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Lord, Lord, Lord
01:47
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You had a crazy glint in your one good eye.
I started feeling jumpy.
Couldn't place why.
You made a different noise than a thousand other boys.
When you went passing by, I said, "My, my, my."
When you went passing by, I said, "My, my, my."
You showed me a side that I didn't want to know.
You saw me in a way that I didn't want to show.
You made as much sound as a mole in the ground
when you turned to go. I said, "No, no, no."
When you turned to go, I said, "No, no, no."
I saw your sadness and my dry eyes poured.
I saw your madness and my dead heart roared.
Your eye started glinting and my heavy soul soared.
When you struck that chord, I said, "Lord, Lord, Lord."
When you struck that chord, I said, "Lord, Lord, Lord."
When you struck that chord, I said, "Lord, Lord, Lord."
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2. |
It Hurts
01:20
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Oh, it hurts to think about you.
I don't wanna leave and you know it's true
And, oh, it hurts, 'cause you probably do
You're smiling, you're laughing.
Now I'm in a fix.
I can't help loving you even though you don't.
And oh, it hurts, 'cause you probably won't.
Sometimes you're so sweet I think you can't be bad.
But, baby, you're a monster when you get mad.
And, oh, it hurts when you treat me like a doormat.
If there's one thing that could kill my blues,
you could feel what I feel when you do what you do
'Cause, oh, it hurts, and I wish that you knew.
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All I do is lay in bed all the time
'cause living to me is like trudging through slime.
I don't really care anymore
'cause living to me is such a drudgerous chore.
Working, sleeping, and paying some bills
is what you call living
without any thrills
To think this could be it, baby,
gives me the chills
And remembering you,
well, baby, it kills, so
All I do is lay in bed all the time
'cause living to me is like trudging through slime.
I don't really care anymore
'cause living to me is such a drudgerous chore.
I could
stare at the ceiling,
maybe watch some tv.
That's become what I call,
"activity."
Gotta quiet my brain
by the minute,
'cause it's only ok when there's nothing in it.
All I do is lay in bed all the time
'cause living to me is like trudging through slime.
I don't really care anymore
'cause living to me is such a drudgerous chore.
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4. |
Two Different People
03:32
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I've got one baby
but he's two different people.
One is sweet.
The other is evil.
One I want to stick around.
The other I want to bury in the ground.
Though there's one
I'd like to smother,
there's one I adore.
He's the vulnerable one undercover.
But you can't have one without the other.
Oh, Lord, it's getting dangerous
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
One is a puppy.
He's got big, soft eyes.
He holds me talking sweetly.
And he doesn't want to fight.
One is a snake with a vicious bite.
Oh, Lord, which one is coming over tonight.
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
I've got one baby
but he's two different people.
One is sweet.
The other is evil.
One I want to stick around.
The other I want to bury in the ground.
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
Baby, won't you please stop spitting and snarling.
Baby, come cuddle up, you're so darling.
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5. |
Killin' Time
02:28
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Killin' time.
Killin' time.
All this time
stretches and swells
untill it's weighing heavy.
I have to kill it so it doesn't kill me.
Take a walk.
Watch some TV.
It's all just killin' time to me.
You're not around.
That's fine with me.
Free to do whatever I please.
Like try not to think about you
and try to have a good time without you.
Are you having a good time without me.
Oh, freedom
is a hollow victory.
It's all just killin' time to me.
It just took a second
for you to step in
and become part of my life.
And it just took a second
for you to walk out the door.
Now your ghost follows me though you're not around anymore.
And I've still got these seconds
to fill with activity
but it's all just killin' time to me.
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6. |
Heaven
01:37
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Heaven is a place we go when we die.
I can't wait to get me a piece of that pie.
People love their neighbor without even trying.
People laugh instead of crying.
People live instead of dying
and people tell the truth instead of lying.
Heaven is a place some people call Zion.
Heaven is a place we go when we die.
Earth is a place where we talk about heaven
'cause it's a lot better than the facts of living.
Earth is full of lonely situations.
Earth is full of mediocre locations.
Earth is full of divided nations.
People take instead of giving.
People sink instead of swimming.
Earth is a place where we talk about heaven.
I'm coming to get ya.
I'm coming to get ya.
Heaven, don't you know that the moment I let ya
Wrap me all up in your warm embrace
all my troubles will be erased.
Heaven is a place we go when we die.
I can't wait to get me a piece of that pie.
People love their neighbor without even trying.
People laugh instead of crying.
People live instead of dying
and people tell the truth instead of lying.
Heaven is a place some people call Zion.
Heaven is a place we go when we die.
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Aiden Malecky Charleston, South Carolina
Hi. Here are a bunch of songs I wrote on guitar (and sang, imagine that).
I also designed
all the album covers except for "All the Cars along the Highway". You can check out my visual art at www.redbubble.com/people/aidenmalecky. See ya!
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