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Anna Dancer
02:54
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I love all the time we spend
I cannot get enough
I love all the stars you've made
I think of them, so very much
And I would like to speak with you
In a language you can understand
I would like to talk to you
If luck would give me the upper hand
Then I'd understand
Maybe I'd comprehend
These signals you've
Given me
I may just kiss your head
I may just kiss you neck
If I didn't know anything
I'd say you're the finest I'd ever seen
Oh my lord
She's a singer
She's a dancer
She's a real great singer
But you've never
Heard of her before
Always on the road of course
Playing shows that nobody attends
If I could understand
How a talent such as hers
You cannot comprehend
But I'll never understand
I hope she finds her way somehow
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2. |
Vargas Girl
03:41
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It is obvious
That you're ready for
A great leap forward today
Said this Vargas Girl
Right to me
I'm still trying to figure out just
What she meant
You've got to help me figure this out
Help me find this girl
Somewhere around town
She's always wearing a small red cap
Oh, what do you know
I think we've got a match
She wanted breakfast
I said, "Meet me down the street
From where I'm at
There's a place I think
That you'll like
And when you get there
Just ask for the darkest corner
In the spot
That's where I most like to be"
You've got to help me figure this out
I can't help, but obsess
About even the smallest of things
Won't you please, help me out
Just try and think
What it's like to be
Crazy
Like
Just save me
Just try and think what it's like
Oh wont you, wont you save me
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Merriwether Pleasure Center
What were you hiding there?
Merriwether Pleasure Center
What were you hiding there?
You wrote all these strange stories
What do they mean?
You wanted us all there all day
What were you...
Merriwether Pleasure Center
What were you up to?
Merriwether Pleasure Center
And if you take a-another look
You'll see
You'll see
Merriwether Pleasure Center
What were you hiding there?
I just do not trust pigs like Eyesner
Or his chair
Call it superstitious
But like Michael Scot
I think it's just a
"Lilttle Stitious"
Call it what you will
But I know there was
Something there
Merriwether, Merriwether
Merriwether, Pleasure Center
What were you hiding
On the other side of the wall?
On the other side of the wall
On the other side of the...
And if you take a-
Another look
You'll see
You'll see
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4. |
Lune
02:15
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
Lighthouse
02:00
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Are you really here
To take away
My property
All I have is this lighthouse
And in this lighthouse
Are all my memories
Without them I'm incomplete
Am I really now just a waste?
Am I just a waste?
Is this truly what I deserve
I thought I'd done
Everything right
All my dues
They should be paid off
All I beg of you is to just
Just give me one more day
Before I'm cast out as just a waste
As just a waste
Just a waste
Just a waste
I really did think that I had
Everything in place
Never did I imagine
I'd be cast out
In such a way
I never imaged myself being
Just a waste
I thought I had everything right
In it's place
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6. |
Talk
02:30
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No one is gonna bail you out
When your daddies had his fun
Look he's trying to push you away
So you'd better grab his cash
And run
You're gonna rob him dry
But I guess I'm not one to talk
You're gonna cut him down
Suppose I've done my fair share
And walked
Walked out a free man
For a crime that I did
In fact commit
And now I'm paying off my debt
To the man
Oh, it never does relent
You've become poisonous
Yeah
I can tell
But it doesn't matter
Cause who you want
Is already
Under your spell
You're hurting for fun now
But you'll soon become
Addicted
You let true happiness pass you by
And you
Always will
We are creature of our habits
And yours are horrible
You always complain
About The man
But I would argue
You're just as bad
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7. |
Welcome Back
03:26
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Like lightning on your fingertips
You scream, "Baby, oh I think I'm back!
I almost went down in flames,
But now who has the last laugh?"
Maybe their not out to get me
honestly i can't tell
Maybe their not trying to kill me
but I can't take my chances
With Lightning now in the palm of your hand
You can fly
just don't go near the sea
You will upset the spirits there
Poseidon will surely be so pissed.
Maybe their not out to get me
honestly i can't tell
Maybe their not trying to kill me
but I can't take my chances
Oh Welcome Back
It's been
Such a long time
Maybe their on their way to kill me
I just haven't been tipped
off by my spy
Baby their in for a big surprise
'Cause I'm gonna take them down.
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I didn't mean to be
A drag
I didn't mean to
Bring the mood down
I was just thinking about
How great it feels
To be here with you
And just you
Around you
I feel I can fly
Maybe I can I've
Never tried
Why
Why haven't I tried
Why
Why haven't I tried
Oh yes
It's because
You weren't here
I'm so glad you are here
Visiting for a short time baby
I'm so glad you are here
Visiting from New York City
I'm gonna take you somewhere
Nice today
Ooh, maybe somewhere
Far away
A place with no people or cars
Have you ever gone to Mars?
Cause I hear it's so
Nice this time of...
Year
I'm so glad you are here
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Phoenix Alexander Portland, Oregon
Songwriter based in Portland, OR. Lead songwriter and singer for the music project Soul Psych.
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