1. |
Your House
03:12
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Your House
by M. West
Don't complain about the flies, take your trash away.
They're just trying to survive, they've got thirty days.
Don't gripe and grouse that your neighbors are the worst.
You've got to put your house, put your house in order first.
Put your house-- Put your house in order
Put your house-- The brick and mortar
Put your house-- For your sons and daughters
With each passing day your life will grow shorter.
Don't worry 'bout how congress or the white house works.
You've got to pay big bucks to get pull among the jerks.
You need to mind your spouse and try to show her how
You're gonna put your house, put your house in order now.
Put your house-- Put your house in order
Put your house-- Secure the border
Put your house-- In every quarter
Get plenty of rest and drink lots of water.
Don't occupy your mind with other people's stuff.
Consumerism tells you there's never enough.
Don't fall prey to the advertiser's tease.
You've got to put your house, put your house in order please.
Put your house-- Put your house in order
Put your house-- The brick and mortar
Put your house-- For your sons and daughters
With each passing day your life will grow shorter.
Put your house-- Put your house in order
Put your house-- Secure the border
Put your house-- In every quarter
Get plenty of rest and drink lots of water.
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2. |
My Papa
02:42
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My Papa
by M. West
My Papa used to say that I was not respectable,
My Papa used to tell me I was a prick.
My Papa used to say that I was uncorrectable,
My Papa used to tell me that I was thick.
My Papa died sick and sad
My Papa died nearly mad
He died when I was just a lad
He died when he was all I had.
My Papa, he was cruel to me when I really needed him,
My Papa used to hit me right in the head.
My Papa was a fool to me even when I needed him,
My Papa never let up 'til he was dead.
My Papa never justified
How he lived when he died
My Papa never told me why
He would laugh when I would cry.
Papa, what have you done to me?
Papa, why did you run from me?
Instrumental Break
My Papa never tried to show me that he cared for me,
My Papa never tried to be real nice.
My Papa never made up for being so bad to me,
Now that Papa's dead he's cold as ice.
My Papa was just a man
My Papa didn't give a damn
My Papa didn't understand
That he would make me what I am.
Papa, Papa, Papa, what have you done to me?
Papa, Papa, why did you run from me?
Papa, what had they done to you?
What had they done to you?
Were you a victim too?
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3. |
I'm Leavin'
04:17
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I'm Leaving
by M. West
What would you have me say?
I'm sorry I put you through it.
I don't know any other way,
And deep inside you know you knew it.
This gradual drifting apart
Been going on for a while,
And though I hate to hurt your heart
I'm finished living in denial.
I'm leaving. (Leaving, leaving)
I'm leaving. (Leaving, leaving) I'm Leaving.
I'll have to learn to start again,
It's never easy on your own.
Form new habits, make new friends,
Reap new seeds I will have sown.
When something's lost, something's gained,
Even if it's just a lesson.
But my emotions are drained
As is my passion, so I will press on.
I'm leaving. (Leaving, leaving)
I'm leaving. (Leaving, leaving)
No drama, no scenes, just a parting of ways
No teary-eyed goodbyes,
Our karma, it seems, has been displaced
The well, it has run dry,
I know that you won't waste any time grieving
You don't cry and you don't laugh,
Just stare out into empty space.
Your deadpan details why I have
To get myself out of this place.
What would you have me say?
I'm sorry I put you through it.
I don't know any other way,
And deep inside we know we knew it.
I'm leaving. (Leaving, leaving)
I'm leaving. (Leaving, leaving)
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4. |
Spare Change
03:53
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Spare (Some) Change
by M. West
Livin' large at the mission up on Lafayette Street
Where they get socks at Christmastime to warm their feet
And all year 'round, hot meals and warm beds
But they're not in the game 'cause they're not out to beg...
Spare some change...SPARE CHANGE!!!
It's a song, it's an anthem, it's a common refrain
And it's sung by people who are living in pain
They got life in the trenches, sleeping under park benches
That polite repartee is like to fail to mention...
Spare some change...SPARE CHANGE!!!
So go on, shout about the 1% at the top
Because greed is endemic, it's never gonna stop
Leaving poor people subject to abuse and disdain
So dig deep into your pocket when you hear them sayin'
Spare some change...SPARE CHANGE!!!
I stand on the train and recite the verse out loud
I remind everyone that you can't be poor and proud
And I ask them to try to understand
What it is to be a broken man!
Spare some change...SPARE CHANGE!!!
I sleep up at Astor Place with some other guys
We all tend to wake about half past five
Just before rush hour begins
So that we can start asking...
Yo! Help me. Help me. Help, help, help, help... HELP ME!!!
^Help me^ ^Help me^ ^Help me^
Life during wartime can't be half this bad
'Cause I can't recall the last square meal I had.
I'd go to the shelter for something to eat,
But I can eat better out on the street!
Spare some change...SPARE CHANGE!!!
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5. |
The Frog
04:05
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The Frog
by M. West
Another neighbor buys a gun
It irks you, but what can be done?
He will defend his right to fight
Things that go bump in the night.
And the frog boils alive.
Yes, the frog slowly boils alive.
Another clinic has been shut down
The only one for miles around.
You wonder why it's so unfair,
Has Texas become everywhere?
And the frog boils alive.
Yes, the frog slowly boils alive.
The elephant's in the room but the alarm doesn't sound.
Does nobody see the tomb until they lie in the ground?
The train's approaching, just look at the facts,
But still, we don't get off the tracks
As the frog boils alive!
Another ice floe melts away
With every passing day
The carbon and sea levels rise
As we foment our own demise.
And the frog boils alive.
Yes, the frog slowly boils alive.
And the frog boils alive.
Yes, the frog slowly boils alive.
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6. |
In Your Head
02:58
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In Your Head
by M. West
When you walk alone at night
And the moon's your only light
Shadows summon up the fright
In your head In your head
Bed you down, sleep won't come
Your mind is racing, running from
Thoughts so creepy, so gruesome
In your head In your head
The doctors say that Elavil should help
But nothing elevates you out of hell
The mirror that you peer into
Shows Satan gazing back at you
Reflecting what you do
In your head In your head
All your skies provide is rain
Joy inspires dark disdain
Compensating for the pain
In your head In your head
You can't or won't escape the dread you feel
'Cause you prefer to make the monsters real
When at night you walk alone
Do you care that you are prone
To the darkness that is shown
In your head In your head
When you walk alone at night Alone at night
And the moon's your only light Only light
Shadows summon up the fright
In your head
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