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She Is Free
02:48
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You can say that my love is an angel-
trapped on earth with us mortal fools.
She should fly up above in the heavens-
and swim in bright, celestial pools.
But my love knows she ain't no angel-
her crooked smile just gives her away.
She would rather be down and dirty
than on a pedestal, put on display.
Chorus: And she is free-like a butterfly in the sky she is free and...she don't see me.
You can say that my love is a flower-
fresh cut from the garden to your home.
She will spruce up your room for any occasion,
and never ever let you down when you're alone.
But my love knows she ain't no flower-
For flowers fade and are quickly thrown away.
She wouldn't stand for fickle attention-
and you can't cut down what was meant to stay.
Chorus: For she is free-like a butterfly in the sky, she is free and...she's captured me.
You can say that my love is the sunshine.
To warm you, guide you, bring your face a smile.
She'll burn you if you worship her daily.
And blind you when you stare more than awhile.
But my love knows she ain't no sunshine-
The sun is warm but a million miles away.
My love for my love is much closer...
That's good for me-I don't have Triple A.
Chorus: And she is free...like a butterfly in the sky she will burst out in colors right before your eyes and...she is with me.
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Come gather ‘round me people
And a story you shall hear.
About Miranda McAfee
And her love affair with beer.
O’ never did she marry,
Nay, she did not want a man.
She only wanted booze
In a bottle, glass, or can.
Chorus:
May you lips never blister!
May you always wet your whistler!
But if you ever try to kiss her…
You’ll find that you will be resistered.
She started her own brewery
And never had a doubt
That she could make a livin’
From pilsner, ale, and stout.
She became a famous woman
In the land of Honalee.
So raise your glass to the lovely lass
Miss Miranda McAfee!
Chorus:
May you lips never blister!
May you always wet your whistler!
But if you ever try to kiss her…
You’ll find that you will be resistered.
Some men still tried to wed her,
But all of them did fail.
They just desired her fortune,
She told them to go to hell.
And the moral of this story,
I hope you understand—
Is you can brew a better beer
But not brew a better man.
Chorus:
May you lips never blister!
May you always wet your whistler!
But if you ever try to kiss her…
You’ll find that you will be resistered.
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3. |
The Pirate Song
02:17
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I am a pirate on the ocean blue
with my skeleton ship and my crew, crew, crew.
I've got a blackbird and parrot too-
He say's "Squak! Squak!"-not "Cockle-doodle-do!"
We drink all day in the hot, hot sun-
Because we're pirates and we like to have fun.
We like to say "arg" and wear a frown.
Make you walk the plank, and watch you drown.
Chorus:
Everybody sing the pirate song
Sing it loud and sing it strong!
Everybody sing the pirate song-
Arg-arg-arg (and a ding-ding-dong).
Well I have an eye-patch and a hook for a hand.
We look real mean-smell real bad.
We didn't bring lemons-on our journey.
We're all gonna die cuz we all got scurvy.
Well this is the end of this here tale.
Catch us again when the ship sets sail.
We are pirates on the ocean green-
We'll punch you in the head, and cut out your spleen!
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4. |
Hey Ophelia
04:12
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Hey Ophelia,
Hamlet's gone away.
And all your servants
Are caught in your rain.
The prince of madness-
The prince in black.
He stole all your rainbows.
He won't give them back.
Hey Ophelia,
Baby, please don't cry!
I'm just the court jester-
But I'll make you smile.
They say that I'm foolish,
That I'm reaching too high.
But even a painted clown
Is moved by your weeping eyes.
Hey Ophelia-
Just give me a chance.
I'll tell you some stories.
Yeah, I'll make you laugh.
So come on Ophelia-
How can you resist?
A guy with bells on his head,
And love in his kiss?
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My Father's Son
04:33
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The shadows gather on the hill-the sword is drawn the blood is spilled.
Thunder heavy in the sky-in solitude and God knows why-I've tried.
To be a friend, to be a man...flesh and blood, bones and sand I am.
Chorus:
I am but my father's son. Made of clay like everyone.
And even giants, they fall to the ground.
I'm sorry...if I let you down.
With pleading eyes she looks to me-I don't know who I'm supposed to be.
Rain, rain like heaven's tears-wash the rust of many years, I fear
I'm not who you think I am-flesh and blood and bones and sand I am.
The curtain falls on all our time-the idol's glow no longer shines.
Wisdom comes as you walk the path-and get knocked down on your ass
and wrath. Yeah wrath. Wrath comes when you make your stand...
flesh and blood and bones and sand I am.
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The past is so fleeting-the future retreating.
Got more years behind me-than I have ahead.
And as the road narrows-time like an arrow
Pierces the heart of words left unsaid.
So let me say it now...before it’s too late.
We made this life together, and I will not forsake you now.
All of the laughter-it echoes long after
The fights that we’ve forgotten-hurt feelings inside.
And none of the sorrow-not then or tomorrow
Can darken the light I see in your eyes.
So let me say it now...before it’s too late.
We made this life together, and I will not forsake you now.
Where did the time go?
It’s all gone by so fast.
The little ones are all grown up—
And we’re alone at last.
It’s so good to be here-with you and the cats dear:
The yarn in your lap-a book in my hand.
And you keep me humble-whenever I stumble.
I know without asking-that you understand.
So let me say it now...before it’s too late.
We made this life together, and I will not forsake you now.
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