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Hey little baby chilling at your mama’s breast
Little food little burp little smile you got a nice place to rest
Hey baby robin in your tippy tippy top of the tall tree nest,
Don’t get too comfortable, don't get too comfortable.
Hey first grade bike rider head full of those big ideals
with your handlebar streamers flying in the breeze, thinking this is how freedom feels
Well little man, it gets harder when you take off those training wheels
Don’t get too comfortable.
Don't get too comfortable.
Don't get too comfortable.
Don't get too comfortable.
You go do what you do, but babe, if I were you, I wouldn't get too comfortable.
Don't get too comfortable.
Homecoming king and captain of the football team.
Cheerleader girlfriend and you’re living the dream.
The whole damn high school holds you in high esteem.
Don’t get too comfortable.
Don't get too comfortable.
Don't get too comfortable.
You go do what you do, but babe, if I were you, I wouldn't get too comfortable.
Don't get too comfortable.
You’re sitting pretty at the top of the heap,
patting yourself on the back for taking that leap.
Now you’re no longer taking chances, you’re just trying to keep
what you got.
Well,
Don’t get too comfortable.
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the past is kicking my ass today
the past is dragging me down
the past won't give me a pass today,
he's got me handcuffed in the back and we are going downtown
the past is kicking my ass today
the past is calling me names
the past is throwing banana peels in my path,
and roasting me on a spit, and dropping me into the flames
the past is kicking
the past is kicking
the past is kicking my ass.
the past is kicking
the past is kicking
the past is kicking my ass.
the past is kicking my ass today
he's gonna swallow me whole
the past came moving in fast, and he is playing for keeps
and he is taking control
the past is kicking my ass today
he's keeping me on the ropes
I don't know how long I'll last, today
trying to fight the good fight while he's pulverizing all of my hopes
the past is kicking
the past is kicking
the past is kicking my ass.
the past is kicking
the past is kicking
the past is kicking my ass.
and I know deep down the past is dead and gone and out of sight
and I know deep down the past is over and done
so why is it that the past keeps coming, spoiling for a fight
and even when I beat him back for just a moment then it still feels like he’s won?
The past is kicking my ass today
The past is calling the shots
He’s got his finger on the button of the slide projector
Showing me the evidence until I can connect all the dots
The past is kicking my ass today
I’ve taken all I can take
I hope he runs out of gas today
‘Cause I gotta work tomorrow and I need a little bit of a break
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Day Of Reckoning (#145)
03:49
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the wheel is spinning madly
where will it stop? who knows?
in the game of life by milton bradley
pretend you’re wearing someone else’s clothes
the hills are green and sunny
choose one of five careers
you play with piles of paper money
and make a game of all your hopes and fears
what you gonna do?
what you gonna do?
oh, what you gonna do?
what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna
and then you land on marriage
before you say, "I do"
behind you in your plastic carriage
are son and daughter pegs of pink and blue
And now you’ve got descendants
And and now you’ve got some debt
You best provide for your dependents
Yeah you better take what you can get.
what you gonna do?
what you gonna do?
oh, what you gonna do?
what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna
do?
do?
do?
on the day of reckoning?
it's kind of trite to write this
it's not a masterstroke
comparing your life to the game of life is
like a single-entendre dirty joke
Though I admit it, sadly
It’s my obsession now.
In the game of life by Milton Bradley,
It’s impossible to “be here now”
When you’re always wondering
what you gonna do?
what you gonna do?
oh, what you gonna do?
what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna
do?
do?
do?
on the day of reckoning?
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Fair (#129 of 262)
02:53
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trying to make some sense of this
trying to find the bright side here
trying to wrap my brain around it, to stop falling to the ground and
trying to get back up and over my fear
trying to make some sense of this
how can this have come to pass?
there oughta be a rule against it, it's just so goddamned offensive,
it makes me want to kick somebody's ass,
‘cause it’s a mistake, this can’t be right
we were all right as rain last night
we were on solid ground and now we’ve stepped into thin air
and I keep pretending life is fair.
trying to make some sense of this
waiting for the other shoe to drop
waiting for some resolution, or a stay of execution
or a chance to try it once more from the top
trying to make some sense of this
wanna go back to the way things were
can't stop railing against the system, grind my teeth and pound my fist, I’m asking
why can't it be me instead of her?
