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Have a Good One
03:15
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You were the man who kept the music playing
And I just heard that you've gone away
There's only one thing that I can say
Have a good one, my friend (3x)
I only wish I'd have known you better
But then again, what the hell?
The discs I bought from you, I'll treasure always
So have a good one, my friend (3x)
This world needs more folks like you in it
Thinking free and being independent
It'll always be an inspiration to me
So have a good one, my friend (3x)
Have a good one, my friend (3x)
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2. |
Rundown
02:24
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Staying inside, while the sun goes black
I feel so run down
The light outside has changed
And I feel so run down
So run down, under the weather
So run down
Broke and unfulfilled
I feel so run down
Lots of time to kill
But I feel so run down
So run down, and out of shape
Feel so run down
I feel so run down, today
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3. |
September 1st
03:05
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Blitzkrieg raging tonight, in the sky
Even though it's long past the fourth of July
I don't really care to know the reason why
And the cat won't come inside
She does what she likes, that's what I like
This is how my night begins
After being stuck in
Not sure what the folks in charge are thinking at the job
Too much freight coming too fast off of the dock
If we cannot store this food, it's all gonna go to rot
This is what I've come to expect
The leaders of this crew are feckless
And most certainly reckless
In their pursuit of gain
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4. |
God-Man on TV
03:05
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Seen this god-man on my TV
Preaching the gospels of wealth and prosperity
If you want all this, he says
All you have to do is listen to me
Follow the honeypot down to the end
And it's all mine, god's and mine
Seen this god-man on my TV
Destruction and sheer devastation
As far as the eye can see
He just shrugs his shoulders and says
"They couldn't be all that they could be"
Follow the honeypot down to the end
And it's all mine, god's and mine
All god's and mine
I seen this god-man on my TV
He was preaching the gospels
Of wealth and prosperity
But what if that's just not what motivates me? (I ask, foolishly)
Follow the honeypot down to the end
And it's all mine
You know it's all mine, all god's and mine
All god's and mine
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5. |
The People Upstairs
04:14
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The people upstairs
Seem to have come from nowhere
I don't know what to think
The little Italian lady
She screams in my face
I don't know what to feel
She's speaking in tongues
I don't know what she sees
But it seems to have something
To do with me
It's anybody's guess as to
What it all means
A cloud of confusion hangs over me
The people upstairs
They don't go anywhere
They hardly even answer their door
I don't recognize
The spirits they praise
But it seems to be all that they do
And it frightens me
And it keeps me up at night
They don't use lamps
They only have candlelight
I still don't know
About what they pray
I just don't know what to say
The people upstairs
I don't want 'em there
But at the same time, I'd like to find out
What are they hiding?
And what brought them here?
Up in the room above mine
And she screams in my face
The language, I can't understand
And then the older lady
Quickly grabs her hand
And they go back upstairs
Shut themselves away from the world
A cloud of confusion still hangs over me
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6. |
Kansas City
04:37
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Goin' down to Kansas City
Gonna start all over again
"Hi mom, I'm doing just fine"
"I just need some time to find myself, y'know?"
Goin' down to Kansas City
Gonna start all over again
"Hi mom & dad, I'm doing just fine"
"I just need some time alone, away from it all, you know"
"I just need some time to find myself"
"Hi mom & dad, I'm doing just fine, really"
"I just need some time alone, go away for awhile, you know?"
"I know how to type now..."
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7. |
Carlos
01:50
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And I think his name is Carlos
He's got me where I stand
He's stolen my name
That's why I keep this knife in my pants
And I think his name is Carlos
And I know he can't have gone far
Look at this son, look at it a minute
It looks just like his cigar
And that's all that he told me
It's all I can recall right now
Where did I put that clipping?
