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A Better Story
04:17
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All Too Real
02:18
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Advice I've been getting: give the whole thing up You'd better find better odds And play with a plot So I stare out the window day and night see the
dirty milk crates A broken traffic light It's all too real My heart pounds with the pressure the drums bang in my head then a knife cuts through the Look what happened to Rita Hayworth Look what happened to the Lincoln Brigade This was never meant to be Masterpiece Theatre I know this isn't really what you want it to be It's all too real Tonight we'll call a truce The war goes on but I wake up with you It's a waste of my time to wait for the end It's not a scene I've rehearsed but I bleed real blood Give us one long look It may be your last Because propaganda for youth is a thing of the past I'm sick It's getting late While you're sleeping it off we're unloading the stuff Go
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Exchange It For A Dream
03:06
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Swan Song On Broadway
04:30
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Sacrifice
05:04
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Shroud Of Turin
02:12
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Television Rules
02:47
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The other day when I got home
There were strangers in my room
They make me want what I don't want
They make me wish I had it all
Television rules
And look what they have
Feature stories of celebrity romance
Is that what I want
The fantasies that follow me everywhere I go
Is based on another artificial world
Another true-to-life show
Television rules
Feature stories of celebrity romance
Is that what I want
And when I start thinking that it's not so bad
You remind me
The promises I made in outer space
All parachuted down behind me
And look what they have
Feature stories of celebrity romance
Is that what I want
Don't make me live by your television rules
Now I don’t look at your picture
When ‘m talking on the phone
Now I don't really mean what I say
When I say I'd rather be alone
Television rules
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It's A Wonderful Life
03:11
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No Less
03:30
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NO LESS
Today I paid someone to tell my fortune I'd pay them by the hour to bribe a few more years of hope My timing was off I quess I watched you cross the street
You said I can't help you no more Let me make my mind up Don't slow me down You've forgotten how to laugh Don't go through this again Can't decide to pass i t by or try to go around I know it doesn't hurt you any less to know more Walking through Times Square ignoring ali my accosters Stuff this handbill in your pants and convince me they're imposters Minding my own business with my hands in my pockets Paper bullets don't scare me But what's this sad scene on the sidewalk Sorry lady You're too late We just sold your furniture It's not that important We just wanted to remind you state machinery's gearing up We're worried about the future's health I know it doesn't hurt you any less to know more Standing in line at the edge of a burea keep the guard dogs at a distance Police on every corer I'm still afraid of them I'm still afraid without them If that's the way you feel you're neversafe No need to worry What's all this fuss, it's just a validation I'm worried I'll confess to some unsolved crime Sorry mister You're too late Did you read the news today They caught the culprit living on the run-down West Side Last time I hurt myself This time I just can't win If compassion is a crime Persistence is a sin Pull yourself together Don't fight this war alone Somebody wake me up and I 'll know what side I'm on Landing on the beach Just a headline to ignore Paralysis has set in Systematic hate won't let up But where did I get off I don't know this neighborhood I know it doesn't hurt me any less to know more No less No more
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Your pieces of paper won't make them care You sing to a crowd who doesn't know how to hear My friends claim they're followed by electric eyes The ones we suspect are the ones we despise Convince me that it's not so bad Convince me that it doesn't mean a thing Convince me that all you ever need is twenty-four hour protection Saw a Bowery man lying on his side Pressed between the scandal sheets It's in your paper tonight Too many to deny There's ten-thousand men on the street So you close the bamboo curtain Spend another dollar on your self-destruction when you can't drink anymore you swim back to shore So what's all this talk about techno-precision What's all this talk about romanticism Models look good no matter what the fashion If the rich take an interest the rest can fake the passion Do you have a special pass I really have to ask Do vou wear vour credentials on a chain Are you on top of the trends or a security risk
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New Grub Street
03:19
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Robert Poss New York, New York
Composer and guitarist Robert Poss was a founding member of Band Of Susans, which Rolling Stone Magazine described as "adamantly arty, brainy, visceral and bracing." Tape Op Magazine described him as a “guitar genius, drone meister …the master of treated and manipulated guitars.” ... more
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