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City Of My Dreams
03:36
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Here I sit, broken-hearted
Mourning a life that never even got started
I bought the line
I sold my car
I crawled through tunnels
And I wept in bars
Now I'm gagging on fumes in a cold white cell
And I can't just pretend to enjoy the smell
I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
I'm sick of only seeing the seams
And I want New York City
To go back to being the city of my dreams
Here I sit, broken-hearted
Caged like a hamster in my apartment
Wanna get out, I gotta pay a toll
To the stinkin-ass drunk on the stoop below
But I got nothing for him, I blew it all
On a studio the size of a toilet stall
I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
I'm sick of only seeing the seams
And I want New York City
To go back to being the city of my dreams
I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
Let be be finale of seem
Now I want New York City
To go back to being the city of
The city of my dreams
Iridescent in the morning
Incandescent in the evening
Fill the sky with silver towers rising
If you zoom way out it starts to look just like the smile of a friend
Iridescent in the morning
Incandescent in the evening
So majestic, mighty and magnetic
And I never ever ever want to see it again.
I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
I'm sick of only seeing the seams
And I want New York City
To go back to being the city of
The city of my dreams
Here I sit, broken-hearted
Thinking it's high time that I departed
I breathed your smog
I ate your crumbs
I suffered your fools
And I fed your bums
Now let it be written on the bathroom wall:
I'M GETTING OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE
FUCK YOU ALL
I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
I'm sick of only seeing the seams
And I want New York City
To go back to being the city of my dreams
I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
Let be be finale of seem
Now I want New York City
To go back to being the city of
The city of my dreams.
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Good Movie
01:41
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This guy named Jesse
He made a movie
He worked for hours
And hours on end
He thought out plot twists
For entertainment value
He wrought a screenplay
And then he filmed and filmed and filmed
You had some money
You bought a camera
You had some candy
Laying around
Your friends came over
You filmed them eating
Threw in some music
And you made art and art and art
And meanwhile Jesse
Was blocking angles
And checking lighting
And buying props
And finding actors
(And dealing with them)
And shooting retakes
And then he spliced and spliced and spliced
But you knew someone
Who knew someone
Who knew someone
Who gave awards
And so you entered
Your friends and candy
It was so brilliant
Of course you won and won and won
And meanwhile Jesse
Made a good movie
It had some action
It had big laughs
It didn't insult
Anyone's intellect
But he didn't become
An establishment superstar
'Cause his film wasn't brilliant like yours
It was not art
It was not art
It was not art.
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Across A Thunderstorm
04:37
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I reach for you across a thunderstorm
Two hundred miles
Bottle a message and I wish it on
Two hundred miles
This is the closest I can come to praying
The letters slip between the drops of rain
And through the dark they wend their faithful way
Two hundred miles
I try to count the times I've dreamed of you
In twenty years
I try to name something that hasn't changed
In twenty years
And as I sigh and set aside my phone
The handset tingles and begins to glow
I don't believe my heart has beaten so
In twenty years
Across a thunderstorm there is a hand
I need to hold
Across a thunderstorm there is a hand
You need to hold
See by the lightning the connection we were born to make
No time, no distance, and no power under Heaven can break
Not even twenty years
A thousand thousand raindrops
And two hundred miles
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Jed Davis Syracuse, New York
Song designer; founding member of The Hanslick Rebellion, Skyscape, Collider; oblivious to genre, trends and the passage of time.
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