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To His Coy Mistress
03:05
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Had we world enough and time
I would show you it's not a crime
To watch the hours tick on by
Hand in hand, oh mistress mine
For every stolen kiss and every slight caress
Has made each second last, through kingdoms put to rest
So if your heart says yes, and if your skin should please
Why can't we just give in, can we find a sweet release
Each heart beat is over
over lost again
Each heart beat is over
over lost again
But every hidden gaze and ev'ry fluttered lash
is second of missed love, is a second burning past
And every time you blush turn, avert your gaze
is a second we have lost, and seconds soon are days
I would take a thousand years, to kiss each part of you in turn
as each new inch of skin emerges from your dress, just to make you blush and burn
But we don't have a thousand years to spend to make each other squirm
for long before i ever reached your lovely neck, we would be a feast for worms
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2. |
323
03:13
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In three two three alexander ruled the world
In one seven five eight casanova loved the girls
One five one two the sistine chapel was complete
and five years after that martin luther nailed a sheet.
July fourth, seventeen seventy six
all men were created equally
Until that fateful day
When i saw your face
And i realized i found the peak
of the whole human race
Our love could be epic, if you gave it a chance
Rewrite all of history with this very next dance
Fourteenth july
The peasants crushed the bastille walls
In eighteen fourty-seven moctezuma lost his halls
September fourth the power of the romans broke
One four one five the french were lost at agincourt
One four six in the year before Christ
Carthage was burned into a crisp
And though that seems unfair
It truly can't compare
To how my rough and leather shell was broken open by your stare
Our love could be epic, if you gave it a chance
Rewrite all of history with this very next dance
I was tamed
You will reign always over me
over me
Eighth century homer sang the odyssey
Then in fifteen ninety monkey traveled to the vulture peak
Two nine a.d. virgil wrote the man from troy
Eighteen fourty seven bronte wrote the book on being coy
Percy bysse, for leigh hunt's magazine
Wrote lines about our hubris throughout time
But those most awesome words
seem pallid, frail absurb
Compared to all the diction held inside me when our kiss occured
Our love could be epic, if you gave it a chance
Rewrite all of history with this very next dance
I lost my way
but i found it in your skin
My broken heart
you unlocked with sticky sin
My lungs collapsed
with the weight of being free
You stole my breath
and kissed it back inside of me
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3. |
Rob A Bank
03:17
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You're so pretty
I'm so poor
You and i should rob a bank
You're so pretty
You deserve more
You and i should rob a bank
You look devastating
In that jump suit, tight and black
You look devastating
-ly pretty in that mask
And if you want their money
Well you just look so hot
That if you asked politely
They would give you all they got
And then my little bonnie
When we've got it in a sack
We'll ride off towards the sunset
and we'll never dare look back
I'll take you out for dinner
A really fancy meal
The kind with bright red lobsters
and the wine that makes you squeal
You believed me when i said
I shall provide
You'll be with me
or at least my getaway ride
I can't do this on my own
I'll stand by you, my trigger cocked and shotgun loaded
You and me we'll run, brandishing our guns, and fade away into the slowly setting sun
You and me you and me you and me we will rob a bank
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5. |
One Question
03:12
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Just like marie antoinette
You've flipped out gone and lost your head
Only this time i'm not there
You're all alone at night in bed
Now your feet are yours alone
And the weight, it cracks the bone
With all the heaviness of knowing
There is no way to then atone
Do you miss
How i loved you despite you
Do you miss
How i kissed your forehead too
Do you miss
The way i held your lips as truth
Do you miss
Anything at all
One question remains
Do you miss me
Do you need me
at all
at all
at all
at all
Just like queen elizabeth
You inspire a fervrent fear of death
For every kiss is a missed breath
And i would gladly suffocate for
Just one kiss from you
I guess what i was trying to say
You were a queen in everyway
Elegantly cold, deadly beatiful
Every sigh was gold, every word a rule
Elegantly cold, deadly beatiful
Every sigh was gold, every word a
I miss my queen
I miss my queen
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Chocolate!