‘cause it’s a mistake, this can’t be right
we were all right as rain last night
we were on solid ground now we’ve stepped into thin air
and I keep pretending
that
it’s a mistake, this can’t be right
we were all right as rain last night
we were on solid ground now we’ve stepped into thin air
and I keep pretending
life is fair.
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This Missing You (#138)
02:29
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I miss you bad
I miss you so
I miss you all the time so much and I know you’ll never know
I miss you right now,
been missing you so long
And this missing you’s a river deep and wide and the current’s strong
and this missing you is sweeping me downstream with its river flow
and this missing you is dragging me on the rocks with its undertow
and this missing you is misinformed, misleading, and mistaken, but oh,
This missing you, it just won’t let me go.
I miss you bad
I miss you, sir.
I miss the person that you thought I was and the person I thought you were
I miss the joy
That I Know we shared
I miss the opening up of long closed doors and the ways I know we cared
I miss the moments of synchronicity between these two mistaken men
They felt like bolts of lightning, never striking in the same place again
And those moments of connection felt so real though they were artificial, I know.
But this missing you, it just won’t let me go.
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Positive Thinking (#130)
03:05
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Circles (#141)
04:43
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We are circling around and around
Suspended in the sky two miles above the lovely ground
We are banking we are turning we are leveling off and I’m
Beginning to think we’ve been in this holding pattern for quite some time
But air traffic control will not pick up the phone
And we’re at a quarter tank of fuel and it seems a bit insane
That we would find ourselves in a jet airliner up in the sky alone
And none of us knows how to land a plane.
it's like a videogame where you're lost inside a maze,
where you keep hearing scratching and growling sounds somewhere nearby
where you're running out of food, and water, and haven't slept in days
and if you stop moving they're gonna catch up to you and you're gonna die
And they say keep one hand on the wall and you’ll find your way out eventually
Every maze has an entrance and an exit, that’s how they’re designed
But I tell you, I can't figure this out, yeah it's got the best of me
I feel like I’ve been down this hall a few hundred times, and I find
I am going round in circles
I am going round in circles
I keep going
I keep hoping
Looking for a door that’s open
I keep going round in circles.
And the next test is supposed to tell us something concrete
That we're gonna lose her soon, or that she's gonna be okay
But the results come back, they're inconclusive, or else they're incomplete
And we know less now than we knew yesterday
So I’m pacing round and round this waiting room
Wearing out a circle in the carpet on the floor
Wearing out my welcome with the nurses at the reception desk, I presume
Wearing out my patience and the soles of my shoes even more
I am going round in circles
I am going round in circles
I keep going
I keep hoping
Looking for a door that’s open
I keep going round in circles
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You Showed Up (#133)
02:20
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you're not as special as you think you are
you never ever really raised the bar
you never climbed the highest of the heights
you get unsettled by the slightest slights
yeah you didn't do what you thought you would
didn't fly as high as you always thought you could
but there's still a chance to do a lot of good
'cause you still got something going for ya
yeah you still got something going for ya
you showed up
& punched the clock
and you put in all the hours, all the days, and all the seasons,
you showed up
now you're taking stock
and while you may have gotten into this for all the wrongest reasons,
you got something born of time and dedication
that will not be subject to depreciation,
you got invaluable experience, and there's some cause for celebration.
here's to you, dude.
'cause you showed up.
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Lyrics are by Andy Partridge, not me.
