1. |
Warhol/Warhola
02:33
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Andy Warhol, born Warhola
Not yet a b-baller, not yet a shot-caller
White Iverson, can I be your friend?
1943: them factory kids in Pittsburgh be the death of me
We dream like we’re dreamers
Mom says a novena, we pray for the scenesters, the boys becomes teamsters
We dream like we’re dreamers
Refugees like we’re dreamers
They build a wall but don’t you know this world’s a hole through which we crawl
*
Don’t you dare defer to me
The world’ll make a mess of me
A bullet never takes it back
A needle finds on a needle track
*
Did we get it wrong? We got it all wrong
Leave the radio on, just leave the radio on
*
I was never alone, never naked alone
I had the radio on, the radio on, the radio on
*
Marilyn Monroe, where did your clothes go? Did we get it wrong?
I was never alone, never naked alone, I had the radio on
*
We dream like we’re dreamers
Mom says a novena,the boys becomes teamsters, we pray for the scenesters
We dream like we’re dreamers
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2. |
19.99
03:36
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Bone-thugs, smokin’ bones
Me alone
Tawnee Stone
AOL the family phone
Mom and Dad leave me alone
It’s 1999, it’s 1999
Could it get better?
Now there’s geeks n’ freaks
And killing streaks
And blood red streaks
On homework sheets
But me I try to keep it fleak
They cut your teeth like it’s shark week
Trenchcoat, Columbine
Don’t worry ma, I’m just dyin’
21st century, we’ll be fine
Like George Jetson we’ll be flyin’
in 1999, in 1999 was it all better? in 1999 could it get better?
There’ll be flying cars no more scars everyone an avatar
No Laramie, Gethsemane, lord, take this cup away from me
Blood bath never stops my cup it spilleth (grab a mop)
Marx was right, hold on tight
exit through the gift shop
[instrumental]
I had a neon trapper keeper
Couldn’t trap her, couldn’t keep her
Used my brother’s broken beeper
She said kiss me, let’s get deeper
I said I like Tori Amos
I write letters, I’ll be famous
I can’t kiss you, know I’ll miss you
What should I do with these tissues?
O, don’t cry my Gina something
Back in 199-something
Do the Humpty Dance was pumping
I wasn’t that straight, baby, straight from Compton
Real Slim Shady, don’t stand up
I see two girls but just one cup
Some boys grow hard, some boys grow tough
Some boys throw down, I just throw up
In 1999, in 1999, in 1999 could it get better?
Me I start my daughter’s bath
A million birds I hear her laugh
God made Adam, Eve made you
I said I’m glad, she said me too
Is there love in all this pain?
Why won’t he make it rain?
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3. |
All I Do is Win
04:01
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Mother’s in the kitchen (don’t know why)
Sister’s taking selfies (telling her lies)
Brother’s so good looking (he’s never gonna die)
Me, I’m in between (staring at the night)
Old folks they walk in rings
Baby boomers now they just bump into things
Sister, one day, teach me to sing
Auto-tune: All I do is win
Mom says I got a lot of poise
I’m not like them other boys
Me and sister we watch The Voice
I think I could win. I can make a lot of noise.
All I do All I do All I do Is win
They want to live in a world no one’s made
But every cut turns you into a blade
I want to live in a world no one’s made
But every cut turns you into a blade
I wake up and I don’t know how
TV used to say can you hear me now?
Father’s approaching, the wind begins to howl
If I’m ever gonna start, might as well start now
All I do All I do All I do Is win
And they call me home but I won’t go home
No, I won’t go home this way
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4. |
Cream
04:07
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Take me to the woods, dark lovely and deep
Give me warm milk, give me Ambien to sleep
Let me dream my dream, American dream
Sing “Cash rules everything around me”
When I was young, American teen
There were fast times, slow times in between
Let me dream my dream, American dream
We sang “Cash rules everything around me”
CREAM
Gimme yankee dollar, y’all I never will
Long Escalade, no coup d ville
Don’t flip, trip, I got my Kia whip
Livin with my ma, she broke her hip
So baby you can’t spend the night
Grandma’s singing the kids are alright
She asks me what I think she should do with her life
Angry Bird, Candy Crush, Second Life
When I was young I had a dream
I’d grow up I’d become a machine
Wouldn’t feel nothing, I’d be clean
Cash rules everything around me
Cream
So gimme yankee dollar, gimme beautiful machines
Tell me everything is different from exactly what it seems
Gimme yankee dollar, gimme beautiful machines
Cash rules everything around me
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5. |
Get Out
03:35
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Streets are red, the market’s black
Bump stock, don’t look back
We stream while we’re young, we don’t look back
Cohen said everything’s gotta crack
I thought I heard someone shout (3x)
Streets are red, the market’s black
Bump stock, don’t look back
We dream while we’re young, we don’t look back
Tom Petty died of a heart attack
I thought I heard someone shout (3x)
Get out
Get out
Get out
Get out
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6. |
Share
03:14
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I like to share
When no one’s there
Would you care
If I shared my life with you?
