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(Blake Matthew Simon Mills- B.R. Hornsby) Break Mirrors Publishing, Administered by Hipgnosis Songs Group (BMI) - Zappo Music (ASCAP)
I’m traveling now to Salem
I’m a judge in a jury trial
Got to get there by morning sunrise
Got to save someone’s innocent life
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets walk don’t walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky moving sky
Moving road, billboards flying by
Rental cars, tubes and tires and chains
Then everything around me silently linked
Signs generating reality
Chorus
Now every surface lethal
Wipe it down and change your mood
A shapeless, creeping, growing thing
A Salem barrister’s Waterloo
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets walk don’t walk
Crowded sky of ventilators, antennas out
Under the moving sky moving sky
Chorus
As we sit on the sidelines
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Tag
04:32
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(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP)
I stepped on a crack and tilted the world
I swept in and left them aswirl
If all you wanted was a thrill
Just leave your keys on the sill
Just received late word
Pestilence takes its turn
Rollin’ in deep
Tapping fingers you said to me
Triflin’ ‘flicted mess
Creating animosity
Playing tag and now you’re it
Kick the can and dodge the mitt
Fun and games in pestilence
We could use, use some kindly kindliness
Still shake your fist
A kind of gritted bliss
There will, there will, there’ll be
Be a time for this
I stepped on a track and shifted to blur
I was It, with a demon purr
You were drawn to my chase and touch
A spectral power in my bone-hand crush
Then everything goes south
Solipsistic reverie over and out
A humble brag is never that
Final times, we’ll have our eschatological raps
Playing tag and now you’re it
Kick the can and dodge the mitt
Better times please come quick
We could use, use some kindly kindliness
Still shake your fist
A kind of gritted bliss
There will, there will, there’ll be
Be a time for this
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The Hound
03:31
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(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP)
Cruelty shifts and swirls around
At any time you could be the hound
Or the hounded target, in a flash
Positions change and now you’re catching the gas
Getting the lash
Getting trashed
You could be forever known
As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone
Or the guy in math who split his pants
Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance
Thick skin
(Oh dot dot dot dot, dotadot- like in poetry)
Fear spreads like blood in a pool
Until it covers all the space in the room
Like an endless funhouse hall of mirrors and fears
Never-ending, all-consuming
And it’s right here
You could be forever known
As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone
Or the guy in math who shit his pants
Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance
Somebody’s blasting away
It’s the big pile-on
Sensing weakness, it’s been there all along
Find a tender spot and poke it
Schadenfreude rules
So sorry, I’ve been that guy
I’ve been that fool
2nd Chorus
This is the age of thick skin
It’s all in fun, don’t be sensitive
Let it go, have a ball
This is the age of thick, thick skin
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4. |
Too Much Monkey Business
03:55
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(Chuck Berry) Isalee Music Publishing Company (BMI)
Well I’ve been runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' at the mill
Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Salesman talkin' to me, tryin' to run me up a creek
You can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week, ho
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Blonde haired good looks, tryin' to get me hooked
Want me to marry, get a home, settle down, write a book
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Well it’s same thing every day, gettin' up, goin' to school
No need for me to complain, my objection's overruled, ho
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Pay phone, something wrong, dime gone, will hold
Ought to sue the operator for telling me a tale, ho
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Well I’ve been to Yokohama, been fightin' in the war
Army bunk, army chow, army clothes, army car, ho
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Well I’m workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks
Wipe the windows, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas, ho
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Don't want your botheration, get away and leave me be
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5. |
Maybe Now
02:48
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(Chip deMatteo- B.R. Hornsby) Hand & Hammerstein Music - Zappo Music (ASCAP)
Tonight’s forecast called for possible storms
Weather report, winds-aloft unstable
Counting on binging on a smorgasbord of cable
Smorgasbord of cable
Clicking through the channels as the whirling furnace warms
Warming up just as much as it is able.
