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Folked Up
02:59
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It's good to get folked up
It's good to get folked up
Folk me and you
You, you , and you
Folking is so good to do
Some people folk in the street
Singing for something to eat
Some folk in bars
Others in cars
Folk music makes them complete
It's good to get folked up
It's good to get folked up
Folk me and you
You, you, and you
Folking is something I do
Find folk in Country and Rock
Those kinds of records I bought
Tapes and CDs
Now MP3s
I'll hear whatever you got
'cause it's good to get folked up
It's good to get folked up
Folk me and you
You, you, and you
Folking is so fun to do
Gut - red : bone - white : blood - blue
We're the same colors inside - who knew
I'd rather die
Than live some old lie
So I wrote this folk song for you
It's good to be folked up
It's good to be folked up
Folk you and you
You, you, and you
Folk songs are good 'cause their true
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Point Of View
02:29
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Point Of View
All I really have
Is a point of view
It is always changing
Into something new
A mind never altered
Is one that never grew
Nine planets in the solar system
Minus one or two
Who knew?
They say the sky is blue
Until we agree otherwise
I'm saying that it's true
My thoughts are wild animals
Trapped in this cyber zoo
Swimming on the internet
With the chosen few
And if you've gotten this far
I could learn from you
Facts evolve into change
We all evolve too
Some are passing out
Others passing through
Ask me how I know
I don't have a clue
Discoveries keep happening
Then you're 52
When ideas get worn out
Change them like a shoe
Ishi said the best thing
The white man brought was glue
His point of view frozen
In a history book or two
I'm the drunken tinker
In Taming Of The Shew
My life has been a cartoon
No one ever drew
If I go to Alaska
Will you go with me too?
Find some peace of mind
Live in an igloo
We could bring a burner
Make us some fondu
When we sail back home
We'll hang out with the crew
Fondu in an igloo
A thought I can't undo
My point of view keeps changing
Dreams are changing too
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3. |
Guns
03:48
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I have never owned a gun
Shot one once kind of fun
Pulled the trigger that was it
Hit the target then I split
To each his own that’s what I say
No one’s taking guns away
They might be needed in this place
Protecting us from outer space
Today they’re pointed at each other
To keep us safe from one another
Makes no sense to me but hey
We all return to dust someday
Its not for me to take a life
Or give somebody else advise
I was born upon this earth
Where destruction equals worth
Peace is easy peace is safe
I better life, a better place
Takes no action. Takes no lives
Peace is needed to survive
I can only preach so much
Mostly I feel out of touch
With all that’s trending in our wake
The news today is often fake
Spreading stories that aren’t true
The sky is green it’s not blue
For some it’s powerful and fun
To confuse most everyone
Me I’m stuck here with the truth
Knowing it has little use
In today’s big frightened culture
Where the dove yields to the vulture
So point the guns up to the sky
No need to target you and I
We’re not the ones we need to fear
The enemy is not yet here
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4. |
We Are Even
02:01
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I like poetry
I like art
I like people
For a start
I like bagels
I love lox
I like Jack
In the box
Take the needle
Off the table
Flip the record
Read the label
Drink the beer
Eat the brownie
Wash the clothes
In liquid Downy
Pop the culture
In the bubble
See it splatter
This means trouble
No more heroes
Tina Turner
Keep the live stock
Off the burner
I’m an angel
I’m a demon
Tell the sell outs
We are even
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The Alphabet Drug Song
01:25
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6. |
The Videit
00:53
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The Emergency Alert Message
Comes at all hours
You never know when it will make itself known
It cuts off all programming
To remind me
That there could be
An emergency
What kind you ask?
Let your imagination wonder
Into wonderland
Could be the ultimate cyber war
Where all the machines don't work anymore
Maybe the seas will rise
Right before our eyes
Now back to our regular programming
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7. |
Ballad Of The Voice Man
04:08
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He was born in the city
Between people and machines
He was raised up on the T.V.
By those pictures on the screen
It was sometime in the 60s
His old man went to war
And when that old man
When he came back
His mama wouldn't see him any more
So she took them
Him and his sister
One was two the other four
They drove off into the suburbs
You take your heart and slam the door
Chorus
But he loved to swing that bat
Though he rarely hit the ball
If it's hard to reach him these days
He hears voices
And they hate him
While they smile to his face
He gave up all the sports for a guitar full of songs
And he later hit the highway full of dotted lines and rolled along
There were bad nights and there were good nights
There was no one and there were crowds
But he gave them all that he had and let them take the bow
Chorus
There's a place for all the hunted
Those who bleed by circumstance
Where the winners are the losers
Where the crippled do the dance
Chorus
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8. |
Medications
03:36
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Medications
Medications
Make me strong
Make me weak
Make stop
Wanting to seek
For the answer
In the child proof cap
Leaves no room
For questioning
Side effects
Are deafening
We all need a little help
Sometimes
Medications
Deep frustrations
Over power
Of the pill
Why wont God
Just heal me?
I mean
That is what God does right?
Physical obstacles
Make the will grow stronger
The soul is along for the ride
God works from the inside
Medication
Procreation
Life heals
As it displaces
Life
Abandoment
The depression
In others
Only to feel
Depression itself
Mingling at the party
Spreading like Prozac
Across the psychiatric highway
Which has lead
Into every town and city
Where they say,
“Depression is anger
Without motivation
Live is a job
Let's take a vacation!”
Medication
Some salvation
Keeps us alive
On a chemical drive
From Wallgreen’s
To CVS
Pillars of pills
Repairing what kills
Doctor prescribe me
What’s best
credits
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They called him
The southern gentleman
Bats up in the sky
Bats up in the air
When you get real high
Bats are everywhere
One more cigarette
One more page to write
One more morning sun
Interrupts the night
Deadline
You got beat the deadline
The sun is my deadlne
On the campaign trail
Nixon on the cross
Hunter lead the way
Truth at any cost
Room service for one please
Bring up several entres
4 bottles of champaign
Grapefruit on the side
An eight ball of cocaine
Writing gets me high
Deadline
You gotta beat the deadline
Up against a deadline
Woody Creek at night
A shotgun blast was heard
This won't hurt a bit
Were his last written words
Hunter you were right
America the dream
Never had a chance
After what you'd seen
Deadline
Up against the deadline
Do not cross the deadline
Hunter you were strong
They called him
The southern gentleman
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10. |
Pill For That
02:33
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11. |
Scarecrow's Lament
02:33
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David Shepherd Grossman Los Angeles, California
All music written by DSG
('cept where noted)
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