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The Steven Bradley
04:28
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Oh, my dear
It's been so long since
I've had inspiration
to write again
Oh, I hear
such fancy illustrations
and commotion
upon the wind
Hush, do you hear it?
So sweet and subtle
It teases me
amazes me
It's so divine!
It must be mine!
Dear, oh dear
Why do you look upon me
with such grief and tormented eyes?
I just want to write this song for you
I hope you like it
Rise from bed
I'll get you cleaned and primmed
I've got a new dress
for you to wear
Ooh! And shoes!
I found your favorite necklace too
You have such beautiful hair!
My, oh my
you look as good as the day you died!
Oh, who am I kidding?
You look even more alive!
I can't wait
to see you dance again
it will be splendid
it will be splendid!
I just want to write this song for you
I hope you like it
Whoa, darling look at it this way
it's all for you
and I love the way
that this rhythm pulsates your skin
Why don't we get you up
out of that cursed chair
'cause I gotta feeling
I know just how to make you move
Gee, my dear
I must confess
this mess was not intended
when I began
and I can feel
the pain in your eyes growing
when you realize
where you've been
Haven't felt so refreshed in so long
what's wrong
you cried
oh no please no
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2. |
D.O.T.A.B.
04:32
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Back off
get your hands off me, baby
don't you try nothin' funny
I don't need nothing from you
No, I don't need the pressure now
I've got
a sweet little somethin' at home
everything about her makes it warm
she may make it easy
but at least she isn't sleepin' around
I can't help but feel I let you down
I tried
but I never really got around
to treating you like the queen
you think you are
'cause I didn't think that you were worth it
Whoa, you're never gonna be the same
and you're never gonna change
I try and try again
but you're too stupid
to see how stupid you are
Goddamn, I don't
want to admit it
but you've got a way with me
and she doesn't get it
I know (I know)
I should probably let it go
So i'll start
trying to start again
and probably never see your face again
I gotta make it easy
so my baby won't be sleepin' around
But I'll probably run it to the ground
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3. |
Blah Blah Blah
03:25
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You never say that I
can't do what I want to
I just got to believe it
and it will be
I think that's crazy
it's gotta take
more to be adored
like you're legitimate
the crude and shallow
act like such royalty
'cause all I hear them say is
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
look at me, I've got self-esteem
I'm sick of all the fakin'
that it takes to make it big
'cause all I hear them say is
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
look at me, I belong on a widescreen
forget the talent
it's so insignificant
What's so wrong with
wantin' to sing a song 'bout my
inner frustrations?
Maybe you could identify...
We're not perfect
so why should we pretend?
I just want to end
your need for me to be ostentatious
You just want somebody with attitude
a strong persona you'd
like to aspire to
and I can understand that
but it's not germane
forget the art
you just want an accessory
I believe ego-trippin' don't flatter you
Every time I see them strut it
something in me's gotta shut it
down, down, down
'cause all I hear them say is
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
look at me, I've got self-esteem
I'm sick of all the fakin'
that it takes to make it big
'cause all I hear them say is
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
look at me, I belong on a widescreen
forget the talent
it's so insignificant
I look around
all I see is unchecked vanity
and a desperate need to believe
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
look at me, I've got self-esteem
I'm sick of all the fakin'
that it takes to make it big
'cause all I hear them say is
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
look at me, I belong on a widescreen
forget the talent
it's so insignificant
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4. |
12 Years hOwLeD
03:52
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Last night, I took a hell of a chance. I asked a girl to the dance and she said, "Hell yes!" No Jest! Impressed at my request, I'll have the best dressed guest.
Tonight, I'll take that girl to the dance on a night filled with romance and she'll say, "Love me! Kiss Me!" Gleefully, we'll flee through the moonlight city!
Oh baby, you look so sweet! We gonna dance 'til we got no more feet, yeah!
Let's go! They've provided us punch and various snacks to munch. Let's boogie!
