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Introduction
00:46
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White House Blues
03:59
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Standing at the station, catching up on News
Unemployment, wars abroad, nothing's really new
From Buffalo to Washington.
Still Everyone's complaining, from Trump to Average Joe,
But what's the use when the lobbyists run this puppet show
From California to Washington.
Obama's in the White House beating on his chest
Reagan's in the graveyard, trying to get some rest
But they'll drag him out all across the land
Let's have a tea party, a little you and me party.
Occupy my queen size, sideways and lengthwise
I promise I won't clear you out in the middle of the night. Ohhhh
The Ocean's full of plastic, the weather's getting strange
Politicians keep their eyes on which maps to rearrange
From Portland Oregon to Portland Maine.
The labor laws in China would make a good man weep
But everything is fine and good if we get our iPods cheap
From Chesapeake to Washington.
Obama's in the White House, trying not to cuss
Romney's got his little doggy strapped up on the bus,
From Michigan to Washington.
Let's have a tea party, a little you and me party.
Occupy my queen size, sideways and lengthwise
I promise I won't clear you out in the middle of the night. Ohhhh
Monsanto's in the farmfield, don't know what's on my plate
Children fat on Burger King, don't know just what they ate
From the Golden Gate to Washington
There's some Flouride in my water, there's some Xanax in my veins,
Numbing down the populous, dumbing down our brains.
From Great Plains to Washintgton.
Gas prices soaring, recovery is slow
The Black Eyed Peas make me sick, but they're on the radio
From Buffalo to Washington.
Primary, caucus, they smile and sweet talk-us
Gerrymander, pandering, underhanded slandering,
I just can't stand it anymore. Ohhhhh
Obama's in the white house, staring at the polls
The Gipper's in his grave and he's getting set to roll
From Buffalo to Washington.
From Buffalo to Washington.
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I've seen you on that barstool a hundred times before
Crying in your cabernet and staring at the door.
Waiting for your man to come and tell you he was wrong
Darling you been staring at that door for and waiting for too long.
And I think it's time you open up your pretty eyes to see
The perfect love he promised you will never come to be
Yes I think it's time you wake up from this foolish fantasy
I think it's time you wake up next to me.
I've seen you in the corner a hundred times before
But every time I smile at you, you look down at the floor
I wonder what you're waiting for I'm all you need and so much more
You been staring at that door for and waiting for too long.
Don't be too shy, this bird will fly, out into the night
Yes I think it's time you open up your pretty eyes to see
The perfect love you've been dreaming of is right in front of thee
Yes I think it's time you wake up to a living fantasy
I think it's time you wake up next to me.
I've dreamed of walking up to you a hundred times before
Take your arm in mine and go a strolling on the shore.
Waiting for the stars to rise and put a shining in your eyes.
And tell you what a fool I was, waiting for too long.
Yes I think it's time you open up your pretty eyes to see
The perfect love you've been dreaming of is right in front of thee
Yes I think it's time you wake up to a living fantasy
I think it's time you wake up next to me.
Oh, I wish that you would wake up
Oh, I think it's time you wake up next to me.
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4. |
Find Out
03:47
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If you want me set me free
Release me and you shall see
Just how good my love can be
I found you a-singin’ in the sun
So far from Kansas and always on the run
So I held you and I prayed that you would stay
If you want love come and see
In my arms you will be free
Find out how good my love can be
It was there beneath a festival sky
You spelled me with those eyes
And I realized, how many roads that I’ve been down
If you want me set me free
Take a little time to see
Just how good my love can be
Just how good my love could be for you
You will never know until you’re here with me
How lovely if you
Want love come and see
In my arms you will be free
Find out how good my love can be
I’m not the kind of girl to settle down
Well maybe we could ramble round
On a Greyound bound for glory.
If you want love come and see
In my arms you will be free
Find out how good my love can be
Find out how good my love can be
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5. |
Omie Wise
03:22
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Come, listen to our story, we’ll tell you no lies.
How Orenthal James did murder Omie Wise.
He told her to meet him in Beverly Hills.
He promised her money, gucci bags & pills.
She put on her lipstick, she dressed up so fine.
Innocent and lovely on Hollywood & Vine.
“Orenthal, oh Orenthal, tell me your mind?
Do you mean to marry me or leave me behind?”
“Omie, sweet Omie, you’ll never be my wife.
I have a silver dagger and I mean to end your life.”
“Have mercy, have mercy, please don’t murder me.
I’ll never be a bother, you’ll never hear from me.”
He kissed her and hugged her and took his dagger out.
Omie Wise never even had a chance to shout.
His glove and silver dagger Orenthal did hide.
He got in his Bronco, away he did ride.
Two children found her lying there, the 13th day of June.
Lips as red as blood & her skin pale as the moon.
They called up the police, the lawyers gathered round.
They went out on the freeway and chased that Bronco down.
They found the silver dagger, they found the leather glove.
They buried Omie Wise and now her spirit flies above.
Orenthal James did the jury acquit.
For the glove had shrunk in water, and no longer fit.
He got away with murder, he got away with lies.
For everybody knew he had killed poor Omie Wise.
He got away with murder, he got away with lies.
But he'll never get away from the ghost of Omie Wise.
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