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Half Drunk Heartache
01:39
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Half drunk heartache, attempting to drown all my mistakes. Helpless head case, beat up and bruised in a neck brace.
Pass me another beer. I've been sitting here for four long years, waiting for things to become clear.
Half drunk heartache, drink whiskey until I've got the shakes. Hopeless, half-baked, my body shivers like an earthquake.
A shot glass full of tears, confirming all my darkest fears. I hold it in my hand and say CHEERS!
Half drunk heartache, slowly killing myself for her sake. Head rush, high stakes, as I rapidly increase my intake.
Please take me drunk, I'm home. My swollen head is full of foam. And her memory won't leave me alone.
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Zany Brainy Girl
02:27
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I've got work today at 4pm at the toy store.
"Selling children crap that they don't need."
It's gonna be a zoo today - we've got a sale for the holidays.
"You should call in sick to hang out and smoke weed"
But that girl works today, so today I'm gonna go. Because when I see her face, my face starts to glow. How can I concentrate on Brio trains and Lego, when all I want to know is:
Am I zany enough for you? Am I brainy enough for you? They don't pay me enough to do everything I wanna do with you. But maybe when we get out of here, you'll let me buy you a beer and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Will you?
You look so pretty stocking the Hello Kitty.
"Hey Chadd, you know she could be your girl"
Now we're both out on the floor, walking around the store
"Right now it might as well be the whole world"
We've got to close tonight, and this place is such a mess. We'll be stuck here until midnight, because the weary get no rest. What we'll do after that is anybody's guess. I've got a few things to suggest.
Am I zany enough for you? Am I brainy enough for you? I'm just crazy enough to do anything in the world for you. So let me know what you want done, or if you want me to skip lunch, or how high you want me to jump for you.
My manager told me that I'm a great salesman, so why can't I sell my heart to you? The value is just wonderful, but it's so non-refundable, and it'll probably just break in a day or two.
Am I zany enough for you? Am I brainy enough for you? Oh Amy, I wanna do everything in the world with you. So hang out with me for a while in the Beanie Baby aisle, because I love to look at your smile. I do.
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In Lieu of Flowers
01:55
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I wasted my whole paycheck on those roses that I sent you. I thought they'd break you down, but I could barely even dent you. I remember a time when we would sit and talk for hours, but you gave me the slip in lieu of flowers.
Remember how we used to gross out everyone who knew us, with pet names, googly eyes, and stolen kisses on the school bus? But now you just laugh at my heart as it grows stale and sours. You gave me the boot in lieu of flowers.
Sometimes I actually go crazy: they find me blowing kisses at the daisies. Sometimes I just want to spray you, uproot you, pot you, and display you.
I loved you because you made my dreams seem so alive and wild. I guess a shrink would say that you brought out my inner child. But now my inner child just stays in his room and cowers. You gave me a start in lieu of flowers. You tore me apart in lieu of flowers. You broke my heart in lieu of flowers.
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On nights like this I like to think about all the nights that I spent waiting by the phone, anticipating what I'd say when she finally called - so I could win her heart. And not knowing where to start.
But now I've seen the beginning, and I've been to the end. I've been to the places where no boy has been. People tell me to watch out for her claws. I'm not worrying, because...
She's got a new boyfriend. This isn't the first time she's had a new boyfriend, but this time I don't mind. She's got a new boyfriend, but this time, you see, her new boyfriend is me!
And now it seems like such a waste of time, all the nights that I spent crying while my friends played tiny violins and told me that I should move on. Now I can't believe I ever thought of living life without her.
Now she's there for my mornings and there for my nights. She sees all the things that I keep out of sight. She don't care about all my thousands of flaws. They're hers now as well, because...
She's got a new boyfriend, and this one is the best because her new boyfriend loves her more than all the rest. She's got a new boyfriend, and I am so happy because her new boyfriend is me!
Now I can take all the photographs of all the guys she's loved before down off of my dartboard, and send those guys all pictures of myself that they can throw darts at and curse their own broken hearts at.
Now she's here with me and we're doing all right, so all of those flakes can just go fly a kite! I've been through 1.5 million last straws, but it was all worth it, because...
She's got a new boyfriend. There's no ifs, ands or buts: She's got a new boyfriend, but I don't hate his guts. She's got a new boyfriend and isn't it funny that her new boyfriend is me? It's me!
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Gunslinger
03:18
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The sun hits my brow, but I can't stop to rest. I'm out of excuses all out of breath. For so many years, I've suffered on my own. Now that we're one from many, my fears have only grown. I can't be trusted. I can't be loved. Don't think you'll be spared from horror by forces from above. Is this not friendship? This is Ka-Tet. To think of me as "friend" is an act you might regret.
I am Roland. I am Gunslinger. I am moving with the Beam towards the Dark Tower. I am Roland. I am the last. I am the ever-dimming image of a long-forgotten past.
I wish I could tell you that I won't let you die, but considering my past, I know that it's a lie. On that night of Reaping when they took her away, I wished it was me. It couldn't be that way. There was no pardon, 'twas no goodbye. We rode into the sunset and I left my love to die. I don't regret it. I never could. Sometimes this quest for goodness leaves no room to be good.
O friends, why can't you see that Ka is guiding me? These choices: not my own. Every footprint in the desert brings us closer to the bone. I must cry your pardon, o victims of martyrdom. I beg thee: save thy breath, for Mono is but Charlie, and Char means only death...
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The Shy Guys Queens, New York
The Shy Guys were:
Charles Camacho
Chadd Derkins
Chris Grivet
Jonnie Whoa Oh
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