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That's Not Me Talking
02:39
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One man's ordinary is another man's amazing
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All Teary Eyed
03:33
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Snow White has her piece of fruit and the princes start to cry.
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Looks Count
02:30
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Let me tell you about this girl I know from Hollywood
Can't form a complete sentence but she looks so good
She's a living embodiment of what they say
That if the Lord can give he can take away
Her blank expression seems to tell you that it's anything goes
You could count her S.A.T. scores on a couple of toes
You can't talk to Mona Lisa or Venus de Milo
So I guess what I'm saying is
Looks Count
She makes you look good standing by her side
But talking with her is intellectual suicide
Sometimes she bumps her head when we copulate
And I swear I can hear an echo reverberate
She can't compete with vegetation though she tries to pretend
If she speaks she will embarrass you in front of your friends
But she's got everybody jumping
From off the deep-end
Don't tell me it's not true
Looks Count
The whole thing has gotta be some kind of charade that she gives
I don't know anyone who can really be that stupid and live
One day the joke will be on us what a frightening "what if"
But even so...
Her blank expression seems to tell you that it's anything goes
Who gives a damn about I.Q. points while she's sucking your toes
Cagney & Lacey are real smart I guess but what does that show
It seems to me
If your eyes can see
You'll say certainly...
Looks Count
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4. |
Not A Kid Anymore
03:25
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You close your eyes for a second
Young mothers seem more like children than they did before
I have no trouble approaching girls that I don't know
I guess I'm Not A Kid Anymore
It's harder now to intimidate me
My sins don't seem as original as they once were
When the clock strikes four I've been in bed for hours
I guess I'm Not A Kid Anymore
It's not like the world has changed so I guess it must be me
If I had one more shot at the one that got away
Would I have done it like I did?
The summers no longer last forever
Don't go see my favorite bands when they stop here on their tours
I don't roll my eyes at the things my dad tells me
I guess I'm Not A Kid Anymore
Back in the days when my whole life was just homework and cartoons
I truly believed that music could change the world
What the hell did I know I was just a kid
It's one of those things they give you your whole life to get used to
I guess I'm not a kid anymore
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5. |
Wrong With Us
02:43
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We think the same, we dream the same
Spend our lives trying to maintain
Some hope wrapped up in mock defense
In a world that makes no sense
Still we cling to innocence
In an effort to survive
We watch our friends as they sell out
Turn into people we laughed about
If we don't like what they've become
Is there something Wrong With Us
Is there something Wrong With Us
Sometimes it's hard to just go on
Inching closer to the lines we've drawn
Separating us from them
Our logic fraying at the ends
Avoiding truth where it bends
In an effort to survive
We watch our friends as they sell out
Turn into people we laughed about
If we don't like what they've become
Is there something wrong with us
Why let go if you're only young once
What went wrong with us
Stick to places that we know
Best intentions guide our hope
But something's slipping from our grasp
We're holding on the best we can
In an effort to survive
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6. |
Believe
03:02
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The gods are smiling down on me
Thinking as I turn the ignition key
Feels like I've wanted this forever
You mean you meant to say okay
When I asked you if today
We could be alone together
I'm not always this nervous
See the sweat drip off the wheel
I can't believe I beat the odds this time
I can Believe that pigs can fly
I can Believe things go bump in the night
But I can't Believe I'm with a girl like you
There's little things I always check
The charm that hangs around your neck
With St. Christopher's inscription
The way the sun shines in your hair
Those bitchin' trousers that you wear
Defy my every mind's description
Now I'm afraid to say this
Cuz you'll think I'm insane
But I'm living my finest moments in this car
I can Believe that money's best
I can Believe it buys happiness
But I can't Believe I'm with a girl like you
I can Believe in plastic food
And that Dracula is one scary dude
But I can't Believe I'm with a girl like you
A girl like you
A girl like you
Girls like you don't grow on trees you know
I would be so happy
If I just got a kiss tonight
Get Ripley's on the phone, they've gotta know
I can Believe being an accountant's fun
I can Believe it snows on the sun
But I can't Believe I'm with a girl like you
I can Believe the sky is green
And that guy Mr. Rogers is a sex machine
But I can't Believe I'm with a girl like you
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7. |
This World Alone
05:25
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I wouldn't try to go on without you now
It's been too long, you've become too much
I don't think I would've kept holding on
'cause this whole world, without you, is not enough
Where was I when you started fighting through the worst of This World Alone
Could you doubt me so much
Will you leave me behind, and fight through the worst of This World Alone
I know sometimes you must question
When you're pulling my weight with your own
But you're my conscious in every mirror
Still, sometimes, you're no one I know
Where was I when you started fighting through the worst of This World Alone
What was I so caught up in
When you started fighting the worst of This World Alone
How much distance will finally be enough
Will you treat me like a stranger
'til that's what I become
I swear I believe I would die for you
Give up doubting, and there'll be nothing left to prove
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8. |
Build Me Up Buttercup
03:04
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9. |
Sunshine Love
04:02
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Wake up every morning
I'm still alone
Wonder if I'll ever find my home
A voice inside me
Says that I'm hiding
Stop all the crying
It's time to get by on my own
Then I see you there
With gold in your hair
And it's sunshine love
I feel your heartbeat
Next to mine
As you give your love
I can't explain how I feel but I change when you're there with me
Like a breath of Spring the morning brings you share with me
You look so tame
But you're really to blame
I don't feel quite the same
There's a flame that's burning in me
'Cause the light in your eyes
Is the stars in the skies
On a warm summer night
And the world around you
Looks so bright
'Cause you're sunshine love
Wake up every morning with a light in me
I never knew what a view there was 'til you helped me to see
I've said it before
And I'll say it again
I don't know what's in store
But I'm here 'til the end my friend
Another day
Just drifts away
When you're holding me
The years pass by
Like clouds in the sky
So gracefully
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10. |
The Ones With The Guns
03:03
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Long after Jesus was dead and gone
Thought the dolphins were cool and thought he'd come back as one
As he was drowning in the net he was caught in said,
"I'm getting sick of dying for everyone else's sins"
Don't you even whisper better shut tight your eyes
Heading for a big machine that's set for "tenderize"
They don't make good eating but they put up a hell of a fight
The smallest minds are the ones with the guns
Aristotle looked over to his boyfriend and said
"If you don't look at your life how do you know you're not dead?
