To whom it may concern...
Track List
1. Build up (mp3 / lyrics) 2. Whisper In My Ear (mp3 / lyrics) 3. Forever Endeavor (mp3 / lyrics) 4. Cyrana (mp3 / lyrics) 5. Who Are You (mp3 / lyrics) 6. Again (mp3 / lyrics) 7. A La Mode (mp3 / lyrics) 8. Rebound Guy (mp3 / lyrics) 9. Piece Of Me (mp3 / lyrics) 10. Until I Find love (mp3 / lyrics)
Live at Home
Track List
1. The Shroud (mp3 / lyrics) 2. The Ghosts That Haunt Me (mp3 / lyrics) 3. Jolene (Dolly Parton cover) (mp3 / lyrics) Bonus Karaoke Tracks 1. Imagine (John Lennon) (mp3 / lyrics) 2. Mad World (M.A. / G.J.) (mp3 / lyrics) 3. Sober (Tool) (mp3 / lyrics) 4. Aenima (Tool) (mp3 / lyrics ) 5. Piano Man (Billy Joel) (mp3 / lyrics )
Build Up
Keep everything inside, let it all build up. Things will trickle out like an over-filled cup of coffee at Denny's. Where I sit here, alone... proving to myself my mental seeds are not yet sewn. Sexual frustration is beginning to take it’s toll on me. Wanting to jump most anything I see. Acting irrational around people unknown proving to them my mental seeds are not yet sewn. So I sit here pondering about how insanity is so fun. So I sit here pondering about how insanity is so fun. So I sit here alone with my cigarettes to smoke, my cigarettes to choke... wasting my life away. So I sit here pondering about how insanity is so fun. So I sit here pondering about how insanity is so fun Won’t you join me little darlin' and together we can ponder about how insanity is so fun.
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Whisper In My Ear
The weeks go by so fast, yet the months go on so long. But time for me stands still, when you start to sing your song. Your words surround me like the sky, they’re deeper than the ocean. They seep into my body, oh how I can feel their emotion. And how I wish you could see exactly what you do to me. [When / Every time] you sing your song. Angel with a voice that could stir the windows in heaven, let me in your heart. Angel with a voice that could make a rose shed a tear, whisper in my ear. Let me know your dreams. Let me inside your Zen Garden. Let me know if it hurt you, when you fell down from heaven.
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Forever Endeavor
What I've come to realize, what I've come to feel Cannot be said unto you, I’m still learning how to deal. What was once a part of me, what was once a dream... Has surfaced to a different level by breaking down the beams. No longer should I carry, no longer should I wait. No longer should I concentrate on your poisoned bait. It brings me down. It keeps me bound. It turns me inside-out, It turns me upside-down. 'Cause what can I say to a dampened ear that's heard it all before? To prove my love without a doubt -- to prove I’m the one for her. What I’ve come to realize, what I’ve come to feel Cannot be said unto you, I’m still learning how to deal. To what extent you know of me, you'll never hear me say. Perhaps you'd want to hear it, though, perhaps you'll turn away. It's not a risk I want to take; not something I should do, but I must admit it to myself... I've fallen in love with you. And it brings me down. It keeps me bound. It turns me inside-out, It turns me upside-down. 'Cause what can I say to a dampened ear that's heard it all before? To prove my love without a doubt to prove I’m the one for her.
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Cyrana
--Words by Ernest Dowson from his poem "Cynara"Last night, ah yester night.. betwixt her lips and mine. There fell thy shadow Cyrana, thy breath was shed. Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine. And I was desolate and sick of an old passion. Yea I was desolate and bowed my head. I have been faithful to thee, Cyrana, in my fashion. All night, upon mine heart, I felt her warm heart beat... All night within mine arms in love and sleep she lay. But surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet. But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, when I awoke and found the dawn was gray. I have been faithful to thee, Cyrana... In my fashion. I have forgot much, Cyrana gone with the wind. Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, and dancing to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind. And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, yea all the time because the dance was long... I have been faithful to thee Cyrana... in my fashion. Yea, I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, but when the feast is finished and the lamps expire then falls thy shadow, Cyrana... the night is thine. And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, yea hungry for the lips of my desire.. I have been faithful to thee Cyrana,... in my fashion.
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Who Are You?
Who are you? Who are you? You’re no love of mine. I could never love somebody with such an evil mind. So don’t show me your face. Don’t give me those wet, pouty eyes. ‘cause I will reject them. Just as you’re doing mine. Do you mind it when I cry for you? Does it bother your head. Does it kill you to see you’ve got that power over me? Does it kill you to see how much I’ve bled? My eyes are open I can see the wide blue sky. You’re not shadowing over me leaving me dry. I can see now what I missed before My wings are spread now, and I can soar. And I don’t give a damn about what you do. Just get, just get out of my life for now. I’m tryin’ to tell you it’s much too soon.
