1. |
No More
05:05
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"No More"
[Kent]
I aint…I aint… I aint… I aint...
I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' laid no more/ I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' laid no more/ I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' laid/ "Free love" is far from free, I'm afraid/ I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' laid no more…
From this day forward/ from here on out/ honey have no qualms/ baby be in no doubt:/ I aint a gonna waste away my love or leave no/ lucre lyin' on the floor/ no more/ no more/ nope/ nope/ nope/ nope, no more…
I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' high no more/ I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' high no more/ I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' high/ If I can't stand you straight then buh-bye/ I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' high no more
From this day forward/ from here on out/ honey have no qualms/ baby be in no doubt:/ I aint a gonna waste away my love or leave no/ lucre lyin' on the floor/ no more/ no more/ nope/ nope/ nope/ nope, no more…
I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' rich no more/ I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' rich
no more/ I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' rich/ Every trailer load of gold has got to have a hitch/
I aint a gonna spend a lotto money gettin' rich no more/
From this day forward/ from here on out/ honey have no qualms/ baby be in no doubt:/ I aint a gonna waste away my love or leave no/ lucre lyin' on the floor/ no more/ no more/ nope/ nope/ nope/ nope, no more…
Better to be a quitter/ than to end up in the shitter/ Shoulda shuffled off the sinking' ship a long time before/
swam straight back to shore/said "Nope no more!”/ Nope no more...
I aint... I aint... I aint...
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2. |
Funafuti, Tuvalu
04:34
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"Funafuti, Tuvalu"
[Kent]
Fly me to/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ Whole country will be/ underwater soon/ Tiny government gone overseas/ to bug the big bureaucracies/ about the new wave/ about how to save/ Funafuti, Tuvalu
Tuvalu, Tuvalu/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ Tuvalu, Tuvalu/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ If you can spare a prayer or two/ It’s a miracle they need there, they do/ in Funafuti/ Funafuti, Tuvalu...
Fly me to/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ Whole country will be/sunk like Atlantis soon/ Send the newsmen to ask “How does it feel...?”/ “sur la mer” is so surreal/ Just a submerged steeple/ some boat people/ Funafuti, Tuvalu
Tuvalu, Tuvalu/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ Tuvalu, Tuvalu/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ If you can spare a prayer or two/ It’s a miracle they need there, they do/ in Funafuti/ Funafuti, Tuvalu...
And we’ll sing/ Husbands and wives/ Little children lost their lives/ Ooh!/ It was sad when the waters swallowed/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ Uncles and aunts/ Giant agencies lost their pants/ Ooh!/ It was sad/ So sad/ when Neptune nabbed/ Funafuti, Tuvalu!
Tuvalu, Tuvalu/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ Tuvalu, Tuvalu/ Funafuti, Tuvalu/ If you can spare a prayer or two/ It’s a miracle they need there, they do/ in Funafuti/ Funafuti, Tuvalu...
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3. |
Eternity in the Nineties
04:59
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May your soul be collective
May your matchbox number twenty
May your Hootie include the blowfish
and may your mud be full of honey
May your Lauren climb the hill
May your veruca taste of salt
May your nails be nine-inch by default
if you're spending eternity with me
in the nineties…
May your ray contain sugar
May your doctors be in spin
May your chumba have a wumba
to jam your pearl in
May your Darcy find a playground
May your toad sprocket stay wet
May your garden be sound and set
for spending eternity with me
in the nineties…
Eternity is forever
longer than the silence
laid between the hidden bonus track
If we never let the nineties go
the nineties may never need
to make a comeback…
May your stone temple find a pilot
whose creed is nirvana
Should your Shania be cleft in twain
may you brook any garth you wanna
May your head be a radio
May your Alice be in chains
and may you ever clear remain
as you're spending eternity with me
in the nineties…
May my valentine be bloody
as your pumpkins land smashing
in the blur of an oasis
May your day be green
May the pavement feel your tool
May your rage be against the machine
and may your Liz be phair to her ministry
if you're spending eternity with me
in the nineties…
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4. |
November Is No Time
04:32
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"November Is No Time"
[Kent]
Eleven down/ One to go/ Last-minute of me/ Yes I know/ Suddenly to slip up/ Suddenly to care/ Suddenly to see the mess I’ve made everywhere
No, November is no time/ to lose your home and job/ No, November is no time/ to start again or to stop/ No, November is no time/ for living in your car/ but, November, here we are...
