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Won’t you dance me in the summer rain?
Dance me down that memory lane?
Dance me, dance me off the ground?
Won’t you dance me through the universe?
Dance me through the cosmic burst?
Dance me, dance me round and round?
Not a sad dance, not a hard dance,
But a smooth and easy, breezy twirl.
Not a hard dance, not a sad dance,
But a dance that spins the world.
Won’t you dance me in the mountain air?
Dance me in the city square?
Dance me, dance me off the ground?
Dance me through the Milky Way?
Dance me in the night and day?
Dance me, dance me round and round?
Not a sad dance, not a hard dance,
But a smooth and easy, breezy twirl.
Not a hard dance, not a sad dance,
But a dance that spins the world.
Round and around, up off the ground
Round and around and around
Won’t you dance me to the other side?
Dance me to the rolling tide?
Dance me, dance me round and round?
Won’t you dance me to the break of dawn?
Dance me as I carry on,
Dance me, dance me off the ground?
Not a sad dance, not a hard dance,
But a smooth and easy, breezy twirl.
Not a hard dance, not a sad dance,
But a dance that spins the world.
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What kind of fool are you?
What kind of fool are you?
I'm not asking you if, where, when, or why?
I'm not asking how come, so please don't lie.
What kind of fool are you?
I been a fool like an ostrich with his head in the sand.
I tried to play the glockenspiel in a heavy metal band.
I thought I was a hipster but I didn't have a clue.
Tell me what kind of fool are you?
What kind of fool are you?
What kind of fool are you?
I'm not asking you if, where, when, or why?
I'm not asking how come, so please don't try.
What kind of fool are you?
I been a fool for drugs, I been a fool for sex
I spent years in the gym tryin' to develop my pecs.
I looked at a gray sky and tell you it was blue
Tell me what kind of fool are you?
I'm not asking you if, where, when, or why?
I'm not asking how come, so please don't lie.
What kind of fool are you?
I been a fool for love, I been a fool for hate,
I see things was crooked and I'd tell you they were straight.
I used to build model airplanes just to sniff the glue.
Tell me what kind of fool are you?
What kind of fool are you?
What kind of fool are you?
I'm not asking you if, where, when, or why?
I'm not asking how come, so please don't lie.
What kind of fool are you?
I thought it was cool to break the golden rule
I picked up my dribble, licked up my drool.
I sat on my ass like a stubborn mule
Have you ever been that kind of fool?
I listend to Jewel and Paula Abdul
I was cruel to be kind I was kind to be cruel.
Once i floated a stool in a swimming pool
Have you ever been that kind of fool?
Yeah, What kind of fool are you?
What kind of fool are you?
I'm not asking you if, where, when, or why?
I'm not asking how come, so please don't lie.
What kind of fool are you?
What kind of fool are you?
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Some sing old, some sing new,
Some sing borrowed, some sing the blues;
Singin' some of each is good luck too.
Old, new, borrowed, and blue these are songs I sing for you.
Ooh ooh ooh....Old, new, borrowed, and blue.
Old songs like memories fade in and out.
Sometimes a whisper sometimes a shout.
We sing ‘em for comfort we sing ‘em for show
We sing ‘em because we want you to know.
Some sing old, some sing new,
Some sing borrowed, some sing the blues;
Singin' some of each is good luck too.
Old, new, borrowed, and blue these are songs I sing for you.
Ooh ooh ooh....Old, new, borrowed, and blue.
New songs are babies birthed and breastfed
Created to live on when we’re dead
Received with joy conceived in passion
Crying out for parenting love and attention.
Some sing old, some sing new,
Some sing borrowed, some sing the blues;
Singin' some of each is good luck too.
Old, new, borrowed, and blue these are songs I sing for you.
Ooh ooh ooh....Old, new, borrowed, and blue.
Borrowed songs are some tricky shit;
They’re not really yours but they act like it.
Return them polished and slightly used,
Ready for another to be perused.
Some sing old, some sing new,
Some sing borrowed, some sing the blues;
Singin' some of each is good luck too.
Old, new, borrowed, and blue these are songs I sing for you.
Ooh ooh ooh....Old, new, borrowed, and blue.
Of all the verses this is the best
Without the blues we can’t be blessed;
Loss and love are a married pair
As joy and sadness familiar.
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Staring Time
03:19
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My mother took her staring time at the kitchen table.
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Rake My Roof Today
01:52
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Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today.
Sometimes I rake the garden, rake those weeds away;
Sometimes I rake the leaves up, but I’ll rake my roof today.