I had a brother, sister, mother
Even a father
But I’d rather share my life with you
My father’s wallet
I still recall it
Pictures in it
But now he’s nowhere
He’s not here
He’s not there
He’s nowhere
I like to share
**
I like to share
When no one’s there
Would you care
If I shared my life with you?
I had a lover
I recovered
I discovered
I’d rather share my life with you
My father’s wallet
I still recall it
Pictures in it
But now he’s nowhere
He’s not here
He’s not there
He’s nowhere
I like to share
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7. |
7th Grade
03:54
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I remember you well in the 7th Grade
We were young, no one got saved
Everyone looked like the bumble bee girl
In the Blind Melon song “No Rain”
Life was a bubble on a scantron test
We memorized lyrics to A Tribe Called Quest
Anita Appelbaum? You gotta give me some
Of what we could not guess
You sounded like Axl
They put you on paxil
You sounded like Jay Z
Man you ain’t crazy
You sounded like Axl
They put you on paxil
You sounded like Jay Z
Man you ain’t crazy
And I don’t know where I belong
My head is full of all these songs
I had a Trapper Keeper
(Couldn’t trap or keeper)
Used my brother’s beeper
I wrote you a letter
I wrote you a letter
I wrote you a letter
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8. |
G-d's Funeral
03:47
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Light’s fading, soon I won’t see to write
We won the war without a fight
And I see you now with you flower
In your famous buttonhole
Like an angel at God’s funeral
You said there’d be blood
Only time’s on my hand
We threw so much mud
Ain’t no place to stand
And I knew we lost the higher ground
When I looked down in that hole
Like an Angel at God’s funeral
(bridge)
Why did I betray the one
Who could not betray me?
I can’t recall
Nothing ever changes
But why would it after all
Thought the angels at God’s funeral
You said let the dead bury the dead
How you could go on
I tried it once, friend
It’s easier said than done
Now the graveyard shift’s when I bury my stiff
You should see how fast the light falls
It’s like an angel who missed God’s funeral
So I would request your presence
at the occasion of my demise
But I’m about as low as I can go,
otherwise
I’d love to see you come and get your kicks
With your picks and your shovels
Like an angel at God’s funeral
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9. |
All in my Head
03:54
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You write in 20 point Helvetica
So all the world can see
You’re not happy
You’re the face of misery
I’d take away your sorrow
I’d take away your pain
But me I’m on my phone
Writing more or less the same
And a kid just googled
Is God really dead?
O Siri, can you tell me
Is it all in my head?
We’re all sharing a google doc,
all your friends and me,
It’s all about your problems,
How you just can’t see
You say I got a lot of nerve
to say that I’m your friend
Well, everyone’s a troll
They’re just not pressing send
Was it the Sermon on the Mount?
Or the breaking of the bread?
I want my two dollars,
Or was that better off dead?
The holy get holier,
The humbled get humbled
Jesus looking skinny
Like teenage girls on tumblr
And a kid just googled
Is God really dead?
O Siri, can you tell me
Is it all in my head?
Once I was young I was lost
O I cried
Policeman!
Don‘t tell me any lies
Will I ever find my parents?
He looked at me and sighed
I dunno, kid
There’s so many places they can hide
And a kid just googled
Is God really dead?
O, Siri, can you tell me
Is it all in my head?
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10. |
Daughter
03:08
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My daughter
born in October
deserves a better man than I could be for her
My daughter
born in October
deserves a better song than Cat Stevens writes for her
My daughter
born in October
deserves a better name than I could hang on her
Louise
Suzanne
Georgia
understand
Your name
Is a love song
Sung by a broken man
And this is all I give
my love
And this is all I can give
my love
this
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Famous Letter Writer New York
Philly-bred, NY-based Famous Letter Writer is the indie pop music project of award-winning writer and lyricist M.I. Devine and multi-instrumentalist Ru Devine. Full of gritty, witty, combustible pop, their debut, W̶A̶R̶H̶O̶L̶A̶, premiered in American Songwriter, where it was dubbed, "from front to back, a success" with singles featured in places like NPR ("All in my Head"). ... more
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