1. |
Fireman
04:05
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FIREMAN
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
Well I'm a fireman
I wear a fire hat
I drive a fire truck
Cuz I'm a fireman
I pet a firedog
I point a firehose
Sometimes I set the fires myself
Cuz I'm a fireman
Well I have a firecape
Covered in reflective tape
And a cherry picker crank
Cuz I'm a fireman
I have the siren on
I have two steering wheels
I'm secretly glad when it burns to the ground
Cuz I'm a fireman
Billion dollars of damage
WOO!
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman
Fireman, fireman, fireman!!!
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2. |
That's Where The Moon Is
04:27
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THAT'S WHERE THE MOON IS
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2008)
That's where the moon is
That's where the sun brights
That's where the stars soft
That's where the moon is
I took the wrong bus
I ended up in city park
I was in a backyard
I was starking up stark
It was after a wedding I missed
That's where the moon is
That's where the moon is, baby
That's where the whites walk
That's where the cars stop
That's where the clouds soft
That's where the moon is
Life is the criss
And death is the cross
X marks the gravestone
And it ain't no big loss
You ain't nothin' but a lobster in a pot
They turn on the cooker and the bubbles pop
They throw your bones in a Corn Flakes box
And that's where the moon is, baby
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3. |
Son Of Unable
02:37
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SON OF UNABLE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
The son is on the runny side of the egg
The egg is on the mother side of the plate
(Your mother is dead, your mother is gone
Your mother went out like a dum-dum)
Son of unable, hey!
Son of unable, ho!
Son of unable
He has high style
He lives a life of petty crime
(GOD DAMN IT!)
The sausage is on the bent side of the fork
The fork is on the wet side of the floor
(Your father is there, your father is wrong
Your father lives life like a dum-dum)
Son of unable, hey!
Son of unable, ho!
Son of unable
He has high style
He lives a life of petty crime
The son is on the runny side
Mmm-hmm
Son of unable, hey!
Son of unable, ho!
Son of unable
He has high style
He lives a life of petty crime
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4. |
I'd Rather Just Die
03:59
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I'D RATHER JUST DIE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
The sun's in the sky
It's a beautiful day today
The world sure looks nice
At first sight in the doorway
But I'd rather just die
I'd rather just die today
The leaves have gone gold
It sure looks like fall today
There's frost on the walls
Martha Stewart would love this day
But I'd rather just die
I'd rather just die today
Don't tell me I don't love life
I love it so much that it shits up my sights
But don't tell me I should change my mind
Cuz I reserve the right
To just wanna die
And I'd rather just die
I'd rather just die today
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5. |
Crayon Factory Blues
02:17
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CRAYON FACTORY BLUES
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
America Joe likes the Rolling Stones
American flags all over his clothes
Crayons color in different coats
America Joe likes white the most
Center him high
Value him low
Center him high
Value him low
America Joe on his native soil
Tasteless broth in a salty bowl
He pays for his coffee
Calls dollars 'bones'
America Joe likes donut holes
Center him high
Value him low
Center him high
Value him low
He's a hardworking guy
And no one knows his plight you know, you know
Sometimes at night, he cries
La la la la la la la la la
Oooh Oooh Oooh!
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6. |
Gold
04:42
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GOLD
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
If I have to go
I'll only go for a season
If I have to know
It's cuz I got a good reason
If I have to fall
It's gonna be on my own blues
If I have the gall
I only hope I don't lose you
Cuz you're gold
You're gold
If I have to change
I hope I change for the better
I'f I'm acting strange
It's cuz I'm going to let her
And if I get stole
It's just cuz you never caught me
It's nothing you did wrong
It's just that you never got me
But you're gold
You're gold
(This song's to Grey)
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7. |
Standing In The Snow
03:20
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STANDING IN THE SNOW
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
I don't wanna cross the road, so
I'm standing in the snow
Between a bank
And an Amoco
I'm standing in the snow
Just standing in the snow
A brain is a guitar solo
A lot of notes going nowhere
Standing in the snow
Just standing in the snow
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8. |
Iron In The Fire
06:35
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IRON IN THE FIRE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
BABY!
I got a 518
To dial a 203
I got a Mountain Bell
For her New England leaves
I got an iron in the fire
I got an iron in the fire
She got a winter hat
I gotta win her heart
She's got swiss-cheese shoes
I got Cheeseman Park
I got an iron in the fire
I got an iron in the fire
I got a pretty mile
She got a pretty mouth
I'm gonna leave it outside
For her to pick it up
I got an iron in the fire
I got an iron in the fire
And when I go to her
And when she comes to me
It's gonna come to fruit
It's gonna come to be
I got an iron in the fire
I got an iron in the fire
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9. |
Popi
07:00
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POPI
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
A guitar with a million strings
It was actually a hammock
Linda Goodman
Called on the phone
I hung it up
The paint had hardly dried on that one
A great many people
Can want the same one
People want you, they want me too
Make me an offer I can't refuse
I went to the park
I sat on a bench
It was dark; a man passed by
He talked to me
I think he wanted sex
I waved him off
I laughed
That's how it is in the city, I guess
Skyscrapers make the loneliest pricks
Mail me a letter like a springtime summer
Mail me a letter like an acorn falling
Mail me a letter dutifully misspelled like you do
Mail me a letter and I'll pretend that it's you
I'll pretend that it's you
A girl died
On 14th Street today
An ambulance came and took her away
It said "DENVER GENERAL" on the doors
In reflective letters, backwards
I named her 'Popi'
I'm sorry she's gone
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10. |
Worn Out
05:38
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WORN OUT
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2010)
Everything it moves with such speed
And I'm so slow, and I'm so worn out
I would like to believe
That I could still steal the show
But I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out
Well it's fun, I suppose, to go dancing at indie shows
But I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out
I see people walking by
They're so happy, they don't even have to try
And I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out
Well I know that you want me to come visit you
But I'm so worn out
On a bus or a train
But I'm afraid my strength is failing
I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out
Well there's those songs where they say
'I'm not what I used to be in the old days
I'm so worn out'
These are songs that I hate
But I'm afraid I'm forced to write one of my own
I'm so worn out
I'm so worn out
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11. |
World Of Good
04:11
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WORLD OF GOOD
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
Sometimes I brace my head low
And sometimes I hang my head high
Sometimes I fold my halo
For the sake of an eye-to-eye
She is a ballerina
Flashing reds between 10th and 9th
Push lately comes to shove
And heaven help us, comes tonight
High-beams on rural high seas
Split the rifts in the AM hillsides
Sweet peels and rotting ceilings
Scent the Schultz in her paperback spines
Breathing steam to 'We'
She cracks the cuffs of her Cons to knee-highs
Hike hyper stiffs on plastics
A World Trade Center either side
Shitcan the cold potatoes for eager peaches by the slice
Sometimes I brace my head low
And sometimes I hang my head high
Sometimes I fold my halo
For the sake of an eye-to-eye
She is a ballet teacher
Trophy bone shattered in the thigh
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
Heather O, Heather O, Heather O, Heather O
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12. |
Faces
03:15
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FACES
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2008)
One day they're there
The next day they're gone
Faces
Faces
One day they're shining
The next day they're long
Faces
Faces
Faces
One day you know 'em
The next day you don't
Faces
Faces
One day you want 'em
The next day you won't
Faces
Faces
Faces
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Patrick Porter Austin, Texas
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