We're all getting sick how come the tough guys they say
'Those faggots all deserve the shit they get today'"
Try not to pay attention, don't visualize
A place where bad intentions all get actualized
No way to stem the bleeding if it's not cauterized
The smallest minds are the ones with the guns
David told the white folks who were all born again
"If the bad guys lived somewhere else you wouldn't keep losing your jobs to them"
I don't know if you've noticed but his truth keeps marching on
I guess we're all too scared to burn a cross on his lawn
Lock up your daughters they've been acting kinds of strange
Where the bars on their windows are the harbingers of change
School zone turns to war zone singing home on the range
The smallest minds are the ones with the guns
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11. |
Why Is It Cold In Here?
04:26
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"At what cost," my mind says to my self worth
To have it the way you say you want
The envy of friends and elders
At our house the cats say things I never could
To you, to me
The way it's come to be
The thing that grows unseen
That tampers with the mercury we've got
All the things that make a house a home
So Why Is It Cold In Here
When you're around I'm still alone
Why Is It Cold In Here
In unity is what they see like the mannequins
In Macy's front window
We don't go
Why can't I say what you'll hear, a shot to bridge the gap
I guess all I'm asking for is forgiveness
The thing that grows unseen
That's numbing all the misery we've got
Tears that shatter when they hit the ground
Words we're too afraid to say
The truth just might come out
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12. |
Reel Me In
04:16
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You're throwing out lines and I'm biting
Giving in where I'm usually fighting
Spilling my guts, forgetting the rules
Let my guard down, don't keep my cool
When the air cools from the heat you left
Optimism becomes regret
And I feel foolish for the things I said
'til you Reel Me In again
'til you Reel Me In again
All caught up in just conversation
Can't help having high expectations
I guess you're just full of surprises
And all the intrigue is just one sided
When the air cools from the heat you left
Optimism becomes regret
And I feel foolish for the things I said
'til you Reel Me In again
and you'll Reel Me In
And I'll give in
Reel Me In again
Or maybe I'm just crazy
And it's all been ordinary
Or you felt obligated because I came on so strong
Or maybe I'm just crazy
'cause it all felt so right
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13. |
No Good At Love
03:01
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Heard that last night you were out
In a long speech that was so profound
Berating some self-centered son-of-a-bitch
The words that spilled out of your head
Would have made a trucker's face turn red
And I wasn't there to defend my situation
Waitress said you'd had enough
It turned into a fisticuffs
Threw you out when you began to cry
Today the phone rings off the hook
Your friends tell me that I'm so fucked
For being the one that had to say goodbye
I guess I'm just no good at love
Every time that there's an only one
Every time ends up the lonely one
It's cliche I know but history repeats
I guess I'm just No Good At Love
I never used to think it's me
But there's that common thread since virginity
I guess I'm just No Good At Love
Here I'm denying stupidly
All the stuff you did for me
To save me from the enemy within
Sheltered me from cruelty
Yelled at me so tenderly
Still I locked the gate to this prison that I'm in
I must be some kind of jerk
To walk away from things that work
Inspiration comes when I'm alone
I'm sorry for the pain you have
It was never meant to feel this bad
I'll guess it's gonna be a long walk home
I guess I'm just no good at love
If I could be myself and be with you
Sleep around but still be true
The contradictions make me want to scream
I guess I'm just No Good At Love
Next time I'm on the garbage heap
I'm gonna look before I leap
I guess I'm just No Good At Love
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Robbie Rist Los Angeles, California
Ballzy Tomorrow is the ridiculous moniker by which actor/musician Robbie Rist releases his audio projects.
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