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The Way We Walk
03:35
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You and I both know the lies
They tell about our kind:
The only good one is a dead one, (and)
Dead ones just aren’t trying.
We walk the way we walk, it’s the way we walk.
We talk the way we talk, it’s the way we talk.
We walk the way we walk, it’s the way we walk.
We talk the way we talk, it’s the way we talk.
The dead-end streets of our hometown
Lead to our favorite places,
The loading docks and empty shops
And long-abandoned spaces.
We walk the way we walk, it’s the way we walk.
We talk the way we talk, it’s the way we talk.
We walk the way we walk, it’s the way we walk.
We talk the way we talk, it’s the way we talk.
This is the glue that holds you and me together.
This is the music of an aching human heart,
And though it’s hard to know what’s worse or what is better,
Sometimes the only thing to do is play our parts.
We walk the way we walk, it’s the way we walk.
We talk the way we talk, it’s the way we talk.
We walk the way we walk, it’s the way we walk.
We talk the way we talk, it’s the way we talk.
We pass the bottle and we
Tell the jokes that make us
Forget about how easily this
Ugly world can break us
We walk the way we walk, it’s the way we walk.
We talk the way we talk, it’s the way we talk.
We walk the way we walk, it’s the way we walk.
We talk the way we talk, it’s the way we talk.
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All the Hairy Boys
02:24
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All the hairy boys with their Floyd and Zeppelin
Want to kiss the girls but the girls won’t let them.
All the hairy boys, all the hairy boys,
All the hairy boys out making a noise.
All the hairy boys like to rev their engines,
Up and down the block with a reckless vengeance.
All the hairy boys, all the hairy boys,
All the hairy boys out making a noise.
Turn up the radio.
Tune out the fear.
Nowhere for you to go, but
Pop that clutch and get out of here.
All the hairy boys gonna grow up someday.
Until then, they gotta learn the hard way.
All the hairy boys, all the hairy boys,
All the hairy boys out making a noise.
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We watched the sky to find out
How the world would treat us.
Three birds flying to the sun said
Winter would defeat us.
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman.
We barely understood the
Changing of the seasons.
We figured Mother Nature
Must have had her reasons.
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman.
Before the weatherman we
We barely knew our letters.
Before the weatherman we
Huddled close together.
Before the weatherman we
Knew each other better.
Before the weatherman we
Still believed in weather.
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman.
And now we watch the world
On tiny telephone screens.
And barely know what any of the
Shit we see means.
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman,
Before the weatherman.
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Spinning in the moonlight, dancing in the dark,
Bertha with a crooked foot like a question mark,
Crying out in hunger, crying with delight,
Creeping through the shadows and hiding from the light…
The hiss of gas, the rush of flame,
Another cup of tea
Give me time to figure out
Who I want to be.
A quiet night to disconnect.
A little room to breathe.
Give me time to figure out
What I want to believe.
Bertha with a crooked foot, spinning door to door,
Tapping glass and picking locks and wondering what they’re for.
Peeking into your life, peeking into mine,
Lost in fascination with how we waste our time.
The hiss of gas, the rush of flame,
Another cup of tea
Give me time to figure out
Who I want to be.
A quiet night to disconnect.
A little room to breathe.
Give me time to figure out
What I want to believe.
A cold and gray December night, another cup of tea,
I get a funny feeling someone’s watching me,
Peeking in my window, curious and kind.
Bertha with a crooked foot, dirty and divine.
The hiss of gas, the rush of flame,
Another cup of tea
Give me time to figure out
Who I want to be.
A quiet night to disconnect.
A little room to breathe.
Give me time to figure out
What I want to believe.
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Marc Schuster Havertown, Pennsylvania
Marc's first concert was the Monkees in 1987.
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