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today;
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today.
I’ve added insulation to my attic twice;
But still I get those damn ice dams when my gutters fill with ice.
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today;
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today.
Standing on a ladder with a rake 15 feet long,
Sets my teetht to chatterin as I sing my rakish song.
Trying to start an avalanche sliding down the slope;
Hopin’ that I don’t get hit, I don’t get hit I hope.
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today;
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today.
In the deep of winter, snow keeps comin’ down;
I’ve got to help it off my roof, help it find the ground.
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today;
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today.
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today;
Rake my roof today, gotta rake my roof today.
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Still On Fire
03:57
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Last night our church burned down in the middle of a lightning storm;
Last night our church burned down while I was sleeping safe and warm.
You say it's just a building, you say it's just stuff; it's not like anybody died.
But sayin' it like that ain't hardly sayin' enough, and I'm not the only one who cried.
Last night our church burned down in the middle of a lightning storm.
Last night our church burned down in the middle of a pouring rain;
Last night our church burned down and I'm still too.numb to feel the pain.
There's a hole in the ground, there's a hole in my heart; there's a hole in the neighborhood.
There's a hole in my head, you know i'm not that smart, but I know that holiness is good.
Last night our church burned down in the middle of a pouring rain.
Last night our church burned down but part of it is still on fire;
Last night our church burned down and I can still hear the choir
Singing songs of hope, songs of peace, singing songs in harmony.
Singing for our souls' sweet release, singing songs of you and me.
Last night our church burned down but part of it is still on fire;
Last night our church burned down but part of it is still on fire.
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Some Of These Days
02:30
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Some of these days
You'll miss me honey
Some of these days
You'll feel so lonely.
You'll miss my hugging
You'll miss my kisses
You'll miss me, honey
When you go away.
I feel so lonely
Just for you only
For you know, honey
You've had your way.
And when you leave me
You know you'll grieve me
You'll miss your little honey
Some of these days.
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Let's Lie About
02:35
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Let’s stand around and talk, let’s shoot the breeze
Let’s go out for a walk. let’s lose the keys
Let’s have a face to face, let’s just hang out
Let’s step out of the race, let’s lie about….
Let’s lie about the big ambitions we don’t hold;
Let’s lie about the premonitions we’ve been told.
Let’s lie about the smooth transitions we have made;
Let’s lie about the propositions we have weighed.
Lie lie, lie la lie,
Lie lie, lie la lie,
Lie lie, lie la lie,
Lie lie, la lie.
Let’s stand around and talk, let’s shoot the breeze
Let’s go out for a walk. let’s lose the keys
Let’s have a face to face, let’s just hang out
Let’s step out of the race, let’s lie about….
Let’s lie about the grand traditions we uphold;
Let’s lie about the big ambitions we don’t hold.
Lie lie, lie la lie,
Lie lie, lie la lie,
Lie lie, lie la lie,
Lie lie, la lie.
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Words, Words, Words
04:14
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“One day at a time” are words that I say
But I just don’t know if this is one of those days.
Words, words, words everyday to live my life by
Just give me a nice cliché and to mine own self I lie
Time to get back on the horse and the wagon too
Time to heed old Polonius and to mine own self be true.
“Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love.”
Words words words Shakespeare rearranged I can’t like him write a play
Know you that I feel ya wrote Hamlet to Ophelia
I want everyday to love you but I seem to pick and choose
Like Hamlet would I die if did you would I lose.
“Words words words” I heard Hamlet call “Action man the readiness is all”
The play is the thing to catch the conscience of a king
“A noble heart now cracks.” Alas, Alack .
“Sorrows come not in single spies but in battalions.”
Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I LOOVE
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth MUV
Doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love.
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Guitar Jam
02:49
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The animal’s unchained down at Zeke’s;
Where more than just the name is unique.
Trombones on the wall,
It’s a genuine music hall,
With bands and singers each night of the week.
The animal’s unchained down on Lake;
The food is really good for goodness’ sake:
Always made from scratch,
Fresh cookies by the batch,
The burgers and the pizzas take the cake.
Unchain your melody, unchain your heart;
Unchained community has been there from the start.
The animal’s unchained, day and night.
You can wet your whistle well, with a flight.
Only local beers on tap,
No macro-industrial crap.
The animal’s unchained, and that’s alright.
The animal’s unchained, and that’s alright.
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San
02:15
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Oh, sweet heart Lona, my darling Lona,
Why have you gone away?
You said you loved me, But if you loved me,
Why did you act this way?
