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Snoopy's Halloween
01:12
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Counting cards, counting pennies, counting closing of doors,
Counting one tear too many. Don't you cry anymore.
(Who's fooling who?)
Now the magic is over, for the final encore,
All your chains will be broken. You won't cry anymore.
I'm breaking the spell you've been under,
I'm tearing the veil down in two,
I won't leave you hoping or wondering,
As I'm counting your eyes open, three two...
On by one clouds are clearing as you drift from my shore,
Far away, disappearing. You won't cry anymore.
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3. |
Falling Down
04:11
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Thinking back on summertime,
When we sang our summer song,
Was it all just a summer dream?
Were we dreaming all along?
What does it matter now?
What could it matter how?
Who you think I am...
I'm done pretending now,
No use explaining how
But I'll be gone this time when you fall
And now I've heard your song before,
One thousand times or maybe more,
And now you're pounding on the door,
And the building's falling down,
I'm tired of building Eleanore,
No driving nails for me no more,
No need for pounding on the door
Of a building falling down
Been so tired of smiling,
Smiling hurts my eyes,
Lonely in a crowd I am,
In my crowd disguise,
You've got your dreams to catch,
Hot love and a burning match,
Hear the piper's call,
It's never been just so hard,
Playing at staying in the yard,
But I'll be gone this time when you fall.
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4. |
Hitch-Hiking
05:06
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Hitchhiking out in the rain, I see no cause to complain,
My tears have dried, deep down inside
I’m seeing blue skies again
I lost my baby out here, I searched the town everywhere,
No goodbye card, Been raining hard, (but)
My clouds are starting to clear,
I hung my head everyday, I guess I lost the good way,
My spirit felt small, So tired of it all, I prayed
God would send blue skies my way,
She's found a new love I'm told, while I had no one I could hold,
And I heard tell, she was doing well,
While I was left out in the cold,
My poor tired eyes have gone red, from all of the booze in my head,
I ain’t got a dime and I’m drunk all the time,
And I’m seeing blue skies ahead,
My footsteps fell hard on the floor, and I swore not to smile anymore,
I lose my mind when the world is unkind,
And my world's been unkind before,
Like the oak trees I tried standing tall, when leaves spiral down in the fall,
But I couldn't see just how lonely I'd be
And so I thought of ending it all,
Like a raging wolf kept in a zoo, I was trapped in a cage with no view,
But I kicked on the wall and I heard one brick falling,
And I saw the sun shining through,
A dream and a pad and a pen, I planned out my whole life again,
One thousand bad days they're just all one big haze,
And I won't be remembering then,
My heart is now starting to mend, I've got all of my time left to spend,
With the poor of the land where I'm happier and
It won't hurt anymore in the end,
One more warm beer then I’ll go, and where I’m gone no one will no,
Love cost me tears, and I lost the years,
Waitin’ for blue skies to show,
Hitching out here all alone, the rain falling hard on the stones,
This kind of rain it don’t cause any pain,
I’ve had some rain of my own,
Hitching out here in the rain, no use in pounding my brain,
Note on my door, I’m not trying anymore,
I’m seeing blue skies again,
My tears are dried, and deep down inside,
I’m seeing blue skies again.
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The Sky Tower rises like a giant clock in the sky,
The sun pours down and the flowers in the concrete cry,
The alleyways are empty and I like it that way,
I walk around alone and no one knows where I stay,
lonely hearts of Lockdown, rockin' the night away,
I hung my jacket on my girlfriend under my tree,
Cathie doesn't mind, coz I'm keeping Cathie company,
She's always been a ham for underground cabaret,
I reach into my pocket for my Hohner and play,
Lonely hearts in lockdown, rockin' the night away
She's frozen still, I'm chilly, and the air is crisp,
Leaning on a willow, light a spliff from a will o' the wisp,
They shut down the city and they shut our cafe,
So I pop a top of Sol from my Corona cache,
Lonely hearts in lockdown, rockin' the night away,
The sun comes up like Thumbelina's taking the stage,
Serving purple apple crumble, coz I haven't ate right for an age,
She's soaking up the Heineken down, prone in the clay,
She don't like the sunlight any more than ballet,
Lonely hearts in lockdown, rockin' the night away,
Holes in my socks and a whole in my bottle of gin,
It's rock-a-bye baby and tonight we'll do it again,
In 1897 she was born in Calais,
I tell her au revoir coz she don't speak the Anglais,
Lonely hearts in lockdown, rockin' the night away.
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6. |
Someone Like Me
03:41
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7. |
Girl I.Q.
05:10
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The lyrics are subtitled on the Youtube video.
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8. |
One More Time Around
04:28
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9. |
Goggins Alarm Clock
03:30
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Elliot Brown Northland, New Zealand
Born and raised in New Zealand Elliot has spent his life writing and performing original music throughout the North Island with a one-year stint in Tennessee. Elliot was taught by his father and raised on Traditional ballads, Country, and 50's and 60's pop. Elliot plays most of the instruments in his recordings these days and records in his bedroom studio with whatever gear is there at the time. ... more
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