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I Think She Likes Me
04:10
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I walked into a strange cafe
No one there's ever heard my name
I go to the bar, have a seat
Talk to that woman sitting next to me
She ask me in a voice so low
She ask me if I come in here alone
She ask me nicely, "Can I buy you a drink?"
You know I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
She listens to every word I say
I look at her, she don't look away
I tell her that I’m gonna treat her right
She asks me if I wanna play tonight
She cross her legs, do no harm
She lets her finger run on down my arm
I asked her nicely, "Can I buy you a drink?"
You know I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
Some guy comes over, what does he think?
Intruding on our private thing
Man here's looking quite upset
Wavin’ around with his gun like that
She told me things about her life
She never told me she was someone's wife
Man with the gun says, "why'd you buy her a drink?"
I said, "I think she likes me. That's what I think."
I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
I think she likes me that's what I think
I, I, I think she likes me
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2. |
House of Stone
02:47
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The Flying Dutchman and the King of Fu
Introduced themselves with a ”how do you do?”
Cause their mystic Buick was electric blue
But that was the least of their worries
There’s a house of stone
And a house of sticks
A house of straw
And a house of bricks
The stars in Orion’s belt shine
And honk if you remember PT-109
And the hills that we once did climb
Until the deluge was upon us
Maggie McGill done struck her tent
And Injun Joe left without paying rent
And nobody knows where Huck went
Especially Becky Thatcher
The Devil and Captain Kidd did promenade
Up and down the boardwalk with lemonade
And out on Coney Island asked for First Aid
Because no one knew the Heimlich
Now if I had never seen the pig on the pole
Or John Brown’s body out for a stroll
I would have never knelt on a grassy knoll
And reminded a nation of its suffering
Instead I would head for bed
And wake in the morning like the dead
For fear that you had already read
The daily byline declaring disaster
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3. |
I, Julius
03:47
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A darling of New York
I made millions
The Japanese loved me
And so did the Brazilians
By ten, I was a star
By twelve, who gave a damn
I spent my life as a nobody
That's who I am
Who am I?
What's my name?
Who am I
Without fortune and fame
Who am I? What’s my name?
Who am I?
Such a shame
The days of wine and roses
Were less than the sum
Dad drank every dollar
And Mum, she kept mum
Who am I?
What's my name?
Who am I
Without fortune and fame
Who am I? What’s my name?
Who am I?
Such a shame
Whatever happened to Baby Betty
She got fan mail from Ty Cobb
And John Paul Getty
Then she lost her milk teeth
Grew bosoms and oh oh
Proud as a peacock
And drunk as a lord
I live by the bottle
And die ignored
Who am I?
What's my name?
Who am I
Without fortune and fame
Who am I? What’s my name?
Who am I?
Such a shame
Whatever happened to Baby Betty
She got fan mail from Ty Cobb
And John Paul Getty
Then she lost her milk teeth
Grew bosoms and oh so sweaty
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5. |
Choke Chain
03:37
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You got the choke chain on me, baby
Walking me downtown
I used to be a bad dog
Now I barely don't get around
You can take me
Where you wanna take me
You can make me
What you wanna make me
C'mon, pull a little harder, baby
It's too tight, I can't breathe
When you call, you can call me what you wanna call me
Comin' 'round and you see me where you wanna see me
I tell you something that I don't wanna tell you, baby
Give me something that you don't wanna give me, maybe
whoa, whoa, whoa, oh ho ho
You got the choke chain on me, baby
I picked it out for myself
I used to think I was the top dog
But that must have been somebody else
You can hear me
when you wanna hear me
And I'll feel
what you tell me, baby
When you come across with the blue jeans on
It's too tight, I can't breathe
When you call, you can call me what you wanna call me
Comin' 'round and you see me where you wanna see me
I tell you something that I don't wanna tell you, baby
Give me something that you don't wanna give me, maybe
whoa, whoa, whoa, oh ho ho
I put the choke chain on you, baby
Now you'll see how it feels