If I had ever been untrue to you,
What you have done would be the thing to do;
But my heart aches, dear,
And it will break, dear,
If you don't come back home again to San.
Oh, sweet heart Lona, my darling Lona,
Have you come back to stay?
You said you loved me, I knew you loved me,
I knew you'd |come some day.
If I had ever been untrue to you,
What you have
done would be the thing to do;
But now you're mine, dear,
For all the time, dear,
And you're forgiven by your loving San.
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I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know what I’ll see;
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know where I’ll be.
Maybe I’ll go up and down the Great Divide
Maybe you and I can take a big joyride.
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know what I’ll see;
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know who I’ll be.
Maybe I’ll go everywhere I’ve never been
Maybe I’ll go everywhere I’ve been again.
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know what I’ll see;
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know where I’ll be.
Now I don’t know much, but I know what I fear,
And I hope you won’t judge me if I don’t appear,
Maybe I’ll go left and right or right and wrong
Maybe I’ll go crazy, will you go along?
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know what I’ll see;
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know where I’ll be.
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know what I’ll see;
I don’t know if I should go
If I go I don’t know who I’ll be.
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I Found A Child's Shoe
05:10
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I found some wrap I feel so blue I missed my bus and I miss you;
I found a child’s shoe and I fell weepin’.
I thought I’d catch you on the phone I thought I’d reach you back at home;
Hear in my tone the apology that I’m bleepin’.
I need to snap my bubble wrap;
It’s a polymer vice that I am keepin’.
Burst my bubble, we got trouble. I can’t be humble. I can’t be subtle;
Aw snap I got snap bubble-wrappin’ blues.
We should reuse it not destroy it aint’ green and not to toy with;
I found a child’s shoe and I fell weepin’.
I thought I’d had 'bout enough then in the box more of this stuff;
That’s supposed to keep us safe from all leakin’.
Make it fun; make a ton.
It’s only our lives that we cheapen.
Wrap it up ignore the news use the oil and use the excuse;
I paid my dues got the bubble wrappin blues.
I feel crazy I feel lazy I feel the future gettin’ hazy;
I found a child’s shoe and I fell weepin’.
It’s gettin’ hot--no its not; Hot, not, hot, not, hot, not;
The ocean and crisis are deep’nin’.
Just wrap me up in bubble wrap;
It’s just might keep me safe from freakin’.
We don’t care we don’t dare we have more than our share:
Release the air medicate bubble wrappin blues.
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Job Creator
02:20
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Job creator, create me a job.
I'm so tired of being a slob.
We'll give you tax breaks and cheap labor too:
(We're counting on you).
Jod creators who dwell at the top,
We laid off our teachers and most of our cops.
We've busted the unions,
What more must we do?
We're so sorry about those regulations--
What were we thinking of?
If we had not so tried your patience,
You'd be raining down jobs from above.
Job creators, O great entrepreneurs.
We have no money, now all of it's yours.
But soon you will shine forth,
And we will bask in your sun.
Job creators, thy will be done.
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You Can Call Me Lance
03:58
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Well, Jesus was a homeless lad
With an unwed mother and an absent dad
And I really don't think he would have gotten that far
If George, Dick, and Rove had followed that star
So let's all sing out praises to
That long-haired radical socialist Jew
When Jesus taught the people he
Would never charge a tuition fee
He just took some loaves, took some bread
And made up free school lunches instead
So let's all sing out praises to
That long-haired radical socialist Jew
He healed the blind and made them see
He brought the lame folks to their feet
Rich and poor, any time, anywhere
Just pioneering that free health care
So let's all sing out praises to
That long-haired radical socialist Jew
Jesus hung with a low-life crowd
But those working stiffs sure did him proud
Some were murderers, thieves and whores
But at least they didn't do it as legislators
So let's all sing out praises to
That long-haired radical socialist Jew
Jesus lived in troubled times
The radical right was on the rise
Oh what could have saved him from his terrible fate?
Separation of church and state!
So let's all sing out praises to
That long-haired radical socialist Jew
Sometimes I fall into deep despair
When I hear those hypocrites on the air
But every Sunday gives me hope
When pastor, deacon, priest, and pope
Are all singing out their praises to
Some long-haired radical socialist Jew.
They're all singing out their praises to
Some long-haired radical socialist Jew...
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Fireroast Mountain Boys Minneapolis, Minnesota
The Fireroast Mountain Boys play original and classic music in a spirit of community celebration and audience participation. With three songwriters, a ukulele, tuba, clarinet, and accordion, there's always plenty of fun to go around.
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