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I would bring you the moon on a stick,
If it wasnt twenty-one hundred and sixty miles wide,
Or if the average stick
Could actually support something that size.
I'll keep on trying but don't expect anything soon,
'Cause even if I messed with the DNA of a redwood,
It wouldn't be a big enough stick for the moon, stick for the moon,
You can roll it 'round and 'round your room.
I would bring you the moon on a stick,
If my head wasn't all over the place,
I would do all I can,
But how the hell am I to get into space?
I'll keep on trying but don't expect anything soon,
'Cause even if I messed with the DNA of a redwood,
It wouldn't be a big enough stick for the moon, stick for the moon,
You can roll it 'round and 'round your room.
(Instrumental)
I'll keep on trying and I'll bring you your satellite soon,
And yes, I should be bringing you Venus, Saturn or Neptune,
And everything that you deserve,
But theres no room on a stick only made for the moon.
If I can I'll knock 'em down so you can roll 'em 'round,
You can roll 'em 'round and 'round your room.
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2. |
Love Is
02:21
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Love is presents and flowers,
Talking for hours,
Laying in the sun.
But oh, son,
Gotta tell you that love is
Just headwrecking bullshit
When you are young.
I know love is a temple,
So transcendental,
When you meet 'the one'.
But oh, son,
Gotta tell you that love is
Spectacular bullshit
When you have none.
But when you get some...
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I'm cycling 'cross the U.S.,
With a backpack and my two friends,
Our fifty-day battle started in Seattle,
So answer me this, fellow lord of the saddle:
Lance Armstrong, won't you meet us in D.C.?
We've cycled 'cross the country to see thee,
Four thousand miles on a bike's never easy,
So Lance, wont you meet us in D.C.?
Did you ever know you're my hero,
Despite your penchant for EPO?
But if we don't meet I'll tell friends you're a cheat,
Which each of my fifteen followers will retweet.
(Chorus)
(Piano solo)
Lance Armstrong, won't you meet us in D.C.?
We've cycled 'cross the country to see thee,
Four thousand miles on a bike's never easy,
Wrote you ten letters, won't you R.S.V.P. me?
Oh Lance, oh Lance, oh Lance, oh Lance,
Let's go out for dinner, then after to dance,
I'm sure we'll hit it off if you meet me,
Lance Armstrong, won't you say you'll marry me?
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4. |
Ill
03:51
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Well I wish I could rewind,
Every memory erase,
Hit reset on my whole mind,
Wish I could take it, take it back a page,
So I can forget
That we ever met.
But I never have and I never will,
I just never felt this way and I never felt so ill,
Won't you take me back
Before I go over the hill?
I'm a little sicker than before,
You can see it in my face,
Don't fit the clothes that I once wore,
My skin is rougher and lined with age.
But if I were a kid
I'd still do what I did.
And I never have and I never will,
And I never felt this way and I never felt so ill,
Won't you take me back
Before I go over the hill?
Won't you take me back?
Won't you take me back?
Won't you take me back?
Won't you take me back?
And if I see you on the street,
Walking many years from now,
And for a second our eyes meet;
Not sure I'd even recognise you now.
But for that second I'll look,
And I'll go right back to the first page of that book.
And I never have, you know I never will,
And I never felt this way and I never felt so ill,
Wont you take me back
Before I go over the hill?
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We broke up a year ago,
I've got the date on my phone,
When she sleeps, when she sleeps,
Well I hope she sleeps alone.
But I see that she moved on,
Got a new man and all,
Saw his face, saw his face,
It was posted on her wall.
There was nothing I could do,
There was nothing I could say,
I guess I always knew,
But I tried anyway.
When I tried to win her back,
I tried to win her back,
I tried to win her back,
Her new love got in the way.
Oh I had such big dreams,
I had such plans,
That I'd made, that I'd made,
To attempt to win her back.
Firstly, to see her,
Well I needed a ruse,
COA, COA,
Was the perfect excuse.
(Bridge)
(Chorus x2)
They don't know how hard it is,
When a big plan falls apart,
They know that I hit the ground,
Just they don't know how hard.
There was nothing I could've done,
There was nothing I could've said,
Like Huck, Im so lonesome
I most wished I was dead.
