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Here's to your best laid plans, to your careless demands
You just don't want to hear it, now your heads in the sand
You can try your best, put your thoughts to the test
Keep your mind on overtime, keep it close to the vest
There's no rational plan, there's no national health
Only big-mouthed big shots, with irrational wealth
You can pull your hair out, you can grit your teeth
You can pull the rug from under, as your lying underneath
I'm waiting, in back of the line
Don't worry take your time
That's a good boy, will you ever learn
Don't you think by now, you've had enough of being burned
So you smile as you kill, with sarcasm and a song
But you know deep down inside, you don't want to belong
Still waiting, in back of the line
Don't worry take your time
You can tell us there is no money, you can build it so they come
But I won't play your garden party, just for fun
Keep up your appearance, pretending you are so smart
But it's a phony, fake-faced show, please don't tell me that it's art
Oh and one more thing, I think you should know
I am so tired of waiting, for my wrecked release show
La, la, la, la
La, la la, la
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Nice to Move Around
02:54
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So nice to move around, though it's just a make-believe town
So good to get around, walking through a pretend playground
So nice to get around, don't let me down
There's an invitation now, you just have to roll up, stroll up
And a conversation how, we have all been holed up
But hold up your chin
It'd be nice see you there, in a field of daisies
We could be sitting there, away from all the crazies
So good to be around, I'm so tired of being lazy
There's an invitation now, you just have to roll up, stroll up
And a conversation how, we have all been holed up
But hold up your chin
So nice to move around, though it's just a make-believe town
So good to get around, walking through a pretend playground
So nice to get around, don't let me down
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At Least I'm Awake
02:28
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I don't feel so useful today, some shadows and thoughts in my way
And I've run out of clever things to say
But at least, I'm awake
My heart feels as cold as a stone, surrounded yet I feel alone
Autumn rain has me soaked to the bone
But at least, I'm awake
I might have some strings to unwind, I leave a little bit of me behind
I hope there is a peace that I can find
At least, I'm awake
I can't shake the dust off my head, still shaken from some things I've read
These days I rather stay home in my bed
But at least, I'm awake
At least, I'm awake
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Mom, I want to go out and play, I can't stay in another day
I'm 9 but I'll soon be 10, must I wash my hands again?
And there's no school, and the masked men look cool
And they're everywhere
Mom, I'd like to see my friends, how come the bad news never ends
I'm scared but I'm not afraid, mom look, a big parade
Is it April Fools?, 'cause the masked men rule
They're everywhere
There's people in the park again today, though the sign says stay away
And every day's the same, it's like some boring game
There is still no school, the masked men look cool
Is it April Fool?, and all the mask people rule
And they're everywhere ... everywhere
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Shuttered
02:50
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Here comes another morning, where I don't heed the warning signs, but I'm safe and sound
I just wait until the evening, make my designs on leaving, until I can't be found
You can't mend a broken heart, if you have no place to start, and you're pulled apart
And there'll be no holiday, if you are alone and locked away, with no place to play, day after day
That's neither here nor there, we're cracked beyond repair, does anyone have a clue?
Another place we gathered, as if it never mattered, is gone and out the blue
You can't mend a broken heart, if you have no place to start, and you're pulled apart
And there'll be no holiday, if your alone and locked away, with nothing to do, come on baby blue
There's another empty sign, there's no-one left in line, they've all gone home again
Here comes another, nothing doing, selfish ruining, open tuning, helpless crooning, nothing-doing day
Here comes another morning, where I don't heed the warning sign, I'm safe and sound
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Still Life
03:24
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A violin and a candle stick, sun flowers in a vase
If I find a space, I'd paint your face
Still Life
Lilacs in a window, apples in a jar
Some marigolds, curtain folds
Still Life
A jug of wine, a ball of twine
It all fits in, the frame so thin
Bouquet of roses, a stain-glass ball
Basket of pears, old grey stairs
Still Life
A jug of wine, now i feel fine
It all fits in, the frame so thin
Cup on the table, a fish and a cat
A globe and hat, this and that
Still Life
A violin and a candle stick, sunflowers in a vase
From behind the wall, I paint them all
Still Life
This is not a pipe
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Goat Street Tango
02:42
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Instrumental
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Eddie's Gone
03:21
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I pulled up to the gate under the wire, looks like I lost air in my front tire
I had lots of sleep, still I was tired, but you know the show must go on.
And I can't find my strings, yeah I forget some things
But Eddie's gone
I can hear him now telling jokes and fables, laughing as he's wrapping up my cables
Looking down from the stage at the front tables, but i guess the show must still go on
And I could use a hand, someone's missing in my band
Since Eddie's gone
Always had his back-stage pass, always saved the best for last, the best for last
I had trouble singing my last song, it was one he loved to sing-a-long
Never thought he'd miss a show, I was wrong, and now I must go on
I still can't find my strings, he helped with everything
And now, Eddie's gone
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9729
03:33
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Woke up feelin', could use some healin', took a ride through my old neighborhood
Sippin' a soda, walking Koda, some of it looked the same, some not so good
Small town hero, just like De Niro
Johnny boy's coming home, Johnny boy's coming home to 9729
From Paulie's driveway, saw the Skyway, and every house on this street, I knew by heart
Kept on roamin', saw my old home and, it still sits behind in back of the yard
Small town singer, church bell ringer
Draggin' me back to St. George, draggin' me back to St. George, near 9729
Ghosts and memories, friends and enemies, though they are gone, they seem more alive than dead
Small town dreamer, rock n' roll screamer, this boy came a rollin' home, this boy came a rollin' home, to 9729
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Leave It
01:47
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You take it or you leave it, you doubt it or believe it
There is no rhyme or reason now
You lose it while you weep, so look before you leap
It is the time of the season now
And on your travels, the road unravels, and bends
Still you follow, today, tomorrow, it ends
So go get up and leave, there's nothing up my sleeve
It's nice to see yourself in the end
You take it or you leave it, you doubt it or believe it
There's nothing left of your soul to send
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The Weirdest Christmas
02:43
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I have a gift for you, but i won't see you
You're locked away at home, but I can't free you
And I've tried every Christmas beer, but they can't wipe away my fear
This is going to be the weirdest Christmas
They've canceled all the gigs, can't get together
I find this all more frightful than the weather
And I can't have a snowball fight, because there's not a soul in sight
This is going to be the weirdest Christmas
I had the time to write a Christmas Carol
Wiped my microphone, I hope it's sterile
And there won't be a crowd in Rome, 'cause everyone's at home alone
This is going to be the weirdest Christmas
Fa La La La La
La La La La La ...
credits
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Phil Angotti Chicago, Illinois
Phil Angotti is a multi-instrumentalist, singer,
and sensitive tough-guy songwriter from Chicago's southside.
He rocks your socks off with crazy guitar riffs, makes you cry expressing touching lyrics, and constantly surprises you with the depth of his musical knowledge!
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