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10 000 Bezos
03:14
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So hard to be good
03:16
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t’s so hard to be good
With all you people to laugh at
Don’t do what I should
Not trying to be perfect
Oh ho ho – so many dull people!
Oh ho ho – so many dull people!
Who told you to believe those things
What did they want from you?
A million lies cover a million cries
A malicious media coup
Sitting getting fed before bed
They’re selling you unease
Rupert’s got his choke hold on you
I can smell his rank disease
Oh ho ho – so many dumb people!
Oh ho ho – so many dumb people!
It’s so hard to be good
With all you people to laugh at
Don’t do what I should
Not trying to be perfect
Another clown has bitten the dust
Another fool feels robbed
Another warning sign has been torn down
Another street is mobbed
And all over we hear the cry
“Do your own research”
Unkindness rules the day
From the mall into the church
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Cold inside
03:00
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So much pain and now I’m dead inside
No more tears baby I’m cold inside
You seem to see worth that I can’t understand
I only see the child and you see the man
Narrow street without exits a soul with a deathwish
And now there’s children who rely on
Me being upstanding, responsible undemanding
While I pout and complain and make time
For myself above all else I expect all the same
And we turn through this shit again and again
Don’t want to seem cold
Maybe I’m just old?
Protective cynicism
Projected jaded vision X2
Now I laugh otherwise I will cry
Out loud through the screens and maybe you’ll try
To hear where I come from where this sadness resides
A cot with a baby left crying inside
Don’t want to seem cold
Maybe I’m just old?
Protective cynicism
Projected jaded vision
BREAK
So much pain and now I’m dead inside
No more tears baby I’m cold inside
A life that’s full of half moves and failures
Boatloads of opportunities now sailors
Still fumbling along, sick jokes and a song
I don’t know how you can know me
Don’t want to seem cold
Maybe I’m just old?
Protective cynicism
Projected jaded vision
Don’t want to seem cold
Maybe I’m just old?
Protective cynicism
Projected jaded vision X2
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So hollow
03:59
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The idea
04:41
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9. |
Going backwards
03:37
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10. |
Go plant a tree
02:44
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t’s time to pull some gloves on
and to get the shovel out
you know, I could really dig you
you know, I could really dig you… a hole… a hole
you know, you know
I want you to plant a tree
I want you to plant a tree
you know, you know
I want you to plant a tree
I want you to plant a tree
Take a walk down through the forest
Go and have yourself a deep breath
I know you are an oxy...
I know you are an oxy...
You are an oxygen thief!
You are an oxygen thief!
Oh you are an oxygen thief!
you know, you know
I want you to plant a tree
I want you to plant a tree
you know, you know
I want you to plant a tree
I want you to plant a tree
Go plant a fucking tree
Go plant a fucking tree
Go plant a fucking tree
Go plant one
You know, it’s time to pay the rent
Go plant a fucking tree
You know, we’ve racked up a massive debt
Go plant a fucking tree
Go plant a fucking tree
Go plant a fucking tree
Go plant a fucking tree
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11. |
Goodbye Lumpy Fields
03:25
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Glenn Kneebone Melbourne, Australia
Glenno has been performing, writing and recording original material for a heck of a long time.
With a modest home
studio, lots of instruments, amazing songwriting buddy in Geza Paukovics, and a very supportive partner (love you Pencils) he will continue to write and record as many original and eclectic songs as possible.
Really hope you enjoy these humble offerings for your ear holes x
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