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Fake British Accent
02:58
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I wish I lived across the pond
I bet you'd hear it in my songs
But all I've got is this Americana melody
hoping it's fooling you like you're fooling me
It could be just the two of us
hand in hand in Picadilly circus
We'd walk by the palace green
and scream, "God Save the Queen!"
And I know that it must seem
like a bloody stupid fucking dream
but please shut your eyes tight
and overlook the oversights i make
like having a British accent that's fake
We could go out to the pubs
have a pint or two
catch midnight jazz at a club
if you wanted to
or stay home and leave the tele on
and you could fall asleep on my arm
now the summer is making me wonder why
seconds pass slowly while a year can fly by
and i guess it's all my fault for not really trying
to catch you when i had the time yeah
and i know that it must seem
like a bloody stupid fucking dream
but please shut your eyes tight
and overlook the oversights i make
like having a british accent that's fake
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2. |
Shades of Warhol
02:33
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I wish I was strange
with all my colors rearranged
somehow it's simple
to understand it all
when my world's in shades of Warhol
and I haven't given up the hope
that one day you and I will kaleidoscope
Cause I bet you'd like
the way it feels
to watch the sky spin
like a rainbow pinwheel
and I swear it's simple to understand it all
when your world's in shades of Warhol
and I haven't given up the hope
that one day you and I will kaleidoscope
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3. |
Mr. B-Side
02:40
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I think that it'd be really cool
to be underrated
rather than lie on center stage
all over-stated
sequence really ain't my thing
i'd really just rather sing
a little tune alone in my room
I'd rather walk down the street
and be unrecognized by the people I meet
than have my face on MTV
with millions of fans that I'd never see
or be chased by the lies
of a black tinted window disguise
I guess I just like it outside the spotlight
Just call me Mr. B-Side
I'm hanging out off stage right
safely outside the lime light
Don't get me wrong it'd be just fine
if one of my songs got stuck in your mind
And you can bet it would make me smile
if the radio thought I was worthwhile to play
on it's invisible floating airwaves
but you see I've got this citrus allergy
Just call me Mr. B-Side
I'm hanging out off stage right
safely outside the lime light
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4. |
Siberia, I'm Calling
03:12
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I got a gypsy inside of me
He's just begging to be set free
I got an anklet of bells on my foot
got to dance can't stay put
siberia, I'm calling ya
siberia, I'm calling ya
I'm just like primordial ooze
Got this slicked back green back blues
I got a secret magic bag of tricks
braid my hair with broken sticks
siberia, I'm calling ya
siberia, I'm calling ya
while you think it's
prehistoric
the things i want
will always haunt
my dreams at night
my heart's wrapped tight
to the thought of
siberia, I'm calling ya
siberia, I'm calling ya
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5. |
Gemini Woman
04:40
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She stopped me short
I was gasping for air
I could see it was trouble ahead
A little lady dressed in red
I walked up to the bar and asked “honey what’s your sign”
She said “I’m a Gemini Woman, don’t waste my time”
Whoa Gemini Woman with your black magic ways
And your stone-cold Medusa gaze
It’s your witchcraft that draws me in
But you’ve got the devil in your soul
kissing you is a sin.
Anything I’d get from you I’d have to earn it
I gave you my number on a napkin and right before my eyes
You took your little cigarette and you burned it.
Whoa Gemini Woman why you do these things to me?
Can’t you tell I’m intoxicated by your zodiac ecstasy?
No Aquarius can fill me up right
Just a nibble of Gemini can satisfy my appetite.
You bit your ruby lips, got outta your chair.
winked at me over your shoulder as you walked outta there
You left me awestruck dumb struck you turned me to stone
All I could do was watch your hips leave, keeping time like a metronome
Well they say you’re gone, never to return
But I can’t forget your face, into my mind it’s burned
And on certain nights when Neptune and Mars align
I swear I see a Gemini Woman dancing on the skyline.
And on certain nights when Neptune and Mars align
I swear I see a Gemini Woman dancing on the skyline.
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6. |
Eden
03:29
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I see you come floating by
under a liquid mirror sky
and i can't help but think you're astray
the continents will always drift
the world spins and deserts shift
and you've forgotten where you're from
you've stopped believing in Eden
you've stopped believing in Eden
The metaphors I can't find
won't you release me from my mind?
and slide away into amber
excavate your fossilized memory
to help you see
past a stage-light glare
and as your brain melts away
into a cracked hourglass blaze
i can see your ashamed of yourself
you've stopped believing in Eden
you've stopped believing in Eden
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Ben Crane New York, New York
Ben Crane is a singer/songwriter based in Brooklyn by way of Southern California. The Deli Magazine called him "a more light- hearted Lou Reed" and his latest album Spun Honey explores everything from anti-folk to country and Americana roots. A fervent performer, Crane can be seen in venues across NYC and beyond both solo and with his other band, funk/disco army Every Flavor Weather Machine. ... more
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