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Again
Do you really want to know who I am? Do you really want to know who I am? Do you think you can handle it? I don’t think you can handle it. A lamb is what you were to me and a lion is what you made me. Do you really want to hold me, like you say? Do you really want to love me, like you say? Or will you just leave me again? Lost and hungry for more again. Or will we be together again, forever and a day? Do you really want to know who I am? Do you really want to know who I am inside my head? ....I don’t think so.
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A La Mode
Don’t call him pessimistic, Don't call him narcissistic, He’s as realistic as can be. Don’t call him apathetic, don’t call him sinister. He knows exactly what he’s talking about. You don’t know him (x4) like I do. And all this talk about the world and how it’s gonna be all right. Well guess what... look around...It’s not. Don’t call her hopeless romantic, Don’t call her idealistic, she knows exactly what she’s looking for. Don’t call her too poetic, Don’t call her copasetic, she knows exactly what she’s looking for. You don’t know her (x4) like I do. And all this talk about love, and how it doesn’t exist, well guess what... it does. I’ve felt it. Don’t call me pixilated. Don’t call me complicated. I know exactly what I want. Don’t call me melancholy. Don’t call me civilized. I’m as bloodthirsty as the next You don’t know me (x4) as well as you think. And all this talk about nothing, and how it’s gonna be something... Well guess what, I’m still bleeding as we speak.
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Rebound Guy
My baby, my baby is coming home to you. My baby, my baby is coming home to you. ‘Cuz she don’t like – she don’t like comin’ home to me now. No she don’t like – she don’t like comin’ home to me now. She don’t like coming home to me but I know it’s all right. ‘Cuz she still stares at me with that look in her eye. And I know she’ll be mine in just a matter of time. ‘Cuz all you are to her is just a rebound guy. You’re just a rebound guy You’re just a rebound guy who doesn’t have a clue. My baby, my baby is coming home to me now. My baby, my baby is coming home to me now.
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Piece of Me
--Words by Andrew Bochanski and Coz BaldwinIt’s over it ended long ago. We’ve packed up our things going in different directions to see what our lives bring. Don’t try to reconsider what has been done. You just hurt me again – this life is such fun. Call again, talk some more I should have told you long before I want…. I want to close this door. All you’ve ever taken back is all you’ll ever see. But I tend to think that you’re still a piece of me. It’s back again with someone new. What is me now is a part of you. Not too soon to begin a different time a different sin. Call again, talk some more I should have told you long before I want…. I want to close this door. All you’ve ever taken back is all you’ll ever see. But I tend to think that you’re still a piece of me. I have often thought you should get out of my weary head for good. Call again, talk some more I should have told you long before I want…. I want to close this door. All you’ve ever taken back is all you’ll ever see. But I tend to think that you’re still a piece of me.
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Until I Find Love
Until I can breath on my own give me some air. Until I am rich give me some money. Until I find love… Until I find love. Don’t leave me alone. I’ll take your handouts -- enough to get me by, but I I won’t be happy ‘til I’ve found love. Are you my crayon that fills me with color? Am I looking for something I’ve already found? I may never know until you do. There’s gotta be something out there, There’s gotta be something new. I know it’s gotta be out there and I wonder if it’s you. Our time went stale, we’ve grown apart and I wonder if I am still "forever in your heart". You’re happy and I’m happy for you I am OK with that…. I am OK with that. But I wonder if it’s you I miss…. Or just havin’ you around. Well I may never know until you do.
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The Shroud
Shroud your body in white lies and turtlenecks. Tell yourself you don't belong. Dry your eyes out with sea salt and paper towels. Don't let another tear fall. Mold that mask into something just a little bit easier to contend with. Why don't you tear it all away? Break it down brick by brick and mortar up a brand new life again. You'll love the sunny days again and dance a waltz with drops of rain. You'll find a way to entertain and live happily in the mundane. (and thanks for all the inspiration.) Build your house up of playing cards and sugar glass. Line up all your soldiers, girl. Forget the poetry it's not like it was ever yours. You're lying to yourself again. Why don't you tear it all away? Break it down brick by brick and mortar up a brand new life again. You'll love the sunny days again and dance the waltz with drops of rain. You'll find a way to entertain and live happily in the mundane. You'll clear a path away from pain. You'll drink from cups of fine champagne. And learn the power of refrain and learn the feeling of disdain. And be blind to all that you can feign while lying with your frightened swain. Because you chose to walk this lane of fallen stars and the pseudo-sane. But thanks for all the inspiration.
