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6-6-SEVEN
03:42
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Got a cold black shadow
Sliding underneath my skin
Hear me rubbing on your back door
Why don’t you let me in
Couldn’t make it on Tuesday
Wednesday down with the flu
When I came here on Friday night
Tell me where were you
Somebody giving me the side-eye
Might want to see me destroyed
If I didn’t know better
Might think I was getting paranoid
Help me make it to the weekend
Maybe just for another year
Let me dwell in the House of the Landlord
At least till my road is clear
It’s been so long since I felt like feeling like myself
Went back to where I used to come from
Nobody recognized my face
Old man said you must understand son
Nothing for you in this place
He said the best thing I can tell you
Is hurry up and turn around
Nothing anyone can sell you
To keep this all from coming down
Get my affairs in order
Try my best to try my best
Don’t get caught up in the small stuff
Don’t get dragged down by the rest
Might be something that a few hundred dollars
And a tankful of gas wouldn’t improve
Wait till nobody’s watching
Find some room to move
That might be all I need is just a little room to move
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Ride the Dinosaur
04:20
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For hundreds of years we brought you the news
Printed the info, gave you the clues
Owners’ profits were always sky high
Changing markets now threaten our lives
Post-literation, critical reading
Dumbed-down national, signs of inbreeding
TV sucking ideas from our heads
Public discourse just about dead
Ride the dinosaur
Ride the dinosaur
Our readers are in the obits each day
Online click bait, a prurient way
Is free information here to stay?
Not even hookers give it away
Advertising, metastasizing
Newsrooms shrinking, constant attrition
Ride the dinosaur
Ride the dinosaur
Deadlines, bylines, pictures too
Editorial comment for a buck or two
Fire down the block the murder next door
Now we wonder what it’s all for.
Social media, coming free to yah
Funny pages, the mayor’s wages
Criminal scenes corruption schemes
Ink-stained wretches asking tough questions
Ride the dinosaur
Ride the dinosaur
Our presses are running all through the night
We’re printing the truth with all of our might
We’re platform agnostics, got the Interweb too
Buy an ad, see what we can do
We still have subscribers, still have our fans
We’re here every day so give us a chance
And we’re making our stand
Just hold us in your hand
Ride the dinosaur
Ride the dinosaur
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3. |
I Feel Alright
03:00
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4. |
The Last Time
04:03
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