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Bandwagon (#142)
03:16
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don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
moving on, moving on, moving on.
you been waiting in the station
for twenty, thirty years or more
here’s some updated information, your train ain’t coming,
or it came and went long before you walked through that door.
you been trying to chase that dragon
trying to get back to that high
trying to retrofit that tired old bandwagon
with wings and jetpacks to see if it can fly.
don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
moving on, moving on, moving on.
you been blinded by the spotlight
you've gone deaf from the applause
if you could turn around and take a look in hindsight,
you would see that you've been fighting a lost cause.
you wear your anger like a medal
next to that hard-earned purple heart
yeah, you're wounded and you're furious, you want revenge, but you will settle
for throwing rocks and kicking the apple cart.
don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
don’t you think it’s time you were moving on?
moving on, moving on, moving on.
who am I to say
who am I to judge
who am I to tell you that it's right to let it go
wrong to keep hanging on to this stupid grudge
who am I to say abandon your position
to say the battle’s over, we did our best, at least we tried,
I'm a guy who crossed this rubicon
and I'm here to tell you the water's fine,
and it's a whole lot nicer over here on the other side.
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On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I felt free and I felt lonely and I felt scared
And I began to talk to myself almost immediately
Not being used to being the only person there
The first time I made coffee for just myself I made too much of it
But I drank it all just 'cause you hate it when I let things go to waste
And I wandered through the house like a little boy, lost at the mall
And an astronaut could've seen the hunger in my eyes from space
And I sang oh, what do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do without you?
On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I was cold so I put on a sweater and I turned up the heat
And the walls began to close in and I felt so sad and frightened
I practically ran from the living room out into the street
And the wind began to blow and all the trees began to pant
And the world, in its cold way, started coming alive
And I stood there like a business man waiting for the train
And I got ready for the future to arrive
And I sang oh, what do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do without you?
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(person who wants to be famous) attention everybody in the comment section:
im an up-and-coming rapper and i got a message i wanna spread
to anyone who'll listen to me, i got really big dreams
wanna make it in the industry
im a teenage rapper with a deep desire
to make it big; my youtube has about three subscribers
and one of them is my mom; it's really dire
so please check out my mixtape, the beats are fire!
granted, i didn't produce 'em
didnt buy 'em either, i just tried to choose some
that were free for non profit use so
you’re gonna hear some producer tags, but just excuse em
and yeah I know the sound quality’s kinda crap and
I know the P's and F's sound like tv static
and I’m too enthusiastic but while you’re cruising datpiff
just give me a listen, I’m a kid with a vision I wanna be -
famous on the internet
I wanna be
famous on the internet
I wanna be
There! Now it’s posted!
Everyone’ll see it, check out my SoundCloud, and go oh shit,
this Mose kid is so sick, he’s so lit, he’s
got some of the best songs... uh, yes, mom?
What do you mean I got a doctor’s appointment?
“Because I said so!” Well, you got a good point, shit...
Fine, hey doc, I don’t really wanna be here
Already got my flu shot, don’t wanna come twice in one year,
just wanna go home and work on my songs, and steal the
ideas of anybody whose verses are strong,
and never eat, sleep, or bathe, who cares,
I’ll use Snapchat filters
to make me seem a-ok (what’s the problem?)
(doctor) “Oh no, those are all of the symptoms,
everyone, get off your ass, stop watching the Simpsons; we
got a code red on our hands, this kid’s got a
problem, he apparently, desperately wants to be -
famous on the internet
I wanna be
famous on the internet
I wanna be
Funeral host: we are all gathered here in remembrance of our dear friend Mose Milburn. He lost his life to the terrible disease that is the desire for fame and fortune.
Mom: why did it have to be him? It should have been me!
Funeral host: yes, mother of Mose, we are all terribly distraught about this.
Doctor: if only I could have treated him sooner, then none of us would be in this situation right now!
Mom: he was a good kid! He didn’t have to die like this!
Doctor: yes, you’re right. For anybody who’s listening, it’s not too late. Please donate to charity to help save the kids out there like Mose, who dream of being -
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Brendan Milburn Seattle, Washington
Brendan Milburn is a music teacher and a dad. In his former life he wrote musicals, songs for animated movies, shows for theme parks and cruise lines. He used to play in a band called GrooveLily. Now he has chickens, cats, and kids, and he is making a song a week. ... more
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