Oh yeah, I think I might have thrown it out
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8. |
Law and Order Types
02:54
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It always amazes me
These law and order types
I just cannot understand
How someone could be so uptight
They've just got to prove
That they're right, now
Fighting a battle
Existing only in his mind
Against the forces of disorder
Terror, drugs, and crime
And they're always
Sneaking up from behind
He's the toughest sheriff
In the whole damn USA
He loves to let you know
That he's going to make you pay
If you happen to cross him
The wrong way
Wannabe Auschwitz guard
With a hard-on for pain
And woe be to you, my friend
If Sanchez is your name
Perverting justice
For personal gain
I don't get along too well
With these law and order types
Can't stand their dime-store displays
Of power and might
Or their need to prove
That they're right, now
Compassion, empathy
Just weakness in their eyes
And you're not a real man
Unless you join them in their fight
Seeing the world only in
Black & white
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9. |
Emerald Isle
04:22
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When we came from the Emerald Isle
We were starving and filthy and strange
When we came to the land of opportunity
There were some who just spat in our face
It was all ancient history
By the 20th century
But the point is
It coulda been you or me
Hated and feared, and despised and vilified
Every night on the TV
When we came from the Emerald Isle
They said our men were all drunken boors
When we fled from the terror and hunger
They said our women were sluts and whores
And t'was all ancient history
By the 20th century
But the point is
It coulda been you or me
Hated and feared, and despised and vilified
Every night on the TV
And now there are those who pipe up and say
"The Irish were persecuted too!"
But only to justify their ignorance
And myopic, misinformed views
Don't you talk about our plight
And turn your back on a brother
Or a sister, just because they are brown or black
Or if they don't have the right papers
Or they're from a country
That you are afraid of
If you tell them to go back
You're no friend of mine
And I have no words for you that are kind
When we came from the Emerald Isle
Our skin was as white as snow
But still, we were treated like garbage
And the reason why, did you know?
We were not yet "the white race"
The concept was different then
Not like the way it is now
And yes, it's only a concept
For the comfort and use of
Those who've got nothing else
To be proud of, other than the fact
That their skin is white as snow
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10. |
Podunk
06:19
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Fall down flat in Podunk
Fall down flat on my face
Cactusbitch, stop singin' that song
Fall down flat in Podunk
Fall down flat in ol' McDonald's
Cactusbitch, stop singin' that song
And my feet are freezin' up so bad
Heavy metal peglegs they've become
But onto greener pastures, I walk, here I come
Eaten up both of my shoes
Here in Jacketstown
Or maybe Jacketsville
Either way, the rich cunts play
This is GVJ town
We don't like your black leather jacket
We don't like your kind 'round here
This feels like hell, and I mean real hell
Contempt and hatred keep me warm inside
That girl wants her man to eat her out so bad
And there's no doubt he will oblige
Officer Billy likes to play
His trombone like it's the World Trade
Center falling to the ground
You know that Billy wants to raise
Little boys and girls who will sing the praises
Of the Bureau that gives him pay
He never said a curse word in his life
The Censorship Bureau tells him wrong from right
He's got so many medals, they all shine so bright
For stomping on the heads of those who are non-white
I don't know where to make my way
These towns all look the same
Stuck here in the USA (Under Savage Assault)
The rednecks bray, the rich cunts play
They just had an election today
President Hartford, USA
He said to me, "they elected that sumbitch, they won't take me alive"
Presses the shotgun 'neath his chin
He pulls the trigger and lives, I've never seen anyone that pissed off
I stop and stare, then back away
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11. |
Behind the Wheel
02:10
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Oh my dear, now I'm behind the wheel
Trying to stay on that even keel
One mistake, and I could be dead
How am I supposed to feel?
Now I'm behind the wheel
Now I'm...behind the wheel
I studied the manual best as I could
Everyone I knew told me that I should
One mistake, and I could be in hock
How am I supposed to feel?
Now I'm behind the wheel
Now I'm...behind the wheel
It all costs too much, and I am loathe to be
In humble acquiescence to this car supremacy
One mistake, and it could be bad
How am I supposed to feel?
Now I'm behind the wheel
Now I'm...behind the wheel
Yes I'm...behind the wheel
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Samuel Windmill Coralville, Iowa
Samuel Fraser Windmill (born June 3, 1995) is an artist, musician, author and film maker currently living in Coralville, Iowa. A songwriter in some form or another since he was a toddler, and an artist of all kinds for just as long, his musical career began for all intents and purposes when in late 2010, at age 15, he met Detrell Smith (later of Other Band) and formed The Tea Party Fascists. ... more
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