Click, already seen it
Click, way too loud
Click, Click, Click, Click
Then, from somewhere, we heard another sound
I imagined it was the roar of a train
No trains nearby, so she assumed it was a plane
Probably a plane
Clicking through the cable, the noise swirls all around
The wind hit first, then the rain
Click, check the weather
Click, check the lights
Click, Click, Bang
Maybe now, I’ll get religion
Maybe now, I’ll learn to wait
Maybe now, I’ll have some vision
But for now, I’ll accept my fate
Persistent roaring, horizontal rain outside
Inside, it’s dark and still, the cable’s dead
And we can’t tell, but it might be widespread
It must be widespread
Click the remote, flick the lights, I’ve tried and tried
We’re so cut off when things go dead
Click, check the weather
Click check the lights
Click, Click, Bang, Bang, Click
Maybe now, I’ll get religion
Maybe now, I’ll learn to wait
Maybe now, I’ll have something
But for now, I’ll accept my fate
Maybe now, we’ll all get real
Maybe now, as things get strange
Maybe now, we’ll finally feel
And from now, things will change
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Bucket List
03:35
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(Chip deMatteo- B.R. Hornsby) Hand & Hammerstein Music - Zappo Music (ASCAP)
They say it takes work to keep a love strong
But my love and I are listless and weary
We’re laid-back and languid, it’s gone on so long
That our languor of love’s just a limitless theory
“The cost of a passion is a passionate price”
Some well-paid words from the therapist
She didn’t know when she gave her advice
The size of the hole in my bucket-list
What can I say when I can’t find the words
What should I do when I don’t have the strength
I know I should know all the things I should learn
But time is too short to go to great lengths
Do I have what it takes to fly out of the fog?
And find a good reason to get my heart pounding
Get a new hobby, job, a mistress, a dog
Or keep eating and drinking and binging and lounging
“The cost of a passion is a passionate price”
Some well-paid words from the therapist
She didn’t know when she gave her advice
The size of the hole in my bucket-list
What can I say when I can’t find the words
What should I do when I don’t have the strength
I know I should know all things I should learn
But time is too short to go to great lengths
Time was slow
The future long
When we were young
We didn’t know
Most of our song
Would not get sung
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(Chip deMatteo- B.R. Hornsby) Hand & Hammerstein Music - Zappo Music (ASCAP)
I’m caught here in my small square
You love me but we need some air
We’ll be ok, of that I’m pretty certain
If I stretch my arms we almost touch
I’ve never felt alone so much
Would you agree to pulling back the curtain
There will be days ahead
I’m pretty sure
Brightening lighter rays
In this world
Remember how we used to be
Connections that our friends could see
Remember when we tried to learn German
I told you what I learned today
That this all too shall pass away
It sounded like a stale, stale sermon
Chorus
Really kinda sure
Wait and wait, when this is done
Days to come, anticipating days ahead
As time goes on I’ve come to see
How much these days have meant to me
I know my feelings aren’t always vocal
As we emerge unconfined
I’m pretty sure that you will find
My love for you is total
Chorus (2x)
I’m pretty sure
There’ll be a day
When this is done
Oh, I’m really kinda sure
I’m pretty sure
For those who wait
That good things come
Oh, I’m really kinda, kinda pretty sure
There’ll be a day
Times await, times await
Good times await
Anticipating
Days ahead
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Lidar
04:19
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(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP)
Sorting through evidence, maps seen from the sky
Impossible to be seen, seen by the naked eye
Now’s the best time to be sort of healthy and alive
Now I can find the relics of times so fine
I will peer down down, down down through the ground
Scanning forest canopies, evidence to be found
Light detection illuminates, illuminates through the brush
Finding ancient ruins, the relics of us
Lock in the LIDAR
scanning in 3D
Study the radar
Uncovering clues so strong to show us how we did it wrong
Look at the Lidar
Scanning in 3D
Study the radar
Uncovering hidden clues to show us what we didn’t do right
Looking, looking down to where we traveled on the tram
Headlights, grime, axes, boots, picks in hand
Now I can find evidence of our old mine
If I can find a clear data set, I’ll know what to do next time
I will peer down down down down through the ground
Scanning forest canopies, evidence to be found
They’re free online in the public domain
Mapping, truth, learning, skills, through the laze
Lock in the Lidar
Scanning in 3D
Study the radar
Uncovering clues so strong to show us how we did it wrong
Look at the Lidar
Scanning in 3D
Study the radar
Uncovering hidden clues to show us what we didn’t do right
Loads of light pulse flying to the ground
Too thick to see
Now we can laze through the density