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The Ghosts That Haunt Me
Drops of memories, wafting in the air. I can't see them as much as I could before. Every corner I step around finds dandelions underneath my feet. And I bend down to straighten them out and blow their seeds 'till Monday rolls around. The night train comes 'round, blowing its whistle at me. This parcel of memory gift wrapped and silent from the ghosts that haunt me. And the land is shaky from infinite holes and I begin to fall. Tumbling down to how you sound without your voice around. And the night train comes 'round blowing its whistle at me. This parcel of memory gift wrapped and silent from the ghosts that haunt me. So please tell me who left you there where you shouldn't be standing alone for awhile. Until I digress to what remains to be seen as an afterglow, with so much future untold. You're so sad.
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Jolene
--Written by Dolly PartonJolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging of you please don't take my man. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Please don't take him just because you can. Your beauty is beyond compare, With flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green. Your smile is like a breath of spring. Your voice is soft like summer rain and I cannot compete with you, Jolene. He talks about you in his sleep and there's nothing I can do to keep from crying when he calls your name, Jolene. And I can easily understand how you could easily take my man but you don't know what he means to me, Jolene. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging of you please don't take my man. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Please don't take him just because you can. You could have your choice of men but I could never love again. He's the only one for me, Jolene. I had to have this talk with you. My happiness depends on you and whatever you decide to do, Jolene. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging of you please don't take my man. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Please don't take him even though you can.
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Imagine
--Written by John LennonImagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for today. Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for and no religion, too. Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say that I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one. Imagine no possessions. I wonder if you can. No need for greed or hunger. A brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people sharing all the world. You may say that I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will live as one.
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Mad World
--Words by Michael Andrews, Music by Gary JulesAll around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for their daily races, going no where, going no where. Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression. Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow. And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very... Mad world. Mad world. Children waiting for the day they feel good, happy birthday, happy birthday. Want to feel the way that every child should, sit and listen, sit and listen. Went to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me, no one knew me. Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson. Look right through me. Look right through me. And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very... Mad world. Mad world. Enlarging your world. Mad world.
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Sober
--Written by ToolThere's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every breath I take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler. Who upon the finger rests? Murder now the path called must we, just because the son has come. Jesus, won't you fucking whistle? Something but the past and done. Jesus, won't you fucking whistle? Something but the past and done. Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over. Why can't we drink forever. I just want to start this over. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave. I will work to elevate you. Just enough to bring you down. Mother Mary won't you whisper? Something but what's past and done. Mother won't you fucking whisper? Something but the past is done. Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over. Why can't we sleep forever? I just want to start this over. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over. Why can't we sleep forever? I just want to start this over. I want what I want. I want what I want. I want what I want. I want what I want.
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Aenima
-- Written by ToolSome say the end is near. Some say we'll see Armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will, ‘cause I sure could use a vacation from this bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Fret for your figure and fret for your latte and fret for your hairpiece and fret for your lawsuit and fret for your prozac and fret for your pilot and fret for your contract and fret for your car. It's a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cuz I sure could use a vacation from this Silly shit, stupid shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L. Ron Hubbard and fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting, hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cuz I'm praying for rain. I'm praying for tidal waves. I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Ma, please flush it all away. I wanna watch it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me a pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. suck it down. Flush it down.
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Piano Man
-- Written by Billy JoelIt’s nine o’clock on a Saturday. The regular crowd shuffles in. There’s an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin. He says "son, can you play me a memory? I’m not really sure how it goes. But it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man’s clothes." La la la, de de da La la, de de da da da. Sing us a song, you’re the piano man. Sing us a song tonight. Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody and you’ve got us feelin’ alright. Now John at the bar is a friend of mine. He gets me my drinks for free. And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke, but there’s someplace that he’d rather be. He says "Bill, I believe this is killing me," As a smile ran away from his face. "Well I’m sure that I could be a movie star if I could get out of this place." Oh, la la la, de de da La la, de de da da da. Now Paul is a real estate novelist Who never had time for a wife. And he’s talkin’ with Davy who’s still in the Navy and probably will be for life. And the waitress is practicing politics as the businessmen slowly get stoned. Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness but it’s better than drinkin’ alone. (Chorus) It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday and the manager gives me a smile. ’Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been comin’ to see to forget about life for a while. And the piano sounds like a carnival and the microphone smells like a beer. And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say, man, what are you doin’ here? Oh, la la la, de de da La la, de de da da da (Chorus)
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