with a slight/ jitter/ and a ghastly glitter/
I would otherwise fall in love/ I hope you realize/ but for your Crazy eyes…
MBA/ in a thong/ No tattoos/ Walks so right but talks so wrong/... MBA/ in a thong/ No tattoos/ Walks so right and talks so wrong/
It's a done deal/ Dip the pen/It's a done deal/ But then again.../ Crazy eyes
Milky white/ all the way around the pupil/ with a slight/ jitter/ and a ghastly glitter/
I would otherwise fall in love/ I hope you realize/ but for your Crazy eyes…
Crazy eyes will take your castle/ Crazy eyes will warp your brain/ till you're way more insane than her/ And you're/
one of them guys/ looking through the bottom of the bottle/ for crazy eyes /looking through the bottom of the bottle/ for crazy eyes
Milky white/ all the way around the pupil/ with a slight/ jitter/ and a ghastly glitter/
I would otherwise fall in love/ I hope you realize/ but for your Crazy eyes…
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6. |
Up and Coming Unglued
04:54
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"Up and Coming Unglued"
[Kent]
City paper said it/ The Mercury, too/ My band is the best/ We're one of the few/ destined for greatness/ but just between me/
rock history and you
I see big time cracks and crevasses/ Steve says he doesn't want to play Manassas/ Chip got a chip on his shoulder as noxious/
as Simon's gas is
Yeah we're up and coming/ coming unglued/ I'm truly bumming cos we're coming unglued/ Heart transplant's a piece of cake nowadays/ but we can't transplant attitudes?/ What's with these dudes?/ Up and coming/ up and coming/ Coming unglued!…
Songwriting credit/ I get it all/ The guys are pissed/ but so much alcohol/ eats up their earnings/ while I make and take/ the blame, the acclaim and the calls
Now the "next big thing" may be to break up/ Steve is still mad cos we won't wear makeup/ Chip and Simon sleep through sound check/ then they wake-and-bake up
Yeah we're up and coming/ coming unglued/ I'm truly bumming cos we're coming unglued/ Heart transplant's a piece of cake nowadays/ but we can't transplant attitudes?/ What's with these dudes?/ Up and coming/ up and coming/ Coming unglued!…
Such a superb rhythm section/ Exquisite song selection/ Each sexy with small imperfections/
God's gift to the music industry/ One mensch, visionary/ but three borderline landmine personalities
Yeah we're up and coming/ coming unglued/ I'm truly bumming cos we're coming unglued/ Heart transplant's a piece of cake nowadays/ but we can't transplant attitudes?/ What's with these dudes?/ Up and coming/ up and coming/ Coming unglued!…
We got it going on/ hey hey hey/ Come on, dumdum don't/ throw it away…
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7. |
Real in a Way
03:16
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"Real in a Way"
[Kent]
She was real in a way/ I could never be/ Phony to an extent I could never see/ Beautiful, perhaps/ but only to me…
Cleaned that closet yesterday/Years of clutter to throw away/ Artifacts of she and I/ gave me pause to chase wherefore and why
Dunno now what made me think/ that she and I should start up something/ Who was I and who was she/ to attract each other so magnetically?
She was real in a way/ I could never be/ Phony to an extent I could never see/ Beautiful, perhaps/ but only to me…
She looked back/ and turned into a pillar of salt/ I looked away/ Hey/ They say/ it's nobody's fault...
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8. |
Road/Home Blues
03:35
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"Road/Home Blues"
[Kent]
I'm going home to toss and turn/ Gonna toss and turn at home/ I'm going home to toss and turn/ Gonna toss and turn at home/ Can't get no sleep in a motel room/ Might as well/ get no sleep at home…
I'm going home to starve to death/ Gonna starve to death at home/ I'm going home to starve to death/ Gonna starve to death at home/ No food fit to eat on the road/ Might as well/ Get all indy-gestive at home…
I'm coming home flat broke again/ Forgotten and or ignored/ I'm coming home flat broke again/ Forgotten and or ignored/ Except for the motel/ Except for the road/ There's no place like home…
There’s no place like home...
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9. |
Is That a Bicycle...?
05:19
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"Is That a Bicycle...?"