Year all but gone/ likewise hope/ Baby said, “Maybe,”/ at first, then “Nope,”/ Suddenly to see how/ suddenly love ends/ Suddenly to see no money, no family, no friends
No, November is no time/ to strike out on your own/ No, November is no time/ to face the new day alone/ No, November is no time/ for a twist in the plot/ but November’s all I got...
If I make it through December/ January may be survivable, too/ February’s scary, but somehow l’ll make do/ March could show me in like a lion/ then chase me out like a rat/ April is nobody’s fool yet/ I’ll see about that
No, November is no time/ to lose your home and job/ No, November is no time/ to start again or to stop/ No, November is no time/ for living in your car/ but, November, here we are...
No, November is no time/ to strike out on your own/ No, November is no time/ to face the new day alone/ No, November is no time/ for a twist in the plot/ but November’s all I got...
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"I Don't Like Your Religion"
[Kent]
I don’t like your religion/ for a variety of reasons:
You all dress funny/ What you really love is power and money/
and anybody who/ disagrees with you/ gets dragged down to the dungeon/
and that is why/ I/ don’t like your religion
I don’t like your religion/ for a plethora of reasons:
You all see variety/ attack it, kidnap it, and replace it with scarcity/
and you cover up each goof/ and your lack of any proof/ as you sneak in, region by region
and that is why/ I/ don’t like your religion
In the shade of your zealot-tree/ rich in ritual obsession/
growing private inventories/ while damning possession/
Oblivious to your own perfumed stink/ you’ll teach the world a lesson/ but not the one you think...
I don’t like your religion/ for the obvious reasons:
Stop saying you’ll save me/ when what you really mean is control or cage me/
You think I can’t survive/ and live my own life/ without you and your loony legion
and that is why/ I/ don’t like your religion
Stay out of my face/ Your truth has its place/ and that place is fiction
and that is why/ I/ don’t like your religion
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6. |
A Nice Teacher
04:20
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"A Nice Teacher"
[Kent]
A nice teacher/ That's all I ask/ A nice teacher/ and a friend or two in class/ A nice teacher/ and maybe a girl who likes to laugh/ A cute girl/ with a note or two to pass
A nice teacher/ on a curve grading, low/ A nice teacher/ and a desk by the windows/A nice teacher/ and a girl into ancient tv shows/ a cute girl/ with somewhat slutty clothes/
A nice teacher/ a young one/ really stacked/ A nice teacher/ kindly to react/ A new school year/ can be a treasure chest/ or it can be a torture rack/ Fairest Lord Jesus I beseech ya/ Hear my prayer and prepare for me there/
a nice teacher…
A nice teacher...
A nice teacher...
