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A hurricane blows right in
And sweeps away Sans Souci,
Ol’ Mac’s heirloom plantation
On the banks of the Mississippi
Mac married way too young
Though she bore him handsome sons
When the Great War finally comes
Ol’ Mac, he cuts and runs
Sometimes you want to cry
When you look her in the eye
Knowing nothing lasts forever
He is determined to die well
So he joins the British flyers
He endures the training hell
Takeoff crashes, fatal fires
From the boards of a West End stage
Billie hosts flyboys at her flat
Both were ready to turn the page
One glance, and that was that
Sometimes you want to cry
When you look her in the eye
Knowing nothing lasts forever
She preserves her youthful beauty
In a small wax Tussaud doll
To keep him safe on duty
The best lucky charm of all
When a mishap breaks its arm
Mac sends that doll in for repairs
Next day, Mac’s pals grow alarmed
He flies into clouds and disappears
Sometimes you want to cry
When you look her in the eye
Knowing nothing lasts forever
A glimpse of grief in the cocaine mirror
Is surviving the greater sin?
One more bump to remember him clearer
Drinking lye brings Mac back again.
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Trouble in a Black Truck
02:04
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Here comes trouble in a black truck.
Bound to double her hard luck.
Tats and muscles run amok,
Toothpick smirk, boy, he's moonstruck.
Gravel sliding Ford pickup
Brakes abrupt as dust kicks up,
Got his attention? I'd say, yup.
But that sweet talkin' swill he just makes up.
Suntanned, rugged and crewcut,
Stetson straw with brim curled up,
Open shirt and six pack gut,
Cowboy boots and blue jean strut.
Oh, here comes trouble
To burst her bubble
With scratch-me stubble,
Turns dreams to rubble.
Ogles her bust and then her butt.
Sizing her up cuz he's in rut.
Hoping she might be some dumb slut
Working the street like a cheap harlot.
“I've seen enough,
Mister sweet'n tough,
Read my rebuff,
Won't buy yer guff.”
There goes trouble in a black truck.
Looks like her day is looking up.
Outta the crosshairs, bullet ducked,
Take that corn, and go get...shucked.
G'on, haul yer redneck ass on outta here!!
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The Donald Trump Flu
01:47
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I’m coughin up a storm
I’m runnin to the loo
My forehead’s kinda warm
It’s the Donald Trump Flu.
It might be in my head
Hypochondria isn’t new
Better scared than dead
It’s the Donald Trump Flu.
There’s no way to be sure
No test for them to do
They say we are at war
It’s the Donald Trump Flu.
They tell me, go to ground
Keep contacts to a few
Clear six feet all around
It’s the Donald Trump Flu.
Wash hands every hour
Wear gloves and mask, too
Best isolate and cower
It’s the Donald Trump Flu.
My tee-pee’s runnin low
My rent is comin due
No work in sight I know
It’s the Donald Trump Flu.
Wall Street’s in a tailspin
Is there someone I can sue?
My pension funds are rail thin
It’s the Donald Trump Flu.
He tells us not to worry
But he hasn’t got a clue
A cure is coming, surely
It’s the Donald Trump Flu.
I hope you’ll say it with me
There’s only now a few
My Asian friends all see
It’s the Donald Trump Motherf!&kin Flu.
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Riding shotgun with my son
Ain't no fun for noone.
Pretending to be blind and dumb
Don't ask advice, don't give none.
When it begun, we flipped. He won.
But when we're done, I'll run.
No, riding shotgun with my son
Just ain't no fun for noone.
I want to ask him to pull over
When he passes on the shoulder
That tractor trailer driver's pissed
We cut him off, he shakes his fist
We swerve and bump and brake and lurch
I stifle screams. My stomach hurts.
We pass the cops. I check his speed.
They don't give chase. We get a lead.
The engine races, tires squeal,
Horns are honking, no big deal.
I sit back and say it's cool
But riding with him's just, plain cruel.
I know that kid must learn to drive,
But will we get there both alive?
My job, to bolster confidence
But squirming here just makes no sense.
"Just drop me off next chance you get. "
I'll cab it there with no regret.
I wish him luck on the road ahead.
And check for a bus back home instead.
Riding shotgun with my son
Ain't no fun for noone.
Pretending to be blind and dumb
Don't ask advice, don't give none.
When it begun, we flipped. He won.
But when we're done, I'll run.