[Kent]
Pardon me, old chap/ Is that a bicycle sticking/ out of your ass?/ Clever move/ darting out, outta nowhere/ I was just about to hit the gas/
Like a god/ you think you're immortal/ No nimbus/ just a tiny blue light/ that goes flash/ stuck onto the bicycle sticking/ out of your ass...
Good Lord, old sport/ Is that a bicycle sticking/ out of your ass?/ Superhero in your streamlined spandex/ holding cars up cos you can't go fast/
Like a god/ you model all virtue/ omnipresent/ on streets, sidewalks, and nature paths/ It's your world with that bicycle sticking/ out of your ass...
These roads were made for me and my car/ For car needs/ For car speeds/ But here you are/ Freewheelin'/ Free of tax/ but we’ll agree to give you and yours a pass/ cos you got a blessed bicycle sticking/ out of your ass...
Chop Chop, old top/ Is that a bicycle sticking/ out of your ass?/ You're superior/ to me and my vehicle/ in every way but inertia and mass/
Like a god/ unseen til too late/ Infallible/ and full of it: righteousness and wrath/ Such a load on the bicycle sticking/
out of your ass!...
These roads were made for me and my car/A mishap/ sees me nap/ at worst on an airbag/safety glass all around like stars/
But a slight slip and, best case, your face/ gets a nasty gash/ Worst case gives your brains a dash/ and makes a
pretzel of the bicycle sticking/ out of your ass
Traffic downtown is hell/ where you ring that bell/ on the bicycle sticking/ out of your ass/
Thanks for saving the planet/ Hard to take you for granted/ with that bicycle sticking/ out of your ass…
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10. |
Where I Lost You
04:43
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"Where I Lost You"
[Kent]
I think I walked in right/Your eyes were bright/I thought for sure/ that this would be my night/ but no...
Is it too much to demand/you take me gently by the hand/ back to the conversational crossroad/where I lost you?/As usual, I've got no clue...
Some kind of chill in the air/ A fatal slip somewhere/ All done but the janitor folding chairs/ Oh no...
Is it too much to demand/you take me gently by the hand/ back to the conversational crossroad/where I lost you?/As usual, I've got no clue...
...So was my essay/ brilliant or trite?/ Who knows?
It's give up or improve/ Quicksand but can I move/ in a right way or am I doomed/ to be let down forever?/ To be let down forever?
Is it too much to demand/you take me gently by the hand/ back to the conversational crossroad/where I lost you?/As usual, I've got no clue...
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11. |
Reuben Kincaid
03:59
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"Reuben Kincaid"
[Kent]
I wanna take a second or two/ to thank the guy who/ put me here in front of you/ Reuben Kincaid/
He does so much more than anybody knows/ Taking his fifteen/ and booking my shows/ Plays his cards impossibly close
And while I kill it in the spotlight/ He's murdering a fool who fell asleep in the shade/ It's a one for the money/ Two for me, paid/ and three/ for high-flying, low-swoopin/ Reuben Kincaid…Reuben Kincaid....
And anytime I'm in deep shit/ I call him and pitch a fit/ just as he's about to fuck Bonnie Kleinschmidt/ Reuben Kincaid/
Leaves her horny and he handles things/ Yanks chains and pulls some strings/ Makes rain and canaries sing
And while I kill it in the spotlight/ He's murdering a fool who fell asleep in the shade/ It's a one for the money/ Two for me, paid/ and three/ for high-flying, low-swoopin/ Reuben Kincaid…Reuben Kincaid....
He's dropped every other client/ to make a giant of me/ Reuben Kincaid…Reuben Kincaid/
He's a man with vision/ Commands a division of paparazzi/does Reuben Kincaid...Reuben Kincaid/
Every drop of juice I got, he squeezed/ God blesses me on every sneeze/ Where there's fire he smokes like a Cuban/ my Reuben Kincaid.... Reuben Kincaid…Reuben Kincaid...Reuben Kincaid/
Oh, a lifetime ago/ in the middle of no/ where I kneeled to Christ and I prayed/ "If you really want me somewhere/ Send me someone to take me there,"/ and He answered my prayer/ with Reuben Kincaid
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12. |
So Song Sparrow
04:22
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"So Song Sparrow"
[Kent]
Her wardrobe mirror/ holds a sliver of silvery moon/ in the morning sky/ So, song sparrow/ you sing once again/
for my lovely lady and I?