Used to think you were a big dog
Ha, better get real
You gonna stay
Where I tell you to stay
You gonna come
When I tell you to come
Cause I pull a little harder, baby
So tight, how does it feel
When I call, I can call you what I wanna call you
Comin' 'round and I see you where I wanna see you
Tell me something that you don't wanna tell me, baby
Give you something that I don't wanna give you, maybe
Turning arround and I take you when I wanna take you
Do you see how it feels when I wanna make you
whoa, whoa, whoa, oh ho ho
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I'm not the kind
To come home
Smelling like a brewery
Or the sort to pawn all my jewelry
Tomato and rye
Here's mud in your eye
I'm drunk again
I'm not the type
To come home
Staggering like Texas
Or the sort to drink 'n' dial my exes
Wanna hear a joke
Gimme rum and Coke
I'm drunk again
I'm not the girl
Who comes home
Feeling sorta lonely
No, no, no, a virgin in name only
Gin and juice
I'm silly as a goose
And drunk again
I'm drunk again
That's me
I'm drunk again
Can't you see
I'm loaded
I'm twisted
I'm tight
I'll be up all night
Gonna drink a liver
Gonna drown a river
I'll sit on a stool
Or lay in the gutter
I'll act the fool
And drink til I stutter
I'm drunk again
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7. |
Love is a Vendetta
03:23
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You broke my heart
With the back of a hand
Friday night fights
Custer's Last Stand
I was a ship
In search of a wreck
You were a noose
In need of a neck
Some sing, some dance
We lack romance
Boy, you make
My heart beat in my pants
A is for apple
And B is for Beretta
Love is just another
Word for vendetta
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And my name is Barrymore
Candace from the country store
Like my mama and her mama before
Spent summers screwing
In the shadow of Mulatto Mountain
Sometimes a Bradshaw boy
Sometimes Terry Fountain
And I wish I'd never been born
Mama says mountain folk
Shouldn't mourn
Devil may care, but I don’t
Jesus wept and I certainly won’t
Mama used to sell a little ass
Now it's just Oxy and grass
I like me some of that black tar
And riding round high in Terry's car
Never knew my daddy, Billy Ray
Man ain’t worth a pinch of dry owl shit
Anyway
And the mountain's calling,
Though Mama's bawling
Through the night
I hear it calling, calling, calling, calling
All the same
And I wish I'd never been born
Mama says mountain folk
Shouldn't mourn
Devil may care, but I don’t
Jesus wept and I certainly won’t
Now there's rumors of tumors
But the doctor, he won't say
When I ask mama looks away
She says, get ready, Candace
It’s a school day
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9. |
Slim Harpo Sez
02:56
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God is dead
Yes, God is dead
Said God is dead
He retired to the coast
Junior's in charge
He fired the Holy Ghost
Clothes make the man
And crows fly south
David slew Goliath
And Moses had a big mouth
Curiosity killed the cat
But it had nine lives
Bluebeard married nine times
And killed all nine wives
Slim Harpo sez
There were all these people
Slim Harpo sez
Every single one
Rave on, Long John
Who were the asphalt angels
Phantoms with filthy faces
Who were the four Marx Brothers
In a Day at the Races
Who was Drummer Hoff
Why did he break ranks
Who was Clay Holliday
Why did he rob banks
Who was Leon Strange
Why did he give thanks
When Doctor Sax
Boiled hippos in their tanks
Slim Harpo sez
There were all these people
Slim Harpo sez
Every single one
Rave on, Long John
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Maybe I'm a number
Maybe I'm a chief
Maybe I'm a Cadillac
Maybe I smoke spleef
Maybe I'm a spot
On the dying sun
Right now I feel like Elvis, son
Right now I feel like Elvis, son
The knave you know,
Devil you don't
The stones you throw
Mother Mercy won't
Tie a knot
At the end of a rope
I feel like the Great White Hope
I feel like the Great White Hope
Maybe I’m a number
Maybe I’m a cheat
Maybe I'm a Coupe Deville
Maybe I smoke speed
Maybe I’m a spot
On a dying sun
Right now I feel like Elvis, son
Right now I feel like Elvis, son
The knave you know,
Devil you don't
The stones you throw
Mother Mercy won't
Tie a knot
At the end of a rope
I feel like the Great White Hope
I feel like the Great White Hope
Call me Calamity
At your door
A two bit gambler
Or three dollar whore
A muleskinner
A gandy dancer
A waterboy
A Bengal lancer
From Amazon
To autobahn
That was me
That was me
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Let us speak
Of the strong and weak
Of flight and appetite
