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Be The Nail
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I saw Billy in a pink miniskirt
High heel boots and a see through shirt
He had blood coming from his lip
He said, "Oh, man I don't sweat that shit."
He said,
Be the nail
Be the nail
Be the nail
That get's hammered down
I saw Suzy with a hole in her heart
Said she's going to sell it as abstract art
Said she wasn't going to shed one tear
Who wants to live a life of fear
She said,
Be the nail
Be the nail
Be the nail
That get's hammered down
How can I live a life, where I can't even speak, and I can't be a freak, and I have to bite my tongue?
How can I live a life with one foot in the grave, like a zombie slave, and it ain't no fucking fun?
No, it ain't no fun
No, it ain't no fun
No, it ain't no fun
I asked the Devil, "Why you at war?"
He said he couldn't take orders no more
He said sometimes you gotta fall
Before you know yourself at all
He said,
Be the nail
Be the nail
Be the nail
That get's hammered down
How can I live a life, where I can't even speak, and I can't be a freak, and I have to bite my tongue?
How can I live a life with one foot in the grave, like a zombie slave, and it ain't no fucking fun?
No, it ain't no fun
No, it ain't no fun
No, it ain't no fun
Be the nail
Be the nail
Be the nail
That get's hammered down
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Everything Is Art
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Your very first kiss, your dying breath
Your hopes your dreams, your blood your sweat
You'll realize if you are smart
That everything is art
Your love, your hate, undying rage
Your very last scene upon the stage
You may not want to play your part
But everything is art
I dig bipping and a bopping, flipping and a flopping, hipping and a hopping with you
I dig walking and a cocking, talking and a shocking, rocking and fucking with you
And it's true
Oh God it's true
Gustave Flaubert, René Descartes
Your soul, your body, your beating heart
You may think I'm a pretentious fart
But Everything is art
I dig bipping and a bopping, flipping and a flopping, hipping and a hopping with you
I dig walking and a cocking, talking and a shocking, rocking and fucking with you
You may think I'm a pretentious fart
But Everything is art
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I saw you the other day
Your teeth were green
And your skin was grey
You said you didn't give a fuck
All you got left is your bad luck
And I don't think you're long for this world
No, I don't think you're long for this world
Something's hanging over your head
One part fear and one part dread
I heard you the other day
Shouting you didn't have to pay
Saying we were slaves, we were sheep
How can on fucker be so deep
And I don't think you're long for this world
No, I don't think you're long for this world
You're the philosopher of the bars
Slumming in the gutter, reaching for the stars
Remember feeling full of grace
Angels and the reaper all in our embrace
Some of our friends no longer flirt
We feel them here, but they're smoke and dirt
You say all this death is bumming
I say we all got it coming
And I don't think we're long for this world
No, I don't think we're long for this world
I don't think we're long for this world
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Waiting For Epiphany
02:48
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I'm so sick of my heart
It's not very smart
I'm so tired of my mind
It's cruel and unkind
And I'm waiting fo Epiphany
I'm so sick of my tongue
inarticulate and dumb
I'm so bored with teeth
Just temporary relief
And I'm waiting for Epiphany
Yeah, I'm waiting for Epiphany
She won't come to me
She won't come to me
She won't come, she won't come, she won't come!
Why must I be so damn blind?
I'm so sick of the gods
The true ones and the frauds
I'm so bored with crime
On my body and my mind
And I'm waiting fo Epiphany
I'm so sick of the truth
It's rarefied and loose
I'm so bored with time
It's cruel and unkind
And I'm waiting for Epiphany
Yeah, I'm waiting for Epiphany
She won't come to me
She won't come to me
She won't come, she won't come, she won't come!
Why must I be so damn blind?
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The Wabi Sabis London, Ontario
The Wabi Sabis are a finely honed machine with an all-too-human heart. They have taken a two-hundred years of musical experience and created a tsunami of sound that melds chaos and order while tickling the listeners grey matter with lyrical explorations of heartbreak, loss, confusion, jealousy, failure, love and the pure joy of the transformational transcendence of blistering rock & roll. ... more
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