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Strangers In My House
04:03
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There's a kleptomaniac hanging 'round my kitchen
Steals my fruit and doesn't give it back, buries apples in the sand
But every once in a while
I go down to the sea
I found my old rotten apples
Have grown into a tree
There's a narcoleptic sitting on my sofa
Stares at the television set, he's drifting in and out from time to time to time
Urging with a lightweight (PENDING)
I think it's now become the time (PENDING)
But every once in a while
I begin to dream
Then I awake to a crack
I have cured my disease
I can see, I can hear, I can feel today
I can walk away, but instead, I stand in the way
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Mister Sister
02:33
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Mister Sister - I don't know how to tell you this
You're my sister - There's no denying it
It's a little bit confusing - I try to tell you that
And a little bit amusing - I'm glad we can laugh about it now
Mister Sister
You're my sister
Mister Sister
My sister's a mystery
As I walk down the street, I hold my head up high
But there's a pain in my feet, and it spreads right up my thigh
And I try my best to ignore it, but now I can barely move
I find a small park bench, and I sit there until I improve
And then a woman comes right up to meet me
Says "Boy I've got something to say
"I used to be just like you man
"But look at me today"
Listen Mister - I don't know how to tell you this
You're my sister - There's no denying it
It's a little bit confusing - I try to tell you that
And a little bit amusing - I'm glad we can laugh about it now
Mister Sister
You're my sister
Mister Sister
My sister's a mystery
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My Best Friend
02:26
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My Best Friend sits at home all day
Through his laughing I can hear him say
"What you need is more comfort my friend
"More warmth and support my friend
"Stop picking up, the laundry
"Just lie in it"
But he smells like a gerbil
He sounds like his throat hurts
What you need is more laughter my friend
More pleasant distraction my friend
Put down the dishes
Just sit this out
He's figuring it all out, creating maps
Making the connections, the happy are too (PENDING)
He's laughing, he's laughing
He strokes my face
As he ties me to a chair
And then he sits and stairs
At me...
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Teamwork
05:25
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We are a team, this is my special color
This our common enemy
Transforms us
Elevates us
It teaches us how to fight
We move as fluid shades
Over many landscapes
Never in one shape
Never in one place
We're locked in
Connecting our mechanisms
Always growing
But then we're back here... colorless!
We're forgetting how to talk
And we're learning how to stand
And we're sitting around and asking...
"Are these really my friends? Where are my parents?"
I miss the Teamwork...
I miss my uniform...
I am nothing...
Without a weapon in my hand
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King Cake Brooklyn, New York
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A child waits to be born; a soul in search of its host, a King in search of his
subjects, a masterpiece in search of an artist. Liminal, naked, lonely – beneath oceans of cream, enrobed in folds of dough…
What is creation? Art? What is ownership?
KING CAKE
...thunderous Bass, mesmerizing Axe, tender 'Bone, howling Trumpet, explosive Drums, and always the mellifluous yawp of the Voice.
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