No, riding shotgun with my son
Just ain't no fun for noone.
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Restart my Heart
02:12
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When I removed that cuff of gold
The devil knew my soul'd been sold.
I didn't heed what I'd been told.
Consumed by greed, my heart turned cold.
All I craved was sinful fun.
I grew depraved, I loved no one.
I’d do what I dared, my soul was done.
They'd say they cared, I'd hide or run.
Then I saw you, and all that changed.
Now all my thinkin’s rearranged.
I take a diff'rent point of view
Since turning 'round and finding you.
Restart my heart.
Rekindle flames.
Reclaim my soul.
Revise my aims.
Reset my wheels.
Rewrite my part.
Reflect my joy.
Restart my heart.
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Up to No Good
04:06
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Those rascals up in Congress,
It seems they're workin' late,
Votin' this and passin' that.
I hope it's worth the wait.
I don't know what they're doin'
I pray it's good, but ain't.
Supposedly they'll keep us free
'Cause every one's a saint.
They're up to no good
(Up to no good)
They're up to no good
(Up to no good)
The President's in meetings
Behind closed doors all day,
Tweetin’ this and boastin’ that,
Lyin’ all the way.
I don't know what he's doin'.
I pray it's good, but ain't.
For goodness sake, the news ain’t fake,
Stop stretchin’ your constraints.
He's up to no good
(Up to no good)
He's up to no good
(Up to no good)
The kids are in the basement,
Noise peelin' off the paint.
I holler at em, then again.
Their whispers are now faint.
I don't know what they're doin'
I pray it's good, but ain't.
Obediently, now quietly,
I don’t hear no complaints.
They're up to no good
(Up to no good)
They're up to no good
(Up to no good)
You swear I am the only one.
You, too, are workin' late.
Bribin' me with jewelry,
Say, "Trust me," but I cain't.
I don't know what you're doin'.
I pray it's good, but ain't.
Dutifully, for the family.
Quite the picture you can paint.
You're up to no good
(Up to no good)
You're up to no good
(Up to no good)
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7. |
The Weight of it All
04:43
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Where do these tears come from
Streaming down your cheeks?
Worries mount to a sum
Piled high these past weeks
You wonder do you belong
In a rowboat with leaks?
Too much ballast brought on
Onto the deck bilge seeps.
It’s the weight of it all
(Welling up inside)
The weight of it all
(Like your best friend just died)
The weight of it all
(Pushing against the tide)
The weight of it all
(Because you know that she lied)
Where do these tears come from?
You try to wipe them all back
Wish you knew the right psalm
Pray for peace you now lack
Chop and currents are strong
Fearing a panic attack
Rowing through rain is so wrong
The hull is showing a crack
It’s the weight of it all
(Welling up inside)
The weight of it all
(Like your best friend just died)
The weight of it all
(Pushing against the tide)
The weight of it all
(You just found out that she lied)
Where do these tears come from?
Her hair and clothes soaked wet
Soon you’ll go on the run
But there is work to do yet
Hurry up, the sun comes
No goodbyes, no regret
Water fills up her lungs
Rocks pull her down to her bed
It’s the weight of it all
(Welling up inside)
The weight of it all
(Like your best friend just died)
The weight of it all
(Pushing against the tide)
The weight of it all
(Deny it? Yeah, she tried)
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Quack Quack
02:21
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“Quack, quack,” went the lame duck, 1, 2, 3
“Quack, quack,” went the lame duck. “Look at me.
“I wiggle my tail, flap wings and grin broadly.
“Quack, quack,” went the lame duck, 1, 2, 3
“Quack, quack,” went the lame duck, 1, 2, 3
“Quack, quack,” went the lame duck. “Look at me.
“I’m just as fat and juicy as I could ever be.
“Quack, quack,” went the lame duck, 1, 2, 3
Bang, bang, went the hunter, 1, 2, 3
Bang, bang, went the hunter. “We shall see
What’s under those feathers, if you are tasty.”
Bang, bang, went the hunter, 1, 2, 3
Zing, zing, went the butcher, 1, 2, 3
Zing, zing, went the butcher’s cutlery
“I’ll chop you into pieces, yessiree.”
Zing, zing, went the butcher, 1, 2, 3
“Sniff, sniff,” went the house cook, 1, 2, 3
“Sniff, sniff,” went the house cook skeptic’ly
“I’ll spice you up and roast you, as per my recipe.