(Chorus)
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6. |
Bits
03:05
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Baby, back when you were around,
You inspired me to get physically fit,
Look at me now: I'm in bits.
I wrote that song, wrote it for ya,
When it came out in Japan it was a hit,
Now my career is in bits.
I wish that you'd stayed (oh-oh-oh),
I wish that you'd stayed (oh-oh-oh),
I wish you had stayed,
So I could love you 'til the end.
Put out my back, put out my back,
While raising my sunken heart,
Won't you come back, won't you come back,
Help me finish what I start?
Look at me shake, look at me shake,
It's heavy on my hips,
Darling, I'm in bits.
Just so I could kiss your big toe,
I'd crawl through half a mile of shit,
Baby, my knees are in bits.
I used to talk to everyone,
I would evertain 'em all with my dry wit,
But I've been twice shy since I got bit.
I wish that you'd stayed (oh-oh-oh),
I wish that you'd stayed (oh-oh-oh),
I wish you had stayed,
So I could love you 'til the end.
Put out my back, put out my back,
While raising my sunken heart,
Won't you come back, won't you come back,
Help me finish what I start?
Look at me shake, look at me shake,
It's heavy on my hips,
Darling, I'm in bits,
Darling, I'm in bits.
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Apostrophe
01:51
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They call me Mr. S,
I'm a little possessive,
Oh my dear I must confess,
I'm grammar obsessive.
Apostrophe, apostrophe,
I wanna see you in front of me,
Apostrophe, apostrophe,
I wanna see you right in front of me.
I'm a period, I'm a full stop,
I'm not being ironic,
You go down, I'll climb on top,
You and I can get semi-colonic.
Apostrophe, apostrophe,
I wanna see you down under me,
Apostrophe, apostrophe,
I wanna see you down under me.
Apostrophe, apostrophe,
I wanna see you in front of me,
Apostrophe, apostrophe,
I wanna see you right in front of me.
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If I kill myself, will you love me again? Hell no, hell no!
If I kill myself, will you love me again? Hell no, hell no!
When you left me I lost
My best friend, what a cost!
Darling I long to see ya,
To eat you up like a quesedilla.
If I kill myself, will you love me again? Hell no, hell no!
If I kill myself, will you love me again? Hell no, hell no!
At the very least could you pretend,
That if I killed myself you would promise to love me again?
Baby, don't look confused,
This is no morbid ruse,
My impending expiration,
Is just a love declaration.
If I kill myself, will you love me again? Hell no, hell no!
If I kill myself, will you love me again? Hell no, hell no!
Oh why cheat death?
Goodbye, sweetness.
(Mandolin solo)
Darling I know you'll cry
If I don't say goodbye,
So I'll jump from your apartment block,
I can wave to you as I drop.
If I kill myself, will you love me again? Hell no, hell no!
If I kill myself, will you love me again? Hell no, hell no!
At the very least could you pretend,
That if I killed myself you would promise to love me again?
Why cheat death?
Goodbye, sweetness.
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9. |
Silence, Please
00:08
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Shhhhhhhhh.
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10. |
Doin What You Do
04:06
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I follow instructions for how I'm meant to be,
Pensionable deductions? Now I know its not for me.
Oh, and your head is filled with such strange ideas,
Oh, we don't understand - do you not want to be us?
Oh, what's got into you?
Oh, I would take these things but now I have grown
So tired of being what
People say I should be but I'm not,
Though I've grown so mad I'm sorry too,
But I've grown so tired of doing what you do.
First there was confusion,
I was under duress,
Now I'm under no illusion,
I know for me what's best.
Oh, and your head is filled with such strange ideas,
Oh, we don't understand - do you not want to be us?
Oh, what's got into you?
Oh, I would take these things but now I have grown
So tired of being what
People say I should be but I'm not,
Though I've grown so mad I'm sorry too,
But I've grown so tired of doing what you do.
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Yossarian Lives Dublin, Ireland
Yossarian Lives began in 2007 as the pseudonym of Rob Shiels, a multi-instrumentalist and producer from Dublin. The name eventually expanded to engulf 3 others - Ger Lynch, James Lindsay and James Lovatt, musical veterans of Valetta, Brazen Lungs and The Crayon Set respectively. The foursome specialise in quirky, clever lyrics set to catchy melodic hooks and spiffy electro-folk-pop arrangements. ... more
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