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Weeping Cellos
03:10
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(instrumental)
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The Investigator
09:13
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(instrumental)
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A Groove For Ugly People
04:13
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Almost Doesn't Count
02:01
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Well we tried to conquer the mountain But the mountain was just too tall The forces were stacked against us Just there to see us fall But don't despair we did our best We almost made it and it was just one test
But almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes Our almost did not count so what on earth could we do?
The stage was set with a booby trap We paid the price now we're just paying interest We took a chance just to blow a whole bunch more We rolled the dice but it was the visitors keeping score
And almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes Our almost did not count so what on earth could we do?
So my point was probably mistaken just taken somewhere else Now I'm not even mad anymore no- that's just how I felt That's just how I felt before I got this apathy steamrolled into my heart that now is broken But I'll figure that out myself
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Twilight Symphony
04:30
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Memory Flutters
04:49
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S.T.W.
08:27
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(the lyrics were improvised years back when I recorded this, I don't recall what exactly I said, but I know it was about humans destroying the planet and needing to stop all the fighting.)
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Her Name Is Rose
02:00
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There's this girl I know She likes cats and wolves and crows She likes Edgar Allen Poe She's fucking beautiful Her name is Rose You may have seen her before She's hard to miss She'll talk to anybody Cause she ain't no priss (whistling)
She likes parrots and glam rock Pretty glitter to the max And when she's talking to you She mostly speaks of facts There's a Velvet Goldmine in her heart Bowie's treasure for sure Sometimes we paint together I swear her art is pure (whistling) (other random mouth noises)
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Hungarian Ditty?
04:24
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(instrumental)
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Oh wary the days that my eyes done did saw It was getting so bad that I cried to my paw He said son don't you worry you've not let me down Just wait it out things they will turn around Well I've been waiting and waiting for that wonderous day But my gal she done left me this morning today When you think you've got it bad Somebody's always got it worse Don't hang yourself in shame boy Cause you wouldn't be the first Hang on to what you got But don't expect it to last Cause you know the old saying all things come to pass Oh god I cried have mercy on me For I'm too young to die and I have too much to see But there's a half dozen men all gunning for my head And I got no real job so I can't pay these dues And that's all that's got me here singing the blues (yodle bridge) When you think you've got it bad Somebody's always got it worse Don't hang yourself in shame boy Cause you wouldn't be the first Hang on to what you got But don't expect it to last Cause you know the old saying all things come to pass
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Walk Away
02:20
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I'm sorry my friend that we've not said all there was to say And now I guess we must part ways Good friends are hard to find So the hardest part of the day Is the part of watching you walk away We've had good times together Some were the best I'd say You know I think about you Every single day I've known you a long time A lot of memories we do share And working together we're quite a pair All things come to pass But this day I hoped it would last Because I don't wanna see the sunshine go away Buddy it's always a pleasure having you around A good friend is the richest treasure anyone's ever found And I'm sorry my friend that we've not said all there was to say And now I guess we must part ways Good friends are hard to find and that's why the hardest part of the day Is the part of watching you walk away
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there's a hole in the sky tonight and nobody's questioning why there's a good chance we're all gonna die cause there's a hole in the sky tonight there's a whole bunch of things that ain't right but that ain't no reason to fight yeah we gotta pull together to make it all right but there's a hole in the sky tonight the pandas are all cussing at jesus the trees are blowing sweet pictures to me start feeling like nobody needs us but that's okay man no difference to me the piano is up on the ceiling if gravity starts workin' it's gonna fall and all my shit that's usually in our room you've shoved it all out to the hall the floor has been eating my peppermint my grandma you know she'd have a fit my tongue it tastes strongly of sugar don't think I'll need another hit
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Visitor Eleven Peoria, Illinois
Visitor11 is but one person making all these tracks and albums.
Sometimes I do have a guest on a song,
or more commonly sample stuff. My dog appears on more of my stuff than anyone but myself.
People out there already doing anything I do better than me, I just hope to entertain some people.
Thank you for your time.
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