A nice teacher/ I can stare at her all week/ the cute girl glances I have to sneak/ cos a cute girl can/ completely destroy you/ but no harm in/ eye-ballin’ a nice teacher/in a blouse almost see-through
A nice teacher/ That's all I ask/ A nice teacher/ and a friend or two in class/ A nice teacher/ and maybe a girl who likes to laugh/ A cute girl/ with a note or two to pass
A nice teacher/ a young one/ really stacked/ A nice teacher/ kindly to react/ A new school year/ can be a treasure chest/ or it can be a torture rack/ Fairest Lord Jesus I beseech ya/ Fairest Lord Jesus I beseech ya/ Fairest Lord Jesus I beseech ya/ Hear my prayer and prepare for me there/
a nice teacher…
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7. |
My Breed
04:49
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"My Breed"
[Kent]
My breed likes to bark/ My breed can see tears in the dark/ No blood hound/ We can't catch a scent to save our souls/But when it comes to backyard holes/ and belly rolls/ and a cold, intrusive nose/ my breed makes its mark
If it's an affectionate/ foot-of-the-bed/ lay-his-head-in-your-lap/ look-up-in-your-eyes/ best friend you need/ Try my breed/
If it's a rescued lovable mutt/ dragging in god-knows-what/ sideshow rodeo clown you need/ try my breed
My breed can do tricks/ My breed can learn to "stay" and "sit"/ with you and your/ old comforter, wine and TV/And when it comes to taking walks/ and finding rocks/ and figuring out how to raid your icebox/ my breed is doggone slick
If it's an affectionate/ foot-of-the-bed/ lay-his-head-in-your-lap/ look-up-in-your-eyes/ best friend you need/ Try my breed/
If it's a rescued lovable mutt/ dragging in god-knows-what/ sideshow rodeo clown you need/ try my breed
I aint too proud to beg/ or hump your leg/ or jump on guests/ or be prone to loneliness/ I don’t even expect you to/ love me as much/ as I obviously love you/ I mean I’m/outta my /tiny canine mind about you/ tiny canine mind about you
If it's a Marley-N-Me-Old Yeller-Beethoven/pal through thick and thin/ tongue-out-happy-no-matter-the-mess-you're-in/ dog you need/ try my breed…
If it's an affectionate/ foot-of-the-bed/ lay-his-head-in-your-lap/ look-up-in-your-eyes/ best friend you need/ Try my breed/
If it's a rescued lovable mutt/ dragging in god-knows-what/ sideshow rodeo clown you need/ try my breed
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8. |
Dear Past
04:55
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"Dear Past"
[Kent]
I was wrong in thinking/ you had anything to teach me/ You're a peanut shell/ a banana peel/ You're no use anymore/ You're unreal
So/ I'm letting you go/ No, you can't stay and drag me down with your sideshow/ catalog of my mistakes/ My only real mistake/ was not to/ make a break with you/ long ago/ dear Past…
It's so right just living/ in this now, unshackled/ Feeling appreciation/ for each day's surprises/ Eyes to the rearview/ compromises
So/ I'm letting you go/ No, you can't stay and drag me down with your sideshow/ catalog of my mistakes/ My only real mistake/ was not to/ make a break with you/ long ago/ dear Past…
And/ as I unmask/ the Phantom of the Future/ it's you, sure enough once again/ lying/ trying to tell me/ what will be will be/ only what's been/
Dear Past/ you're going, going, gone/ Dear Past/ farewell, auf wiedersehen, so long/ Dear Past, I bless you as/ the path that brought me here/ Beyond that/ Dear Past/ we're free and clear
So/ I'm letting you go/ No, you can't stay and drag me down with your sideshow/ catalog of my mistakes/ My only real mistake/ was not to/ make a break with you/ long ago/ dear Past…
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9. |
Granny Music
04:05
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"Granny Music"
[Kent]
Granny music/ It was granny granny music/ Gospel according to John/ Paul had to listen to him piss and moan/ and go off and on and on/
Looking down his bespectacled nose at songs like "When I'm Sixty-Four"/ A working class hero/ is something like a first class bore
Granny music/ Granny Granny Granny Granny Music... Granny music/ Granny Granny Granny Granny Music..
Granny music/ It was granny granny music/ John would say/ Me? I'll take "Your Mother Should Know"/ over "Mother" any day/
And by the way, "Oh Darling" over "Oh Yoko"/ A plate load o’ Wings/ over a crate load of Plastic Ono
Granny music/ Granny Granny Granny Granny Music... Granny music/ Granny Granny Granny Granny Music..
Granny music I'm guessing/ John found so depressing/ cos the millions Granny Music made him/ made it hard for to imagine no possession…
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10. |
I Must Be...
06:01
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"I Must Be..."
[Kent]
The aches and pains/ The hates and heartbreaks/ all melt away/ like whipped cream/ by hot chocolate fudge/
And the agony/ everywhere like sludge/ suddenly/surrenders sweetly/ lemon meringue/ I say, “Dang!”
