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The Farming Song
03:36
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Happy birthday to me, I'm 70 years old today.
And in the last five years, I couldn't say my life has changed.
My teeth are all gone, and so is my woman.
And I could not tell you which one left me first.
Well I've been retired for a couple years
And I've learned that life is more that sluggin' beers
While sitting on the front porch and watching all the cars go by.
Something just tells me there's more to this living than just life.
My grandaddy says that the afterlife
Is not when you're dead but when you're sixty-five.
And if you're not working than you might as well die.
You're only really living till the day you retire.
So I got me some cows and a field of hay,
And I started working that old school way.
Working the land with my hands. Whats a man without his land?.
I don't have to hurry, I just take my time.
And I'm richer than a king though I don't make a dime.
Cause living on the farm is the only good life for me.
The harder you sweat the better of a man you'll be.
My grandaddy says that the afterlife
Is not when you're dead but when you're sixty-five.
And if you're not working than you might as well die.
You're only really living till the day you retire.
You can sit there on the sofa in your air-conditioned office
With a dozen secretaries and a hundred cups of coffee.
But I'm telling you, you'll never have a life like me.
It's not really working when it comes so naturally.
My grandaddy says that the afterlife
Is not when you're dead but when you're sixty-five.
And if you're not working than you might as well die.
You're only really living till the day you retire.
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2. |
The Ballad of Jimjemal
04:40
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Gather round my blasny boys a pirate’s tale I tell
About a man named Jimjemal who didn’t fare so well.
Now the war between France and England had just begun to subside.
He’d gone down with a ship or two but he managed to survive.
Till he raised a gang of outlaws, a mighty fearsome band,
To plunder and to pillage every village in the land.
They raised the Jolly Roger, and made their solemn pledge
To sail towards that horizon 'til they’d fallen off the edge.
Battle’s in your mind. You lose that, you lose everything there is.
Battle’s in your head. You lose that, and there’s nothing left. Oh no.
They raided every village from Cape Town to Paris,
And nobody could capture them- they sailed at such a speed.
One day they spied a clipper ship sailing just nearby.
Twas captained by Katrina, and beauty was her guise.
She made her crew surrender, and to their graves they sank.
But she was so good looking that she did not walk the plank.
She stayed on board as hostage, and didn’t make a stir
Until she knew that Jimjemal was deep in love with her.
Twas then she called the captain, “Please take your final breath.
This ship ain't big enough for two. We’re fighting to the death.”
Battle’s in your mind. You lose that, you lose everything there is.
Battle’s in your head. You lose that, and there’s nothing left. Oh no.
Before he drew his iron, he knew that he’d been beat.
How could the girl he grown to love turn out to be a cheat?
She laughed at his confusion, and said, “You should have known,
That beauty’s an illusion when your wicked to the bone.”
She brought him to the corner. He never drew his sword.
She pierced him through the heart before she threw him overboard.
So sailors lend an ear now. Hear the words I say.
Love will dull your senses and all your treasures take.
So when you look for love child think off the ocean deep.
There’s beauty on the surface but there’s trouble underneath.
Battle’s in your mind. You lose that, you lose everything there is.
Battle’s in your head. You lose that, and there’s nothing left. Oh no.
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3. |
Back to You
03:05
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I'm at the edge of the world once again.
The thought to turn back comes as my boat’s tipping.
Abandon ship, and slip into the ocean's beauty.
And as I start to sink my mind slowly carries me
back to you.
And though I walk these tracks with my home on my back,
And the rain still leaks through my roof of stars,
I begin to look toward heaven.
And it somehow reminds me of what I had when
I had you.
The age-old tale's been told, whispered many times before.
Now it bleeds for justice in my soul.
And though it takes me a life-time to get to you,
I'd feel complete just lying six feet deep with you,
And so I'll keep on walking 'til my journey's through,
Back to you.
And so I'll keep on walking 'til my journey's through
Back to you.
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4. |
Factory
03:40
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She rolls out of bed. He covers his eyes.
It’s a mad dash to the bathroom to throw on her disguise.
She thinks he finds it beautiful.
She slaps on her feet, high heels make her feel complete,
And that disguise helps her rise above you when you pass her by.
She’s so high on herself, but she calls it casual.
It’s just a fast paced race to the top of the world.
With all those synthetic cosmetics they sell to those desperate girls.
Oh please, you came straight from a factory.
And she borrows clothes so she won’t feel like common folk.
She’s got to show, she’s versatile, but that’s just a joke.
She thinks she’s so natural.
You trust her with all your soul, you sit her down all alone.
She shares the time with you and the line to her telephone,
But she’s not unusual.
And she won’t be content till she’s got every gadget that they invent.
Oh please, you came straight from a factory.
The big boss devises his plan.
He makes the supply cause he sees the demand,
From these superficial factories.
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5. |
Blame it on the Wind
03:28
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People don’t you look at me that way.
The situation here’s no fault of mine.
You’re looking for the easiest way out.
You say it’s not your fault to ease your troubled mind.
Perhaps you lack responsibility,
Or you’re desperate for a reputable name.
Perhaps you’re just too proud to offer an apology,
But what you do is what you do it’s all the same.
So blame it on the doctor if you ever fall ill,
Or blame it on the heavens if you’re going someplace else.
Blame it on your enemies. Blame it on your friends.
Blame it on the wind.
Woman told me long, long time ago,
That he who throws the dirt will lose his ground.
So while you brush the scum off the bottom of your shoes,
man don’t you know you’re just digging yourself down.
So blame it on the restaurant, if you find you’re overweight,
Or blame that old alarm clock if you ever wake up late.
Blame it on me. Blame it on them. Blame it on the wind.
So blame it on your lover if you forget your goodbye kiss,
Or blame it on the pitcher if you ever swing and miss.
Blame it on humanity, the women and the men.
Blame it on the, blame it on the, blame it on the wind.
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6. |
The Fishing Song
03:41
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7. |
Beauty Is
04:00
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8. |
Olivia
03:42
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9. |
Not Half Bad
03:22
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10. |
Love
03:52
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11. |
Surrounds Me
04:20
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12. |
Pear
05:01
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