My heart is parched. Let's march far beneath the stars where we'll never have to be apart.
You look so good in the glow of the full moonlight.
Oh baby, you bring out the beast in me.
Oh shit.
I'm a werewolf baby, yeah you best be believin'.
I'll rip your throat out while everybody's screamin'.
Clawin' and maulin' 'til the color of rose flows,
I won't remember nothin' once this gory story comes to a close.
Last night must have been real intense; I can't recall it's events. Darn, I say.
Well, that sucks. I must rush to find the one I lust. I trust I didn't cause a fuss. And then I can't believe what I read. It said ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD! Including her. I stall. I bawl. Although I am appalled, I gotta haul it to the funeral.
Why, baby!? You were so sweet! Now all that's left of you is your dancin' feet, yeah!
And as I arrive, since I'm the only survivor, "Mind if I say a few words?"
You looked so good in the glow of the full moonlight.
Oh girl, you still bring out the beast in me.
OH SHIT!
I'm a werewolf baby, yeah you best be believin'.
I'll rip your throat out while everybody's screamin'.
Clawin' and maulin' 'til the color of rose flows,
I won't remember nothin' once you're dead.
How can this be happenin'?
Tearin' everybody dearest to me limb from limb.
Want to stop and grieve them, but I just stop to eat them.
Please. Someone please kill me.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!? WAHHHH!
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5. |
Beware!
04:35
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Hold on! Stop right there!
Have you not heard the tales
of the spooky forest where the haunted creature hails?
Gather round! Please,
take a seat!
We have something to share
There's so much to learn about the Bear
Firstly, he's a beast
unlike any you've known
He's died a billion times, you see
been birthed a million more
He's the offspring of death
and the champion of gore!
He's the king of ghostly carnivore
Hungry
we are so hungry
ooh
When he
can't be satisfied he
likes to sing a melody
As a cubby ghost
he was among the most
FRIGHTENING
spooky guys of poltergeist
He won the respect of specters all around
then he devoured their souls!
He's dreadful
(he's a joy)
out of spite
(and fun)
and he'll give you a chill
(he's wonderful with the children)
His art is so atrocious
it will make you want to kill
(he would never kill)
He's an eerie
(he's you're favorite)
creep
(friend)
and an ominous scare
(I swear)
There's surely certainly something to beware
(There's surely certainly nothing to beware)
Hungry
we are so hungry
ooh
When he
can't be satisfied he
likes to sing a melody
"Everyone quiet down! Try not to make a sound! If he hears us in his woods it will be deadly for his appetite is monstrous!"
"Hey, guy that's just preposterous.
In fact, I've heard the Bear Ghost's rather friendly! Yes, indeed he is quite ghostly - he's been exaggerated grossly and I ain't goin' nowhere 'til I seen him."
"I'm afraid you're misinformed, but whatever. You've been warned. Good luck to you. The rest of us are leaving."
"What was that?"
You think you're safe in hiding?
Then you better think again!
There's no one you can run to
'cause he ate all of your friends
BEWARE
THE BEAR
GHOST!
"My friends, listen to me. I was only trying be a help to thee. You looked lost. I thought I'd trot along and help you find your way. Yes, I can be vicious but just to those who are maliciously corrupt; the liars, the cheaters, the thieves: they alone are my enemies. Like this man here, takes advantage of and abuses his dear, sweet wife! Any kind of crime, for any kind of rhyme or reason; extortion and bribery, corruption and robbery; these things I abhor! I'll haunt the world until they are no more!"
Gather 'round people
join your paws with me
(HUNGRY! HUNGRY!)
Raise your voices
and sing along with me
this haunted melody!
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6. |
I Wanna Be Like You
03:57
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Thomas Knight Los Angeles, California
Thomas Knight is a musician from Fort Worth, TX. He is currently living in Los Angeles, CA with his wife, Marina Sharpe, and their two black cats, Zuul and Jiji.
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