I must be.../ I must be.../ I must be.../ but it's nothing like they said/ I must be.../ I must be.../ I MUST be/ I must be…
The dull concerns/ the bills and deadlines/ all float away/ like blown bubbles/fairground balloons/
And the sands of time/ run out on me too soon/ suddenly/ surrender sweetly/ summer beach, Gee/ it's peachy!*
I must be.../ I must be.../ I must be.../ but it's nothing like they said/ I must be.../ I must be.../ I MUST be/ I must be…
This is wonderful/ Love, don't shed a tear/ This is wonderful/ Ah but you can't hear/
"Rosa Belle/ Rosa Belle, Believe!"/
It’s like I've won the lottery/ I got all my fans and family/ celebrating here with me/
somewhere in the night/ It's all good/ It’s all right/ Really, It's all right
I must be.../ I must be.../ I must be.../ but it's nothing like they said/ I must be.../ I must be.../ I MUST be/ I must be…
Hey/ I'll see you in a minute or two/ Ooh! I got some partying down to do…
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11. |
Song I Suppose
04:19
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"Song I Suppose"
[Kent]
What will I do when the money's run out?/ I'll write a song/ I suppose/
When rent comes due I can do nothing about?/ I'll write a song/ I suppose/
The wheel of fortune turns round for good and ill/ Might run me down like a rabbit but until/ I'm flat and cold/ I'll do the only thing a minstrel knows:/ I'll write a song/ I suppose…
All kinds of blue and lonely/ All sorts of sad and glad/ cast out like echoes in a canyon of timbre/ till the world don't seem so bad
What will I do when I'm broken and old?/ I'll write a song/ I suppose/
When the sidewalk sleeps me rainy and cold?/ Ill write a song/ I suppose/
The spinster Fates may spin/ and measure and cut/ all kinds of cool or nasty threads for me, but/ maybe the song the Weird Sisters whistle while they work/ I composed?/
Lose my hands I'll use my toes/Til under dirt I finally doze/I’ll write a song/ I’ll write a song/I’ll write a song/
I'll write a song/ I'll write a song/ I suppose
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12. |
Heel of Bread
04:13
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"Heel of Bread"
[Kent]
"This is it, Mr. Kent/ Your rights have been read,"/ Fuck you/ you government stooge/ I won't eat the heel of bread!
"We protect and serve/ You could end up dead," / Fuck you/ you government stooge/ I won't eat the heel of bread!
Every man has a line in the sand/ and this line is mine, I said/ Fuck you/ you government stooge/ I won't eat the heel of bread!
"Waste not for the people who are starving/ This is bigger than your selfish preference,"/ They made reference to statute/ and precedence/ Well, take this to/ your President Welfare Well-fed
/ Fuck you/ you government stooge/ I won't eat the heel of bread!
"You'll get the full rendition/ Volts to the nuts; pipe to the head,"/ Fuck you/ you government stooge/ I won't eat the heel of bread!
"Whatever color your jumpsuit was/ It's stained now, bloody red,"/ Fuck you/ you government stooge/ I won't eat the heel of bread!
Every man has a line in the sand/ and this line is mine, I said/ Fuck you/ you government stooge/ I won't eat the heel of bread!
“This is it, Mr. Kent...”/ I won’t eat the heel of bread...
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13. |
This First Kiss
05:43
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"This First Kiss"
[Kent]
Is it so unusual/ at a time like this/ when any man with a modicum/ of common sense/ would be minding the business/ about to go bankrupt/ and not get caught up/ in this first kiss?
This first kiss/ is a kiss goodbye/ to whatever was before/ This first kiss/ is a promissory note/ an emotional seizure of assets/ to have and to hold/have and to hold/oh-ho!...
Am I too experienced/ with a past so checkered/— Alimony, child supporting/ restraining orders—/ to hope for the best/ and not get suckered?/Our lips both puckered/ for this first kiss...
This first kiss/ is a kiss goodbye/ to whatever was before/ This first kiss/ is a promissory note/ an emotional seizure of assets/ to have and to hold/have and to hold/oh-ho!...
E-mail flooding in/ Cell phone blowing up/ I'm too old to be/ a Teenager in love...
This first kiss is a kiss goodbye/ This first kiss is a promissory note...
This first kiss/ is a kiss goodbye/ to whatever was before/ This first kiss/ is a promissory note/ an emotional seizure of assets/ to have and to hold/have and to hold/oh-ho!...
This is what makes life worth living/
(That is/ This is/ That is/ This is/)
This is what/ all the other nonsense/ has been for...
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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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