And hawks that hunt
Let us speak
Of rabbits that shriek
And blossoms of blood
Flowering in the air
Open up the sky
We float
A congress of assassins
Ruled by passions
And the politics of hunger
Let us speak
Of talon and beak
Unfastening flesh
From mortal mooring
Open up the sky
We float
A congress of assassins
Ruled by passions
And the politics of hunger
Let us speak
Of the thrill and kill
Hush and flush
Of a covey of quail
Let us speak
Of the mighty and meek
The slash and flash
Of beating wing
A bird of prey won't sing
Let us speak
Of that which we seek
You fly or die
On thermals of fear
Open up the sky
We float
A congress of assassins
Ruled by passions
And the politics of hunger
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12. |
Stephen Crow Must Die
05:24
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Green grow the apples
Heavy hang the boughs
Twas whitsuntide past
When two swore vows
And one may wonder why
Stephen Crow must die
One may wonder why
Stephen Crow must die
A child was made
After a maid had lain
Neath a wedded man
And so was slain
In spring the lark does sing
And the rook takes wing
In love a throne is set
But a heart of stone
Knows no regret
Now I must tell you why
Stephen Crow must die
I must tell you why
Stephen Crow must die
Stephen Crow must die
Stephen Crow must die
For her unborn babe
She begged and pled
He scowled and sneered
As he cut off her head
In spring the lark does sing
And the rook takes wing
In love a throne is set
But a heart of stone
Knows no regret
Now you know why
Stephen Crow must die
And you know why
Stephen Crow must die
I have drained the dregs
Of this sour chalice
In hopes hemlock will
Drown this malice
In spring the lark does sing
And the rook takes wing
In love a throne is set
But a heart of stone
Knows no regret
Now you know why
Stephen Crow must die
And you know why
Stephen Crow must die
And so that is why I
Stephen Crow must die
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13. |
Rainy Boy
03:55
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Came home from the county fair
With wind at my heels
And rain in my hair
All the leaves a-falling
I said are you ready
Two weeks I've been willing
Tim bit the stitch of a lip
As I cocked my hip
Mister you took your time
October's here
No use a-waiting
If you're angling, I'm baiting
Rainy boy
Went a-fishing
Banners of birds
Overheaded home
Honking
Rainy boy
Took his pole
To the fishing hole
Landed an autumn trout
That's what this is about
Smoked some weed
And paid no heed
Kept to one another
No longer sister
No longer brother
The tomboy died that day
Died in the hay
Childish things are best left behind
Cause I don't really mind
What they say
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14. |
Why Should We Not
04:08
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15. |
Let Us Burn
02:35
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I am haunted by fire
And what it does
I like to set it
Why? Just because
Why? Just because
The way it dances
And flickers
The way it yearns
Like a child
A child squirms
If I gave it a voice, oh
The nightmare of my choice
Would it harangue
Or speak in slang
Like a drunken fart
Of a father
Or further
The needy clutches
Of a nicotine-stained mother
And her wet Jesus
To please us
Weeping in my ear
You’re my man
You’re my man
You’re my man
Flame will cleanse
The detritus and
Smoke billows like bronchitis
So I say
Let us burn
Let us burn
Let us burn
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16. |
Wife of Bath
04:08
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A sweetheart of the rodeo
The daughter of a clown
I'm the wife of Bath
If you hang me I drown
Looking for Lewis & Clark
I found Bonnie & Clyde
Out for a lark in the park
I saw Jekyll & Hyde
Eenie, meanie, miney, moe
What you reap is what you sow
Boy, when you have a hammer
It all looks like a nail
When you marry a brown eyed woman
You got a tiger by the tail
Bet a buckle on a bobtail nag
I just knew I would win it
He came in dead last
There's a sucker born every minute
I carved a tombstone of my own
With a giant icicle
I took off for parts unknown
On a big wheel bicycle
Stranded in Reno
Woke up in a jail
Blood on both my hands
I couldn’t go my bail
Held a grudge against the judge
Who called me a no good liar
I wouldn’t piss on him
If his piles were on fire
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Them Bird Things Helsinki, Finland
Formed in 2007, Them Bird Things celebrate their 10th anniversary by releasing their fifth album, "Stephen Crow Must Die"!
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