02:59
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7. |
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I've been eating whiskey and scrambled eggs
They're sickly sweet, but so's the day
I fell in love with this city mine
Such a pretty time, such a shitty rhyme
And the horns snuck up on me tonight
Their trebles rolled me into fright
And my heart burst with the joyous sound
When you're around in this heavy town
Don't say a word
Don't tell a soul
Don't make a noise
They don't understand
I remember the way lovely faces shone
The music beating rhymthms in our bones
I fell in love at the very sight
And the humid night, made our sweat alright
You and i were magnificence itself
They could never understand the well
Of want in every wanton sound
The band would pound to this lovely town
Not in a million years
Could they understand
How we shone, how we shone, how we shone tonight
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9. |
Ozymandias
02:03
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I am a shattered wreck, colossal, boundless, bare
Too many men have gazed on me and so despaired
My hands, are weathered, beaten, crusty chipping stone
The man, was felled in years gone by- i stand alone
He made me,
In his image
Now his image stands alone
He made me
ooo
Now his image stands alone
My shadow rules, the sand and dust of time and tide
Now whispers whipped of sand, once men, do bones abide
My sneer, eternally engraved on empty skin
Relays the man whose bones the sands have now worn thin
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10. |
I Like the Way
03:02
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I wanna make a film so great
It'll make you flood with tears
I wanna write a symphony so grand
That it inspires you for years
I wanna coin a turn of phrase so strong
Each word will let slip dogs of war
I wanna make sweet sweet love to you
The kind that leaves you breathless sweating, panting wanting begging more
I want to cure a bad disease
And name the vaccine after you
I want to grow a brand new grape
The wine of which the heavens knew
I want to tame a unicorn
And teach it curtsying with flair
I want to hold you close to me
And run my fingers through your hair
And when i see you in that dress
Mountains crash into the sea
The moon explodes into the night
Is kind of what you do to me
And then your awkward mouth, it smiles
And between each pale red lip
A thousand empires fought for less
Than to see your smile slip
I like the way you shake shake shake
Move your body over here
I wish that you would take take take
My big brown hand to pull you near
I like the way you shake shake shake
Your skirt and twirl it in the air
I wish that you would make make make
The move to me because i care
I wrote a movie oh so sad
It drowned the audience in tears
I wrote a symphony so grand
It burst a thousand eager ears
I coined a turn of phrase so fresh
When said it shredded weaker flesh
I made sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet love to you
But now you're gone and i am too
I never wanted you to do
Those things you promised me in lieu
Of kisses hugs and being there
So i left you, for a millionaire
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11. |
Cancer
04:12
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When i found out
I did not be
lieve that you could hurt
But if your cancer goes away i'll cry
Like a grandson should
I still need you
They still love you
We still want you here
I will miss the
Way you said my
name the proper way
I will miss the
Way you yelled at me
when i didn't close the door
If you leave us all now
I'll be missing you so
Radio signals, ozone layers
Cell phones with their media players
Microwaves and frozen dinners
Cigarettes and smoking sinners
All these things combine to total
One uncaring god
I still need you
I still love you
I still want you here
We still need you
We still love you
We still want you here
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12. |
Sonnet 130
01:56
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Her eyes are nothing, nothing like the sun
God left her skin rough and undone
Her lips are pale, tender and weak
Her hair is black, wiry and bleak
I have seen a rose most beatifully flush
I admit her cheeks are nowhere as lush
Her breath is warm and hot to me
My neck becomes a hundred degrees
I love when she sings so out of tune
Each broken lost note, makes my poor heart swoon
I know her feet are clumsy unsure
And every dance is shy and demure
But these are not her whole
I love her, heart and soul
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Grab the cartridge and blow it like it's piping hot
If that doesn't work, well baby that's all i've got
Because i'm
Too old for glory, too young to die
Too old for glory, too young to die
When we were young
We used to dream of all the dragons we would slay
But all the minutes turned to hours and and all the hours turned to days
And then we got a job punching clocks from nine to five
And i have to check my pulse just to make sure i'm still alive
I thought the only suit i'd ever wear would look like a raccoon
And dinosaurs would be my friends, and skinny princesses would swoon
And i'd break into a castle with the skill and great finesse
Of andre agassi, not when he's drunk but when he's at his best
But then i found out joy is dead and happiness has avian flu
And i wanted revolution but there's nothing can you do
So i'll take my heart and hide it for the revolution
So i'll take my heart and hide it for the revolution
Too old for glory, too young to die
And that is why, and that is why
Too old for glory, too young to die
Too young to die, too young to die
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14. |
Time
03:07
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15. |
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01:04
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