“Sniff, sniff,” went the house cook, 1, 2, 3
“Yum, yum,” went the gov’nor, 1, 2, 3
“Yum, yum,” went the gov’nor’s family
“We’ll eat you up and suck your bones, because we’re all hungry.
“Yum, yum,” went the gov’nor, 1, 2, 3
So please heed this advice I offer free,
If you’re a lame duck, don’t quack, “Look at me!”
Keep that quacker shut, and just go quietly
Or someone else might shut it permanently.
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Got a first class, second hand heart,
Not half-bad lookin', kinda smart,
A better deal than at KMart.
So shopper, add me to your cart.
Runnin' a special just today.
Discounted, try our lay-away.
A needle found down in the hay,
Diamond in the rough, you might say.
No, I can't offer you gold,
And I ain't thirty years old,
And I run hot and then cold,
But take me home, you’ll be sold.
Learned an awful lot from my mistakes.
People change, is all it takes.
Next thing you know, you're broke apart,
Left alone with a second hand heart.
Never done nothin' very wrong.
Just realized I don't belong.
That's when I had to be strong,
Don't like the tune, change the song.
No, I can't offer you gold,
And I ain't thirty years old,
And I run hot and then cold,
But take me home, you’ll be sold.
You gotta let that anger pass.
If you don't, it kicks your ass.
If you do, it runs outta gas.
And that's how you know you got class.
Given a chance I can prove it.
When I must, I can move it.
Please just know right from the start,
I got a first class, second hand heart.
First class, second hand heart,
Not half-bad lookin', sorta smart,
A better deal than at Walmart.
So shopper, add me to your cart.
Runnin' a special just today.
Discounted, try our lay-away.
A needle found down in the hay,
Diamond in the rough, you might say.
Got a first class, second hand heart,
As advertised.
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10. |
The Heavens Reached Down
02:49
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To lie down in the sand with you
And feel the warm sun on your skin
And frame your face within my view
And watch your hair blown by the wind
To share a kiss between our lips
And hear a laugh no others do
And press your ribs with fingertips
And know the soul no others knew
To smell the perfume on your neck
And wrap my leg inside of yours
Means once again to reconnect
And put aside our petty wars
To feel that music once again
Throb deep and loud in heart and loin
Returns us where we were back when
The heavens reached down and two first joined.
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Kisses
02:19
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I know
You don’t know me
My face is strange
A stranger you see
But I know
That you can feel me
Look into my eyes
I’ve haunted your dreams
Kisses
Forget your dignity
Forget propriety
And give me
Kisses
Don’t want your sympathy
I think it’s easy to see
I want your
Kisses
No high society
Will tell me how to be
Just need your
Kisses
Don’t care for clarity
Don’t care for any money
I care for
Kisses
It’s pure simplicity
With your complicity
I crave your
Kisses
Soft and smooth
Kisses
Warm and wet
Kisses
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12. |
Don't Try to Fix Me
03:22
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I have many flaws--
None of them are fatal--
Comin' with me to my grave
I’ve had them since the cradle
If you can't accept me as I am
Then it ends as it began
You can help me up
Or you can knock me down
You can reel me in
Or you can cast me out
But don't try to fix me
Don’t try to fix me
No, don’t try to fix me
If I turn into someone else
To dangle on your fishing pole
Could you be happy
With a diff'rent soul?
If you can't accept me as I am
Then it ends as it began
You can help me up
Or you can knock me down
You can reel me in
Or you can cast me out
But don't try to fix me
No, don’t try to fix me
Don’t try to fix me
Just don’t try to fix me
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13. |
Please Can You Come?
02:21
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Father, Father, oh, please can you come?
My train will arrive by five
My son, my son, I cannot come
It’s been years since I’ve been alive
Mother, Mother, oh, please can you come?
My train will arrive by five
My boy, my boy, I cannot come
It’s been years since when I died
Sister, sister, oh, please can you come?
I’ve been waiting at the station all day
Brother, brother, I cannot come
It’s been years since we moved far away
Neighbor, neighbor, oh, please can you come?
I am walking alone on this road
My friend, my friend, I cannot come
It’s been years since your home was sold
My Lord, my Lord, can Thou please come?
I hear the clang of church bells
Sinner, sinner, I cannot come
I’ve left you instead down in Hell.
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Casey Campbell Berlin, Germany
Alabama boy in Berlin. Cinematographer and music lover!
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