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Weddings, Funerals, Cigarettes, and Booze
Well she went to Mexico and left me here alone,
And there’s nothing else but bad news when I pick up the phone.
I got no job and no place that I would call a home
Feel like a little lost kid, they tell me I’m full grown.
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Weddings, funerals, cigarettes and booze
I can’t think of very much that I got left to lose.
Weddings, funerals, booze and cigarettes
Lord I think I’ve had enough, but it ain’t over yet.
I’m looking in the mirror, my eyes are all bloodshot,
My hands are all but useless, my stomach’s in a knot.
I’m trying to be thankful for everything I’ve got,
But alcohol and cigarettes don’t seem like a lot.
Chorus
And all the pretty people, they disappear like smoke
She said that she would never leave, I guess that she mis-spoke.
Why did I have to fall in love, was that some kind of joke?
Seems like every time I try to swallow, all I do is choke.
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Pretty Girl Blues
Well tell me baby, what’s on your mind right now?
Tell me baby, can I help you pass the time somehow?
If you’ll tell me what’s on your mind,
I won’t waste no time, I’ll come around.
Well now baby, you know I think the world of you.
Tell me baby, what’s a pretty girl like you want to do?
When you’ve got a man like me wearing these bright orange tennis shoes.
Well you know I’m all alone, I’ve got no bed tonight.
But if you’ll take me home, I can make you feel alright.
We might not get no sleep ‘til we see the morning light.
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Will You Wait?
Will you wait for me when the sky’s turned black,
When the ocean’s dry, when the earth has cracked?
Will you wait for me when my luck’s run out,
Will you help me stand, will you hear me shout?
Will you wait for me when I’m all washed up,
If there’s nothing left to fill our cups?
Will you wait for me if I foam at the mouth,
If I bite your hand and my wits’ve gone south?
Will you wait for me if the train runs late,
If I’m still outside when they’ve shut the gates?
Will you wait for me?
Will you wait for me when I’m doing time,
Whatever the reason, whatever the crime,
And some guy’s out there feeding you lines,
And he says that it’s his but I know that it’s mine.
Will you wait for me to mend my ways,
Despite all the foolish things I say?
Will you wait for me to kick the habit,
When there’s something I need and I know you have it?
Will you wait for me when the sky’s turned black,
When the ocean’s dry, when the earth has cracked?
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Yours to Give
Take the time to work it out
Don’t give me no run-around.
When you know what it’s all about
Whisper in my ear, don’t shout.
Do your thoughts just twist and turn
Rise and slip away?
I guess some flames will always burn
Others shine and fade.
I won't tell you how to live
Your love is yours to give.
If you want to share your time,
We could share some peace of mind.
Take the time to work it out
Oooh oooh ooh
When you know what it’s all about
Oooh oooh ooh
Whisper in my ear, don’t shout
Whisper in my ear, don’t shout.
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Rupert Murdoch
Rupert Murdoch wants to know my age,
He wants to know my height and weight.
Rupert Murdoch wants to know if I’m taken,
or if I’m free to date.
Rupert Murdoch wants to know my hobbies,
What I watch on TV,
Mr. Murdoch sure wants to know an awful lot about me.
Rupert Murdoch owns a lot of something,
I’m not exactly sure what.
The stuff we see on this here screen,
I guess he gets a cut.
So tell me, Mr. Murdoch,
When will I be free?
Cause you sure do seem to know an awful lot about me.
Rupert Murdoch owns your friends,
He knows your enemies.
Rupert Murdoch’s sitting pretty,
As pretty as you please.
Rupert Murdoch is a very rich man,
Yeah I could use some of that money.
I’d buy myself a brand new house
With a plasma screen TV.
So I could watch all Rupert Murdoch’s shows,
And throw fabulous parties.
And my spacey friends can come along and have a real good time with me.
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Waiting for the Rapture
Sometimes feel so sad, and I don’t know why,
There’s nothing wrong with my life.
Things aren’t so hard, not for you and I,
Although the fruit is overripe.
So let’s make up some problems to keep ourselves amused.
Love and logic keep me so confused.
I’m in love with a girl, says she’s in love with me,
Waiting for each other like the ecstasy of the rapture.
And these feelings I’m trying hard today
To find a will, to find a way to capture.
So let’s make up some problems to keep ourselves amused.
Love and logic keep me so confused.
I want you here in my arms, I want to sing you to sleep,
Don’t leave again, I just want to keep you near me.
Well it’s hard to cry and it’s hard to laugh,
Staring at a photograph, can you hear me?
I’m just making up problems to keep ourselves amused.
Love and logic got me so confused.
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Recorded in two hours one afternoon in Santa Monica, 2007.
released January 1, 2008
