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Rosalie
02:53
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Way out west of Saskatoon
On lonesome route 14
I ask the folks, with a picture now
To find if you've been seen.
A truck stop here, a diner there,
A few have seen your face
Those hazel eyes and slender thighs
But can't recall the place.
One more town I'll go
And then my searchin's through.
One more town,
Even though I know I'm better off without you
So drive on through the dead of night,
Beneath the pourin' rain
Every song on every channel now,
It seems to sound the same
And every verse and every chorus
Seems they're singin' out you name...
You left me in Vancouver, yea,
Three weeks to the day
Said you couldn't take no more
And went to find your way
The words you said that autumn night
Replayin' through my mind
My drinkin' and your dead end job
You couldn't find the time
One more town,
I've said that seven times tonight
If I have to now,
I'll chase you all the way to P.E.I.
So drive on through the dead of night,
Beneath the pourin' rain
Every song on every channel now,
It seems to sound the same
And every verse and every chorus
Seems they're singin' out you name...
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2. |
Friday Night
02:29
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Lets go, gonna get fucked up
Night Train Express, ya' gonna clean my clock
Seven Fifty millimeter bottle o' wine
Leave all my pains & troubles behind
Smokin' cigarettes will kill ya', I heard it all before
And everytime they say it, gonna smoke one more
Just got outta work, gonna get fucked up,
Cause its F R I D A Y, N I G H T
F R I D A Y, Friday, Friday Night
Kasey in the back seat smokin' a bowl,
But look around the corner now, the fuzz patrol
Didn't pull us over but he gave a good scare,
Thank God that turkeys gone an' outta our hair
But we get to the party and there's real bad news,
Cause some frat boy fuckers went an' stole all the booze
Guess you gotta take the good with the bad,
When its F R I D A Y, N I G H T
F R I D A Y, Friday, Friday Night
-One more time-
Now rollin' back in at a quarter to two
And everybody gone except me an' you
And I say anything just to get in your pants
Well you're lookin' so fine guess I'll take a chance
Finally got you in the sack and we're ready to fuck
But your face is turnin' green now its just my luck!
Holdin' back your hair as you barf in the bowl,
Cause its F R I D A Y, N I G H T
F R I D A Y, Friday, Friday Night
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3. |
Dig My Ride
02:17
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Do ya dig my Khrysler New Yorker?
Do ya dig my Khrysler New Yorker?
Engine rappin' outta time
Do ya dig my Khrysler New Yorker?
Do ya dig my Khrysler New Yorker?
Front end needs a re-align
Well all summer long, I'm chasin' gremlins
Idiot lights, won't pass inspection
Goin' over sixty, and she's startin to shake
But I drive that New Yorker, drive that new Yorker,
Drive that New Yorker like
She's goin' outta style
Do ya dig my Khrysler New Yorker?
Do ya dig my Khrysler New Yorker?
Scarlett letter on the side
Do ya dig my Khrysler New Yorker?
I hope ya dig my Khrysler New Yorker?
Belts are bad ya' hear em' whine
An O2 sensor calls a detection,
Engine analyzer correction
Bondo it up, that whole damn section
All summer long I'm chasin' gremlins
Can't put the seat back -someone broke the lever-
But I drive that New Yorker, drive that new Yorker,
Drive that New Yorker like
She's goin' outta style
An O2 sensor calls a detection,
Engine analyzer correction
Bondo it up, that whole damn section
All summer long I'm chasin' gremlins
Can't put the seat back -someone broke the lever-
But I drive that New Yorker, drive that new Yorker,
Drive that New Yorker like
She's goin' outta style
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4. |
(In The) 603
02:50
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Well I'm in love with the Granite State
From Dover to the top of Mt. Hayes
Its the 603, its the 603, its the 603, oh yea
No other place I'd prefer to be
From butts to booze its all tax free
In the 603, in the 603, in the 603, oh yea
Here's to the folks way up in Berlin
Up in Errol and Riverton,
In the 603, in the 603, in the 603, oh yea
And to the seacoast, Hampton an' Portsmouth
I can't think of town that it rhymes with,
In the 603, in the 603, in the 603, oh yea
Yea the motto's "Live Free or Die"
Quotin' Johnny Stark an' it ain't no lie,
In the 603, in the 603, in the 603, oh yea
We had America's first library
Keene's the place that they filmed "Jumanji",
In the 603, in the 603, in the 603, oh yea
Mt. Moriah, Patience, and Gunstock
Where Levi Hutchins invented alarm clocks,
In the 603, in the 603, in the 603, oh yea
Home of first potato in the USA
And first American to go into space,
Its the 603, its the 603, its the 603, oh yea
Blastin' thru Dublin on route 101
And onto 12 down to Winchendon,
In the 603, in the 603, in the 603, oh yea
Yea Acworth, Marlow and Stoddard
Pelham, Bow, Ossipee, Spofford,
In the 603, in the 603, in the 603, oh yea
I'd climb to the top of the Cambridge Black Mountain
To see the state that belongs to me
Its the 603, its the 603, its the 603, oh yea, yea!
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5. |
?