And I appreciate your tune/ Raising the dawn and resting the Moon/ Sing one more for me/ and one more for her, too/ before you go/ you know/ I love her so/ song sparrow/you know/ I love her so/ song sparrow/ you know/ I love her so/ song sparrow/song sparrow...
Clothes on the floor/ sadly searched out to be re-worn too soon/ Off like you we fly/ So, song sparrow/ will your tour take you ever away/ or will you come back by?
And I appreciate your tune/ Raising the dawn and resting the Moon/ Sing one more for me/ and one more for her, too/ before you go/ you know/ I love her so/ song sparrow/you know/ I love her so/ song sparrow/ you know/ I love her so/ song sparrow/song sparrow...
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13. |
Nowhere But Nashville
03:57
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"Nowhere But Nashville"
[Kent]
Where can a hard rock band/ play to a full grandstand/ of screaming, passionate fans?/ Nowhere but Nashville/
Where can a full retinue/ of Gibson-grinding yahoos/ still sell a million or two?/ Nowhere but Nashville
So my son/ if Queen or the Who/ or Zeppelin sounds like what you wanna do/ Fake an accent and break in some cowboy boots/ Take that classic rock love song along with you/ Molly and Lynrd had a child/ and the damn thing got styled/where the royalties get piled/nowhere but Nashville…
Where’s all the talent found?/ Where has Rock-n-Roll run aground?/ Where is gold still struck in sound?/ Nowhere but Nashville/
The Elvis rock Brits imported/and the Beatles and the Stones exported/is lately greatly recorded/nowhere but Nashville/
Deep fried/Slightly corn-fed/Long live “Red Dirt” Rock instead/Fake an accent and break in some cowboy boots/Whip that screaming solo, bolo, and hoot/Molly and Lynrd had a child/ and the damn thing got styled/ where all the royalties get piled/nowhere but Nashville...
Lenore/ said nobody's ever written a song for/ her/ with her name in it/ with her name in it/
I said, "Hey/ I wrote one back in the day/ and she said “Okay/ but it wasn't a hit/ It wasn’t a hit...”
Sorry, can’t name one act/They all sound the same, that’s a fact/Rock boomerang came back/Nowhere but Nashville/
Better to survive a phony/than be shot for a lame pony/Let the true original roll the first stoney/nowhere but Nashville/
Good to know/ I'll keep that in mind/ and head that way should I be inclined/ to fake an accent and break in some cowboy boots/ while plugging a classic rock love song to the Roots/ But country gone to town fair and square/ all by itself on a tear/with me safe and soundless here/ nowhere near Nashville…
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14. |
Totalitarian Heart
04:36
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"Totalitarian Heart"
[Kent]
I walk the world more freely than most/ A one man band, a noisy ghost/ Sweet land of liberty/ of thee I sing
And I jump to the "Don't tread on me" part/ Ego, going, gone/ off the chart/ Everybody got a totalitarian heart…
You talk the talk, but always stop short/ of tolerance, Free speech you abort/ That fence at the border/ of heresy
Can't keep out the truth, Can't keep in art/ Ego, going, gone/ off the chart/ Everybody got a totalitarian heart…
Logging in/ with logorrhea/ Techno know no sticks and stones/ Words now break minds and bones/ So let's not start/ Like "Avatar,"/ I’ll just say, "I see ya,"/
with your assassin's drone/ and your totalitarian heart…
And I jump to the "Don't tread on me" part/ Ego, going, gone/ off the chart/ Everybody got a totalitarian heart…
Can't keep out the truth, Can't keep in art/ Ego, going, gone/ off the chart/ Everybody got a totalitarian heart…
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Claxton Kent Portland, Oregon
"...I didn't grow up rich, but my father did. He owned a ranch in Texas with over ten thousand dairy cows. Those cows didn't give milk, though, they gave oil. That is a true fact. Those cows were so valuable they weren't branded, they were engraved..." excerpted from Claxton: A Life-like Life. ... more
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