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Sitting Under My Stone
03:14
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Sitting under my stone (x8)
Someone come and poke me
Someone invade my home (x8)
Someone gonna broke me
Moving to the wood pile (x8)
Hope they don't come find me
Crawling deeper in the wood pile (x8)
Just a frog looking for a log
Just a frog in a log
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The Butler Song
01:06
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A butler has a mustache, waxed and one inch wide
A butler shines his hair each day, and parts it on the side
A butler goes to work - he works the whole day long
A butler goes unrecognized, that's why we wrote this song
He knows which things go hand in hand
And which ones never do
He chooses wines and greets the guests
And asks them how they do
A butler is an expert on matters of fine taste
A butler keeps his counsel close, lets nothing go to waste
A butler's most of all discreet, and cunning shrewd or sly
A butler can be counted on, he's always your ally
He is your good compatriot when all is said and done
But who really has a butler? The answer is: No One.
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We don't really know what a butler's life is like
But we can try to empathize
Our butler song is a little trite
I feel our case we overemphasize
Does he have his own dreams
Or is he just a machine
Waiting for that distant day
When everything is signed away
Does he regret how long he's stayed
Or don't it matter as long as he gets paid
What's behind his butler's clothes
His shiny hair, his one-inch mustached nose
What's behind his courteous smile
A placid hound or a crocodile (Oh snap!)
Does a butler ever entertain
Pushing all those rich jerks down a sewer drain
Does a butler envy his master's life
His grand estate and his rich and famous wife
We don't really know what a butler's life is like
But we can try to empathize
Our butler song is a little trite
I feel our case we overemphasize
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4. |
Blagodarya Blaster
02:11
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I was new to Radovene, I saw a girl so I asked her
What can I get to drink around here, she said: The Blagodarya Blaster
Blagodarya Blaster
Blagodarya Blaster
What can he drink around here?
The Blagodarya Blaster
I went into a bar and I had one, it was really strange
So I had a second one, and it blew out my brains
Blagodarya Blaster
Blagodarya Blaster
He had a second one
And it blew out his brains
After the third, I thought I was inside out with nothing underneath
It rattled up my bones and knocked out my teeth
Blagodarya Blaster
Blagodarya Blaster
It rattled up his bones
And it knocked out his teeth
"Try the Frog in a Log," the locals said
I said if I have another then for sure I'll be dead
Blagodarya Blaster
Blagodarya Blaster
If he has another one
He would for sure be dead
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5. |
Carry Water
02:31
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I swear I seen you before somewhere, yeah
I swear I seen you before
I know that I know you from somewhere
I swear, I feel pretty sure. Yeah
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
I swear I saw you this morning, yeah
Down the alley doing this and that
I was pruning the leaves, this morning
You were chasing an alley cat, yeah
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
But now there's two of you, now, yeah
I never saw him before
He's carrying water somewhere
I seen him come back and forth. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Multiply and divide there, sonny
One and one, that makes two
I seen you two times before, yeah
Carrying water, whatchoo gonna do there? Yeah.
