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Ghetto Blaster
03:02
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Ghetto Blaster
music and lyric by Robert Russel
I make up, I wake up, I take up and then I'm ready to get out.
Don't need no information, I just need to get down the hall.
I'm running down the stairs, jumping over the man who never cares.
I gotta make it loud, make it proud, got my neighborhood to take care.
"Please give me evenings and weekends."
Until I got nothing left to say.
I want to take you with me love,
I got my Ghetto Blaster with me today.
Ghetto Blaster gonna out last ya.
I'm running here, I'm running there, I'm running all the best that I got.
Don't want to turn around now, I'm gonna jump right over the rot.
Where'dya get your information son, where'd you make it so hot?
I'm gonna make it loud, make it proud, tell the neighborhood what I got.
"Please give me evenings and weekends."
Until I got nothing left to say.
I want you to take me with you love,
I got my Ghetto Blaster with me today.
Come on it's free, I just got enough to see.
Don't mind, don't need, let's wake up blissfuly.
Don't beg, don't pay, I'm only here all day.
I'm not that way, waiting here I'll stay, just like yesterday.
Ghetto Blaster gonna out last ya. Ghetto Blaster!
Ghetto Blaster gonna out class ya. Ghetto Blaster!
Ghetto Blaster gonna out last ya. Ghetto Blaster!
Copyright © 2013 Twisted Truths, Ltd
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Heaven Song
01:40
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Heaven Song
music and lyric by Robert Russel
Here in heaven,
We are stacked up in rows.
We hear what we want to here,
Why don't you just leave us alone?
We drive in Tonka trucks,
Knocking down the important people.
Who deserves it? You, wanna be!
Don't you know we're never, ever coming down?
And in heaven,
We are all at home,
With a numbing intertia over, and over and over, and over again.
Got no will, just a function for desire,
Like the fuel to the arson's fire
We drive in Tonka trucks,
Knocking down the important people.
Who deserves it? You, wanna be!
Don't you know we're gonna turn you inside out?
Is there something that you wanna be?
They won't know you when we set you free.
Don't you know we're never, ever coming down?
Don't you know we're never, ever coming down?
Don't you know we're never, ever coming down?
Don't you know we're never, ever coming down?
Copyright © 2013 Twisted Truths, Ltd
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Pigtails
05:38
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Pigtails
music and lyric by Robert Russel
You're older now, but you seem younger to me.
I'm not talking about your face or your body.
Here's to the great whereverafter.
We made this wreck, let's make the disaster.
You're colder now, and you seem different to me
I'm not talking about your face or your body.
Here's to the great whereverafter.
We made this wreck, let's make the disaster.
Just so everybody knows, I met you on a Sunday slow.
You're farther now, but you're still lovely to me.
It took more than miles to get you next to me.
Here's to the great whereverafter.
We made this wreck, let's make the disaster.
Just so everybody knows, I met you on a Sunday low.
Just in time, you've got your pigtails on
Epiphany time, you can take what you want,
you better get your story straight.
Just in time, you take your pigtails down.
Left you unkind, you can take what you want,
you better get your story straight.
Just so everybody knows, I never could let go.
I've got your pigatils
Don't stop, don't ever fail.
Don't make me take you,
I'll only break you.
I've got your pigatils
Don't stop, don't ever fail.
Don't make me take you,
I'll only break you.
Copyright © 2013 Twisted Truths, Ltd
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Mad Rounds Minneapolis, Minnesota
Mad Rounds write and perform the kind of music that greets listeners like a long lost friend out of the blue. This time though, this friend is going to pull you out of your gentle domicile and throw you into a decadent, hazy and long venerated lost weekend, leaving you to find your own way back, days later, dollar shy and 1,000 miles from home. ... more
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