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Carrie and Pierre
04:46
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Fifteen years since then
I still don’t understand how you
Replaced the memories of
Everyone I knew
Circumstances don’t
Remain the same
Although that’s no excuse
Contemplation might be slowly
Killing you
> Do you know where you are today?
> Of course you do…
> Go and ask Carrie ‘n Pierre
> Never thought that they would fade away
> Please say I’m wrong
> Reaching for a change that isn’t there
Everybody used to
Recognize the potential in your eyes
Looking backwards who’s to say it wasn’t true
And you know by now
Most of them would plainly criticize
Protesting that you had much more to do
> Do you know what you left behind?
> Of course you do…
> Go and ask Carrie ‘n Pierre
> Never meant to be unkind
> Promises they made
> Reaching for a change that isn’t there
Spending years ignorant of bliss
Happy home, three children, and a dog
All you wanted was this
Don’t they see how fighting
Entropy
Just wears you down so much?
Acclimating to the one who loves you most
Perhaps I helped you there, but
Anyway, it’s better not to judge
Nothing good can come of wrestling with your ghost
> Do you know why you’re here today?
> Of course you do…
> Go and ask Carrie ‘n Pierre
> Never thought that they could fade away
> Promises they made
> Reaching for a change that isn’t there
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Apple Orchard
04:37
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The Shortstop Song
03:45
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Since the sperm met the ova
I’ve been playing from behind
You’d think I would be grateful just to be among the nine
But I find that when you’re losing
Winning’s not a state of mind
And the coach shouts from the side
“Straighten up, boy, have some pride”
Forgot the meaning of the words
I’ll just pretend I haven’t heard…
I met a woman
Said she’d help to bear my load
When I told her who I was playing for
She said to hit the road
Fate is capricious
And too hard to resist
With high hopes for my prospects I was drafted off a list
I’m a shortstop!
I’m Royal
Always playing in the hole
I’m a shortstop!
I’m loyal
And life is just a bowl of…
Buddy Biancalana
Help me please
I’m on my knees
And I don’t know how
To rise up
You’d think that I would wise up
Quit and earn some honest pay
But where else can you make millions
Just for losing every day
My body’s off the road trip
But my mind is still away
If in April you believed
You can’t help but feel deceived
Last night I drove in seven runs
But we were trailing ten to one
It's no fun…
We lost 101!
Willie Mays...
Willie Mays Aikens!
101!
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Haven
04:18
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