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Crisp Bills
02:51
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I’m only counting tiles. I’m only counting tiles, what’s the rush?
I gotta walk four miles. I gotta walk four miles through the brush
Gotta change my station. Gotta change my pay situation
Its time to think of pensions. Its time to think of hypertension.
Bananas, apples, and oranges
You think they’re thick on the ground
Give us that we don’t have by the pound
Just give us that by the pound
Get your own ass through, get your own ass through
And don’t expect anybody to put up with your incompetence
And I promise you - being honest, too
Just automate, uncomplicate your processes
I’m gonna lick that worry, lick that worry
I’m gonna bleed black on it, bleed black on it
I’m gonna bring back money, bring back money
I’m gonna lean back on it, lean back on it
I’m gonna lick that worry, lick that worry
I’m gonna bleed black on it, bleed black on it
Bananas, apples, and oranges
You think they’re thick on the ground
Give us that we don’t have by the pound
Just give us that by the pound
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The Girl Who Sees Ghosts
04:28
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I cannot lie.
I’ve been in better places
But this is the one where we are
And the girl who sees ghosts
Is at it again
Not gonna lie
I have forgotten faces
But never the sound of a voice
And the girl who sings songs
Is at it again
Write down everything I say
I will just forget the words anyway
Write down everything I say
I will just forget the words anyway
I’m cutting to the front of the line
I can’t wait around any longer
You’re gonna have to make up your mind
I’m not getting any younger
Write down everything I say
I will just forget the words anyway
Write down everything I say
I will just forget the words anyway
I’m cutting to the front of the line
I can’t wait around any longer
You’re gonna have to make up your mind
I’m not getting any younger
I’m cutting to the front of the line
I can’t wait around any longer
You’re gonna have to make up your mind
I’m not getting any younger
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Who puts the babies to bed?
Who wants to play hide and seek?
Who likes to stare at the sky?
Who holds my hand every week?
Who always does the right thing?
Who never makes a mistake?
Who looks so sad when it rains?
Who gets so mad when it breaks?
So sing me a song
Write down the words
Make me believe
It’s not absurd
Say what you know
Tell me a tale
Make me believe
We cannot fail
Who likes to sing things so loud?
Who likes to go to the zoo?
Who dresses up like a clown?
Who sits here waiting for you?
Who loves to play in the snow?
Who likes to hide from the sun?
Who always knows where to go?
Who never walks, always runs?
So sing me a song
Write down the words
Make me believe
It’s not absurd
Say what you know
Tell me a tale
Make me believe
We cannot fail
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The Vanishing
04:45
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I‘ve had, I’m through
I’m packing my bags and leaving here
I’ve got to get off of this planet, dear
I’ll do what I must to pay the fare
And disappear into thin air
Thin air
Thin air
Thin air
In hopes of a surrender
The starship builders sent her down
From a faraway planet
To this two-bit broken town
I lost my heart in orbit
Spinning around her blackened dome
They took away all of my magic
So I rode a moonbeam home
Hiding out in the tall grass
Waiting for the sun to go
If I leave too soon I’ll be
Betrayed by its glow.
I‘ve had it, I’m through
I’m packing my bags and leaving here
I’ve got to get off of this planet, dear
I’ll do what I must to pay the fare
And disappear into thin air
Thin air
Thin air
Thin air.
If we are caught by those monsters
They’ll smash us to bits and break us down
And gather up all of the pieces
And hide them deep beneath the ground
I think we’d better keep moving
Though we may or may not make it into space
Our chances of survival keep improving
With every step we take away from this place
Hiding out from a winter storm
Untouched by the blinding snow
In this cave we’re dry and warm
In the fire’s glow.
And then again, maybe I dreamed it all...
No one’s seen you in a while...
No one’s caught your charming smile...
Do they have a clue where you’ve been...
Do they know the state that you’re in...
I don’t think so...
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Hard Money Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Hard Money is a rock band from Pittsburgh, PA. They play upbeat, mildly euphoric psychedelic pop music appropriate for most settings and environments.
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