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None of Them Are Oscar
02:19
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Straight black hair hangs in her face
Glasses on or off
She looks like someone you used to know
Or maybe not...
Paper pad and pen in hand
She writes about the government
She writes like Oscar Wilde
And it makes her teachers cry
No matter how they try...
None of them are Oscar Wilde tonight
Fingers wrapped around a bike chain
Combination lock
She doesn't like to brush her hair
She likes to mess it up
She's so pretty, she's so fair
She makes sunny days appear
She smells like Oscar Wilde
And it makes her teachers cry
No matter how they try...
None of them are Oscar Wilde tonight
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Long ago and far off somewhere
Was an ancient jungle empire
Built by men and only by men
(At least when ladies night was happening)
Nights like this, these jungle ladies
All have drinks and they go crazy
Tribal disco on the dancefloor
Throwing orgies, having babies
But there is this man
Who comes from Sudan
He aims to hunt these ladies down
He carries a gun
And he isn't much fun
He's the meanest guy around
He locates a hive and he
Climbs down inside
And he sneaks into their town
Pops out at dawn
With the war paint on
And proceeds to gun them down
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Croadle's Coins
02:02
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Stowed inside a dragon's cave
Or buried in a wizard's grave
A thousand years they have been saved
Croadle's Coins
A portly man in 2010
Bidding on eBay again
Finally has a chance to win
Croadle's coins
In legends of old
The gypsies foretold
A man of persistence
Would claim their gold
What did they know
So long ago
That their treasure
Would one day be sold
Somewhere in the Bible Belt
A Nascar loving man is dealt
A blow that caused his faith to melt in
Croadle's Coins
Even though he'd won the bout
He didn't have a bank account
Seems he had been cheated out of
Croadle's Coins
In legends of old
The pharoahs foretold
A man of persistence
Would claim their gold
What did they know
So long ago
That their treasure
Would one day be sold
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4. |
Water Witch
03:13
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Water Witch:
go dunk your head
I don't need your help anymore
You brought me to the brink
But I've begun to think
You did it for the money
Life is short
You take too long
I don't need your blessings, I'm sure
You've seen so few like me
And o! It must be exciting
To set a young mind free
But your services require a fee
Hookah bars and ecstacy
Don't you think that you might catch something?
And I'm too smart to play with thee
Though I'm blind, I clearly see
You're not the one the advert promised me
Water Witch:
You broke my heart
I don't want your love anymore
You helped this young man be
So careless and free
But that's enough about me
I would come to you with my
Open arms and beg you for for more
But then you'd always turn away
Say "Pack your stuff, take your things,
This isn't working out for me"
But we were doomed to start, you see
M&M's and LSD
Why can't you open up your heart to me?
And when I'd stop to visit thee
You'd make me pay an hourly fee
I'm not for you, you're not the one for me
No!
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Julian Buttersweets Sacramento
Julian Buttersweets is a songsmith, beatcrafter and crooner from Sacramento CA. He considers himself avant-pop royalty and expects you treat him as such. Any time you see him walking alone without a fresh hot dog in his hand, give him a pat on the shoulder, a reassuring smile and say "Hey! Tomorrow is another new day for hot dogs." He may thank you with a song. ... more
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