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Balloon (Ramases cover)
03:45
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Balloon - just off the surface of the moon
Balloon - just off the surface of the moon
Balloon - don’t stop your worrying too soon
Balloon - don’t stop your hurrying too soon
All our worrying
All our hurrying
All us people there…. on your
Balloon - just off the surface of the moon
Just off the surface of the moon
Just off the surface of the moon….
Don’t burst your bubble
Don’t burst your bubble
Don’t burst your bubble
The air’s your bubble
Don’t burst your bubble
Don’t burst your bubble
Don’t burst your bubble
Or we’re in trouble… on our
Balloon - just off the surface of the moon
Just off the surface of the moon
Just off the surface of the moon….
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Take a look at these hands. Take a look at these hands.
The hand speaks. The hand of a government man.
Well I'm a tumbler. Born under punches! I'm so thin -
All I want is to breathe
Won't you breathe with me?
Don't you miss it, don't you miss it. Some 'a you people just about missed it!
Last time to make plans! And I'm a tumbler... I'm a Government Man.
When you get to where you ought to be
When you get to where you ought to be. Thank you, thank you.
I'm not a drowning man!
And I'm not a burning building! I'm a tumbler!
And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...
And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on
All I want is to breathe
Won't you breathe with me?
[higher harmony, stop playing guitar]:
All I want is to breathe
Won't you breathe with me?
[everything except vocal stops]
All I want is to breathe
Won't you breathe with me?
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Walking on a dream
How can I explain
Talking to myself
Will I see again
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it I have lots of air and breath. All is nice.
Always pushing up the hill, searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on, we are calling out, ‘nout again
Niver looking down I’m just in awe of what it’s in front of me
Is it real now
Two people become one
I can feel ah
Two people become one
Thought I’d never see
The love you found in me
Now it’s changing all the time
Living in a rhythm where the minutes working overtime
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill, searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on, we are calling out, ‘nout again
Niver looking down I’m just in awe of what it’s in front of me
Is it real now
Two people become one
I can feel ah
Two people become one
When I started out
Down a dirty road
I started out!
All alone
As the sun went down
As I crossed the hill
And the town lit up
The world got still
I’m learning to fly
But I ain’t got wings
Cumming down
Is the hardest thing
I’m learning to fly!
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Too far inside of the city
We’re kids left on our own
They say we had aristocrats in the family
I had to wear a mask
Too far inside of the city
We had to dig some room
Fathers were novelists, stoners, burnouts
What our mothers did we didn't know….
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
I saw her by the piano
She was stuck like a doll on the keys
She said that my father’s mouth was dirty
Don’t ever show you can sleep
Too far inside of the city
There was too much noise
We learned to hide in public things like
Long sleeves hide the cuts
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
Too far inside of the city
We learn to breathe the air
Bohemian’s ghost oasis
And the mothers walked towards the forest
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
Music tonight
I just want your music tonight
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white on white translucent black capes
back on the rack
bela lugosi's dead
the bats have left the bell tower
the victims have been bled,
red velvet lines
the black box
bela lugosi's dead
bela lugosi's dead
undead undead undead
undead undead undead!
the virginal brides!
file past his tomb!
strewn with time’s dead flowers,
bereft in deathly gloom!
alone in a darkened room!
the count...
bela lugosi's dead
bela lugosi's dead
bela lugosi's dead
poor bela!
bela’s undead!
poor bela!
bela’s undead!
bela’s undead!!
poor bela!!
bela’s undead!!
poor bela...!!
undead
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We starve, look, at one another short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of
Greatness, Who knows what stands in front of
Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space
Silence, Tells me secretly
Everything, Everything
Manchester England England….
Singing, Our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Jesus and Bill Hicks, dearie
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sun shine in
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Won’t you please let me go
These words lie inside they hurt me so
And I’m not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what I want to do
I’m not the kind that needs to tell you
Just what you want me to
I saw you this morning I thought that you might like to know
I received your message in full a few days ago
I understood every word that it said
And now that I’ve actually heard it, You’re going to regret
And I’m not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what you want me to
You’re not the kind that needs to tell me
About the birds and the bees
Do you find this happens all the time
Crucial point one day becomes a crime
And I’m not the kind that likes to tell you
Just what I want to do
I’m not the kind that needs to tell you... Oo!...
Lost track, lost track, lost track, lost track, lost you
Lost track, lost track, lost track, lost track, lost you
Lost track, lost track, lost track, lost track, lost you
Oo, oo, oo. Oo, oo, oo. Oo, oo, oo. Oo, oo, oo.
Oo, oo. Oo, oo, oo. Oo!!
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I am a pilgrim and a stranger
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Bell on door clanks - come on in
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down chair, don't be afraid
Steamed hot towel on my face
I was shaved
I was shaved
I was shaved
Barney ties me to the chair
I can't see, I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip
Pee-Pee pressed against my lips
I was shamed
I was shamed
I was shamed
I sense others in the room
Opey Aunt Bee, I presume
They take turns and cut me up
I died smothered in Andy's butt
I was shaved
I was shaved
I was shaved
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Gut Feeling (Devo cover)
03:24
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Something bout the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat
There's a method to your movements
That really gets my goat
I looked for sniffy linings, but you're
Rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take, you know I
Can't take it no more
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
Centered round long time ago
on your ability to torment
Then you took your tongs of love
and Stripped away my garment
I looked for sniffy linings, but you're
Rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take!, you know I
Can't take it no more
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
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The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
How completely wrong you can be
The smog is out, it rapes the fog that fell last night
Makes you wonder why it bothered
I fell in love with the first cute band that I met
Who could appreciate Georges Bataille
Dancing at tv boy’s compound
It was always - a stick in the eye
I was used to - the sticks in the eyes
It's so embarrassing doing YouTube movies like this
How can I explain, I need you here... and not here too
I need you here and not here too!
I'm flunking out! I'm flunking out, I'm gone, I'm just gone
Stuck in the same little rooms
But at least I’m covering the right disasters
At least I’m covering the right disasters
Beaten Ethan screams, "Violence! Violence!"
Beaten Ethan screams, "Violence! Violence!"
He gets hysterical, Oo, oo, oo
Oo, oo, oo
I'd have a right to be an asshole…
So it's come to this nihilist public stunt
Like lighting up… Gas in a cave
Well we’re all trying to hide in the light, right?
Stunted boys and girls recording ourselves…
But I’m going to leave my little hole now
Will I still see you outside
I’ll see you outside the cave
Welcome to the world
I’ll see you there
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Ethan Gold Los Angeles, California
Ethan Gold was raised in San Francisco, during the long extended hangover after hippie times in that city. A childhood of constant change and chaos may have led Ethan to the unique way he approaches music. He’s willing to be quiet enough to paint in songs the delicate details of the modern age, and willing to be strong enough to fight for the world as it could be. ... more
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