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6. |
Jam #1
01:33
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7. |
Colonials
03:08
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Dunno about you but I've seen it all
A thousand times in a thousand years
I wasted more than half my life
Writing rhymes that no one hears
Softly
Dripping, slipping, tripping, falling
Whirring, grinding, finding nothing
Casting, lasting, dusting, rusting
Trying, prying, getting by
No one's oiled my gears for a long long time
And I don't think I have the taste for this
All I need is another life
When my battery's dry for I must exist
I'm chronicling an ancient race
That turned to dust, and in their place
The only thing they left behind
Is a writing 'bot with half his mind
Surely
Wracking, cracking, baking, taking
Faking, making, breaking down
Searching, lurching, clicking, ticking
Whizzing, fizzing, fading away
I tore my voice box, now I'm dumb
There are no parts to fix me now
I'm leaking oil on the ground
Down to two percent, so write it down
Write it down
Write it down while you still can
Losing power, going blind
So write it down
Write it down
Write it down
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8. |
Shrinkwrapped
02:22
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Shrinkwrapped
Ready for display
Trapped inside a glass box
That's smaller than it is
Palms spread wide against the sides
I'm not in here by choice
Make my life in crayon
Rearrange the day
Let me start back over
Put me on replay
Peel away the paint and
See who's underneath
Open up the shrink wrap
Let in the air and breathe
Let me take a time capsule
Relive a year anew
Or make me up in white paint
I'll put on a show for you
Trapped inside a glass box (x4)
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9. |
Broken Record Doo-Wop
01:15
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I'm a broken record
Can I take me back
I think a dodgy needle
Jumped the track
Everybody, they know me
Shouting out my name
All I wanted was money
Never asked for this thing called fame
But life is a drudge, a trudge through the sludge
It's the million dollar bill that broke the camel's back
That's right, the million dollar bill that broke the camel's back
Doo-wop
Everybody, they know me
Shouting out my name -ame -ame -ame
Ready aim fire
Burn me in effigy
I don't mind
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11. |
Tsarevets
01:02
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12. |
Who's the Sucker Now
04:23
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Moochers, leeches
Everywhere I look, they find me
Every time I try to do things my own way
I get a sucker sucking on my wallet
They bled me dry
And they’re coming back for more
But I ain't got any more
They bled me dry
I can’t bleed anymore
I can’t bleed anymore
My blood is spread from here to hell
Everybody is so nice
They want to give you some “free” advice
But what’s the cost, what’s the price
They’ve bled me dry
Bled me dry
Bled me dry
Bled me dry
If I had any tears left, I could cry
But they took them too
Leeches, suckers
Moochers, leeches
No pain, no gain
I’m going to get in their brain
I’m going to take it out and eat it
I just know you’re a sucker
And I’m a sucker for suckers
Who’s the sucker, I can’t tell
Who’s the sucker
You the sucker, or am I the sucker
Who’s the sucker
Who’s the sucker now
I see it in your face
You’re a disgrace
I’ll steal all your money
And I won’t leave a trace
More than names, more than faces
If we were trading places
Who’s to say what you’d do
Would you be a sucker too
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13. |
Jam #2
04:40
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Found them on the roadside
Pleven Playing Cards
Torn corners, faded colors
Duplicates and missing entries
Made a brand new game
Or could have done
Packed them in my backpack
Pleven Playing Cards
Took them across the country
To Veliko Tarnovo
Watched them creep around at night
When the lights outside were low
Took them on to Varna
They had a life of their own
Now they haunt my sleep at night
Stalk me in my dreams
Gave me a tattoo
Pleven Playing Cards
Diamonds on my forehead
Pleven Playing Cards
A suicide king
Is taking over me
Soon enough I'll just be
Another playing card
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Hello, my name is Vanga
I am a prophetess
There are these things I'm knowing
That you would never guess
I know your name, I know your birth
There are no facts I can't unearth
Because I'm Vanga
(prophetessss)
Narrator:
A turning point in her life was a tornado which lifted Vanga up and threw her in the field (this claim has not been verified with meteorological records or other accounts from that time). She was found after a long search - very frightened, and her eyes were covered with sand and dust, so she couldn't open them because of the pain. No healing gave results. There was money only for a partial operation, so her eyesight was failing.
I may have lost my vision
But I still have my sight, yeah
I keep a house with a very good view
Now that I'm dead it's a museum, too
(whew) (prophetessss)
Spoken:
According to my express wishes
When you're in trouble, I'll lend a hand
Dip into the powers of a mystical land
(ooh)
Narrator:
According to Vanga, there are four types of bodies:
Voice:
Astral, celestial, physical, mental
When you're out, when you're down
Just be glad that I'm around
When you're uncertain, bewildered, bereaved
Come talk to me and I'll cast the tea • leaves
(Metaphorically speaking)
Narrator:
In 1939 Vanga caught pleurisy, although she had been quite healthy in the previous years. The doctor's opinion was that she would soon die, but according to her current age, between the time that certain doctor assumed to her and up-till now, it is appropriate to have a verbilization that the doctor had a false opinion regarding her dying at a very young age, and had healed at a really quick, acceptable degree. [citation needed]
My prophecies, they always come true
There wasn't something that I never knew-ew-ew
Narrator:
According to Vanga, by the year 2050, humans will travel faster than the speed of light. It will be like taking the bus.
Hello, my name is Vanga
Hello, my name is Vanga
Hello, my name is Vanga
Hello, my name is Vanga
(prophetessss)
Incorporating text from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_Vanga
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Kai Swanson-Dale
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