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Protest Song
01:31
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You climbed so high
But gravity’s gonna bring you down
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I need you to eat your vegetables
I need you to eat your vegetables
I need you to eat your vegetables now
Please eat your vegetables
I need you to eat your vegetables
Please eat your vegetables
Come on
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New Colossus
02:34
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[after the poem by Emma Lazarus]
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4. |
Anything
02:44
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Try not to get excited
You know better than to trust a love this new
Although I am delighted
To meet someone who hates the same things I do
Don’t call it “love” until you know
It can mean anything
Don’t call me “lover” ’til you know
I can’t do anything
Unless unless..
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5. |
Mean
02:49
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Without your shades the sun
Gets in your eyes
You tell me you don’t mind the sunshine
I tell you you’ll go blind
You tell me I’m so negative
Why do you be that way?
‘Cause my prescription got lost
Back at JFK
Hey, hey
We don’t quite match on the street
At least in this city
Nobody matches just like us so we blend seamlessly
Into the love love love mass hatin’ at the walls that keep the insides in
And keep the buzzin’ bees at bay with all their “Do this, do that”
And “Don’t don’t don’ts”
Vacation’s over, we live here now on this beach if we must
You know it’s not a bad view for being far from California
It stays warm a while up here, I hear, despite being so far from the equator
Though just north of here’s a tundra I was told but Danny says it’s
Lies lies lies and we should visit in the summer
But Toronto’s a bore, I bet
Let’s go when we’re bored
Of this sublime Casablanca after we’ve gone to bed
For seven months and six days beneath stars we must imagine
‘Cause the livin’ lights of midtown
Buzz warm without confirmation
Tell me it’s not bliss, it is
Just gimme a kiss
Like that, like this, oh honey, you know I’ll do it your way ’til we’re in the ground
First, honey, don’t make a sound
Listen to the modern music
Of the chaos crashin’ ‘round, it’s beautiful
Like you
And you can be mean too
Ooh-ooh-ooh
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6. |
untitled sunrise number
03:07
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[instrumental]
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7. |
Titled Dusk Number
03:01
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This town’s on fire
(yeah) It’s garbage
Cleanse it with fire
(oh) Cleanse it with garbage (hey)
My heart goes boom-boom-boom
Stop like a heart-attack
My heart goes boom-boom-boom
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Phil Forsyth St. Petersburg, Florida
Phil Forsyth is a seasoned punk rocker and songsmith living in Saint Petersburg, Florida with his wife, a tortoise, three very odd cats, and a few who hang around.
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My friend and sometimes collaborator, an important man who carries a lot of weight in some parts ;) And one of the finest performers I know. The band's not bad either.
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The first single from my new band Bad Teeth [I play guitar and yell some] Post-punk hip-hop if you can picture that. Played tonight 2.22.23 on The Hour of Power on Radio St.Pete 96.7fm
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