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(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP)
Walk outside your house you could be a sitting duck
Man serves you with papers and says real nice “good luck”
In your car and here comes a deer flyin’ ‘cross the road
Or a man pulls up beside you and does what he’s been told
Is this it, is this the end
Is this my time, is this the end of the line
Is this it, I think I’m through
The joke’s on me no more existential ennui
Walking in a field something falls from the sky
Walking up a hill you slip on a rock and slide
Then again it could be you going far today
Somebody had special plans and you were in the way
Is this it, is this the end
Is this my time, is this the end of the line
Is this it, I think I’m through
The joke’s on me no more existential ennui
This fragile edifice you’ve built just came crashing down
What seemed indestructible was razed without a sound
You think “how blind was I?” you thought you could control it all
Then the ‘cane came, the waters rose up over the flood wall
Is this it, is this the end
Is this my time, is this the end of the line
Is this it, is that all there is
Is this my demise, part of some grand design
Puttin on my tux to dine with my wife and our friend Phil
We’re feeling so smug and blessed in our mansion on the hill
Afterwards I look down, I see my arms are turning green
The TV is telling me there’s been a large chemical spill
Is this it, is this the end
Is this my time, all part of some grand design
Is this it, well I think I’m through
The joke’s on me, no more existential ennui
It’s a cosmic joke - and the joke’s on me
No existential ennui
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(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP)
Orange lady spews her venom
Says deny and we just let ‘em
Tells her big friends let’s go get ‘em
While the air is hotter and wetter
(And we all roll merrily, merri-merrily along along)
Baby Quinn lights a candle
Says a prayer for all the vandals
Behind the mask they drill and drill
He’s got legions big as dollar bills
(Complacency, they count on it, say you don’t have time)
Have you had enough
Are you finally pissed off
It’s all pretty rough,
And is it finally too much
Are you sick and tired, sick and tired, seeing red
Shouldn’t have believed what they said
Marty got ‘em hooked for cheap
Then jacked the price for the clean sweep
Said now’s the time to do the fleece
And do it for all to see
(And we all roll merrily, merri-merrily along along)
Army man leaching foam
Into the water never told a soul
Preaching do the right thing, that’s our way
But it’ll never never fade away
(Why is your friend sick, such a mystery, and it just won’t stop, the new clandestine ops)
(And we roll merrily along)
Have you had enough
Are you finally pissed off
Finally sick and tired
Is it finally too much
Are you sick and tired, sick and tired, maybe not
Reminds me of me, a lot
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(Chip deMatteo- B.R. Hornsby) Hand & Hammerstein Music - Zappo Music (ASCAP)
Dad used to have Mom’s picture
An angel from a scripture
Snapped right before God picked her
And floating without care
Her eyes still drive me crazy
And I see them in our baby
Maybe smiling eyes will save me
That’s my simple prayer
Before Daddy left us
A vow to not forget us
Mom just made me breakfast
Never mentioned it, I swear
A single mom’s solution
Through guilt our love is proven
He’ll eat up absolution
That’s my simple prayer
A modern working mother
I thought I would discover
How best not to hover
And give my family air
But chicks need Momma’s breast
Until they pass a life test
Please don’t fall from my nest
That’s my simple prayer
Back when I had someone
But life has pulled a fast one
This might cost me our son
It’s a nightmare
I’m afraid she will blame me
If he’s not back home safely
Please, nothing more to shame me
That’s my simple prayer
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Point Omega
03:01
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(B.R. Hornsby) Zappo Music (ASCAP)
Neutrinos go through the earth
How do we know? We just know- studies show
Hummingbirds fly side to side
Backwards, forwards, upside down
How do we know? We just know
Master rose up in three days
How do we know? Oh, we don’t
Some just trust, some have faith
Point Omega, here we are
What rules our lives we cannot see or feel
Point Omega, distant star
Gravity and magnetic fields
String theory branes are real
Is it true? Not sure (oh no sir)
Sparrows fly three thousand miles
Back to the same spot in a while
How do they know? Think we know
And there went Paul on the Damascus road
How do we know? Oh not sure
Chorus
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Bruce Hornsby Williamsburg, Virginia
Despite his early mainstream successes, Hornsby has pursued a more personal, idiosyncratic musical path, focusing on projects that sparked his creative interest, , including collaborations with the Grateful Dead, Spike Lee, Ricky Skaggs, Don Henley, Ornette Coleman, Bob Dylan, Bela Fleck, Justin Vernon, Bonnie Raitt, Pat Metheny, and Robbie Robertson. ... more
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