1. |
Gravitate To Me
04:23
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Gravitate To Me
Kept your head away from all that sin babe
Never looking out at all that jazz
Psychic wind come it's gonna up and move you
Over the land
She's gonna Gravitate To Me
She come grooving across the water
They can't stop what's meant to be
A love that's greater than any distance
They'll be telling you your mind is failing
They'll be saying things are much too wild
But they don't recognize that higher calling
Hold on child
I see it in your screaming eyes
A consciousness with no disguise
Bold print, letter type
Strange fruit, now ripe
Spirits dance around the fire
Summoning a thing that's higher
Lay a path, bringing you to me
She's gonna Gravitate To Me
She come grooving across the water
They can't stop what's meant to be
A love that's greater than any distance
Meet Shakespeare he'll be having a beer
Sitting in the upper tier
And there's Rimbaud in the section below
Letting everybody know
Meet Gene Bay and he's coming to say
He'll find you on the radio
They got canvases
And they paint landscapes
Landscapes that stretch out
Across vast distances
Distances that are so ...
Now we're waking up the birthday baby
Fascination back in this child's eyes
Pretty soon now I'll be in view
And there'll be no more lies
She's gonna Gravitate To Me
She come grooving across the water
They can't stop what's meant to be
A love that's greater than any distance
Gravitate
Gravitate To Me
Gravitate
Gravitate To Me
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2. |
The Napoleon Mode
03:44
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The Napoleon Mode
Got a future like a fireworks show
That is never gonna to grow old
I've got friends that share a supply of air
In a dungeon dank and cold
Hands in the ice tray always on a hot day
Months in the mirror pass
A silicone shot and you'll forget me not
I'll make my future look like past
I know Napoleon
Got his eyes all up in the sun
I'd risk my sight
For something as hard to see
And waste my life for what cannot be
With fading hope my microscope
Keeps babbling about tomorrow
You know all these dissections and closer inspections
Just cause you pain and sorrow
My ambition makes Madonna shake
All the actors turn and blush
I'm gonna free Miss Liberty
In fame and God we trust
I know Napoleon
He's always waxing 'bout wars he won
He's got a photo book
Like everyone else's
He's a boring bastard
Who got what he wanted
I know You
'Cause I see through
Can't hand me shit
We're two of a kind
Me and I
I know Napoleon
Got his eyes all up in the sun
I'd risk my sight
For something as hard to see
And waste my life for what cannot be
I know
I know
I know
I know
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3. |
I Can't Describe It
03:02
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I Can't Describe It
Did you ever look in the mirror
And just see nothing
Have the things that you hold dear
Ever slipped away
Wishing you could grab
On to something
Is there nothing can be done
For me today
Sometimes I get so down
I Can't Describe It
So why am I still glad
To be around?
I walk in sawed off circles
Keeping watch on the world
an armchair human being
I have become
Take me back human race
I wanna feel again
Gotta find a place that's somewhere
Near the truth
Sometimes I get so down
I Can't Describe It
So why am I still glad
To be around?
I'm lost
On a distant shore
Waiting on
My ...
Sometimes I get so down
I Can't Describe It
So why am I still glad
To be around?
They say that life is just to die
But I don't buy it
There has to be a reason
There has to be a reason
There has to be a reason
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4. |
Woman
06:08
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Woman
Woman
Walking now on moonlit sand
A woman
Alone I can see her by the water
She is far away from me
So it's very hard to see
What she's thinking and feeling and wanting
Near the ocean
I raise the hammer up
I bring it down on the mirror
I spread myself around this room
I hear the muffled voices
Giving me my choices
Telling me of girls and men and women
Woman
Your body is different form mine
And woman
Your place in this world is different too
America says whore or virgin
What is a woman to believe in
If not herself
For her there are no in-betweens
But in the shattered glass
I see a time that's past
Yours was once a day of glory
So beautiful and strange
You're moving through this change
Equality is only a mindset away
Oh and I now want to understand you
Away
Oh and I now want to understand you
But in the shattered glass
I see a time that's past
Yours was once a day of glory
So beautiful and strange
You're moving through this change
Equality is only a mindset away
Oh and I now want to understand you
Away
Oh and I now want to understand you
Away
Oh and I now want to understand you
Oh and I now want to understand you
Equality is only a mindset away
Equality is only a mindset away
America says
America says
America says
America says
America says
America says
America says
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5. |
Satchel Paige
04:06
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Satchel Paige
I have a good friend
His name is Satchel
They never let him pitch
He was a natural
He hurled that seed
A hundred miles
He tossed that pea
About as hard as can be
I wanna be somebody
I'll never be like they are
I gotta be somebody
I'll never get quite that far
Something about
The way she stood
Yeah on the sand man
The water wrapped itself around her ankles
You know something Satch
I really dug this girl
But I never told her
Always something holding us back
Holding us back, yes
I wanna love somebody
That I can do nice things for
I wanna meet somebody
That I don't have to perform for
I wanna be somebody
I'll never be like they are
I gotta be somebody
I'll never get quite that far
I wanna love somebody
That I can do nice things for
I wanna meet somebody
That I don't have to perform for
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Mark Lesseraux New York
Mark’s mother is Irish Catholic. His father was a Russian Jew. In the 2nd grade, Mark veered “off course”… secretly. It is not clear how the "thread" was lost, but it had to do with a botched reading assignment; a chapter in a blue and yellow book left unread. Later, there were 2 nervous system glitches and at least 2 ecstatic dot connecting sessions. Finally, a Need… to sing. ... more
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