01:21
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What's the moment
Called when you realize
That all things that you once believed in
Aren't right and the world's not black and white?
I hope that it's not grey
But if that is the case
I figure, I'll just go with
What I don't know...
Should you, would you never
Won't you, don't you ever
Wonder, if you had the chance to travel backwards
Would the footprints smudge
When you tried putting yourself
A the scene of your last crime?
I don't know...
Did you really think that
You lived in a vacuum
Never interacting
With the world around you
Do clocks stop ticking when you're
Missing a single cog?
I don't know...
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6. |
Easy Living
02:04
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Washin' all the dishes an' vaccin' the floor
Screamin' little baby, can't take no more
An' then the husband comes home, an' he crash in the chair
Doesn't even know that she's been workin' in there...
She says boy you just don't know,
How good ya' have it everyday
She says boy you just don't know,
How good you have it everyway
Well it may seem bland,
But you're gonna find along the way
That you may move on,
But ya' gonna wish that you had stayed
Workin' in the office eight hours a day
Yea twenty-four months and the same old pay
An' then he gets on home, an' the gossip's the same
So just gimme my dinner an' turn on the game
He says girl you just don't know,
How good ya' have it everyday
He says girl you just don't know,
How good you have it everyway
Well it may seem bland,
But you're gonna find along the way
That you may move on,
But ya' gonna wish that you had stayed
I say boy they just don't know,
How good they have it everyday
I say boy they just don't know,
How good they have it everyway
Well it may seem bland,
But they're gonna find along the way
That they may move on,
But they're gonna wish that they had stayed
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7. |
North Shore Girls
03:14
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Anorexic thighs, and bloodshot eyes
Gotta miniskirt on when it's cold outside,
Downtown Woburn in the February snow
Long legs and pantyhose it ain't for show yea yea
Make you mine, gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine I say give me some time yea yea
Only messin' 'round with the North Shore Girls yea yea
Highlights in your hair, and black underwear
In the back of the bar yea she don't play fair,
Lip gloss sparkles in a candescent light
Take ya' home baby, we'll go all night yea yea
Make you mine, gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine I say give me some time yea yea
Only messin' 'round with the North Shore Girls yea yea
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On 6-2-5-5-2-0-0-5
St. Petersburg Rob did arrive
Just won the big one, 34
All decorated with awards
Vladimir saw his hand glinting
And asked if he could see the ring
An honor that he hadn't planned
Robert placed it in his hand...
Vladimir smiled and closed his fist
Said I could kill someone with this
Surrounded by the KGB
Rob had no choice but to up and leave
He said get the President on the horn,
or Jimmy Bond, or Jason Bourne
Cause when he asked to have it back
Vlad said in Russian "kiss my ass"
When Rob got through to the White House
They said you oughta' shut your mouth
Say that you gave it as a gift
Cause it's in the nation's best interest...
Robert frowned and clenched his fist
I deserve a tax write off for this
Surrounded by the CIA
Robert had nothing to say
And finally eight years now have past
And we hear the story of Robert Kraft
He'd like to have his rock returned
But Vlad says it's the first he's heard
He truly gave it as a gift
A weird old man with a mind adrift
In another attempt to smear my name
In this international ball game...
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9. |
Missin' a Screw
02:52
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Yea, just gonna be myself
Ain't gonna worry 'bout nobody else
Well I don't give a fuck what the people say
I don't give a shit, gonna do it my way
Gonna quit my job an' live it day to day
All my friends think I'm missin' a screw
They don't get my point of view
Yea, just gonna be myself
Ain't gonna worry 'bout nobody else
Well I don't give a fuck what the people say
I don't give a shit, gonna do it my way
Gonna quit my job an' live it day to day
Mom and Dad think I'm outta my tree
They don't get what I wanna be
My girlfriend thinks I'm a basket case
Because I never wanna go no place
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10. |
Loving Mother
02:44
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Loving mother climbs the stairs to a darkened little room
Where there's three sick children and an overcast of gloom
Drawin' back the curtain as they're dyin' from disease
Sunday mornin' TV gonna put your minds at ease
Give em' all some bread and a little bowl of broth
Try and lower the fever with a cold face clothe
She makes em' feel secure with every kiss upon the head
But demands with such a temper that they never leave the bed
The children only wish they could leave the little cell
But she'll take away the TV and she'll give em' lotta hell
A little bit of freedom just ain't worth all the strife
To lose out on that comfort zone of watchin' Nick at Nite
Yea she tucks em' all in and then she closes the door
And then she lights up a smoke, before she starts another chore
Back down in the kitchen add the Ricin to the soup
And then a little Clorox for good measure to the juice...
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The Corpos Stoughton, Massachusetts
The Corpos formed in Spring of 2012, as a lo-fi punk band named The Rip-Offs. An EP, "Mid-Atlantic Love Songs" was released under that name in Feb. 2013. In July of 2013 the band changed the name to The Corpos, a reference to Sinclair Lewis' "It Can't Happen Here". We released our first album under this new name in Oct. 2013. The band is currently working on it's 2014 Promo. ... more
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