1. |
Life On Mars
03:42
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It's a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
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2. |
Hearts and Bones
05:06
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One and one-half wandering Jews
Free to wander wherever they choose
Are traveling together
In the Sangre de Christo
The Blood of Christ Mountains of New Mexico
On the last leg of a journey
They started a long time ago
The arc of a love affair
Rainbows in the high desert air
Mountain passes
Slipping into stones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Thinking back to the season before
Looking back through the cracks in the door
Two people were married
The act was outrageous
The bride was contagious
She burned like a bride
These events may have had some effect
On the man with the girl by his side
The arc of a love affair
His hands rolling down her hair
Love like lightning shaking till it moans
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
And whoa whoa whoa
She said why?
Why don't we drive through the night
And we'll wake up down in Mexico
Oh I
I don't know nothin' about nothin'
About no Mexico
And tell me why
Why won't you love me
For who I am
Where I am
He said
'Cause that's not the way the world is baby
This is how I love you baby
This is how I love you baby
One and one-half wandering Jews
Returned to their natural coasts
To resume old acquaintances
Step out occasionally
And speculate who had been damaged the most
Easy time will determine if these consolations
Will be their reward
The arc of a love affair
Waiting to be restored
Take two bodies and twirl them into one
They're hearts and they're bones
And they won't come undone
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
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3. |
Hungry Heart
03:31
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Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back
Like a river that don't know where it's flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a h-h-hungry heart
I met her in a little Kingstown bar
We fell in love, I knew it had to end
We took what we had and we ripped it apart
Now here I am down in Kingstown again
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a h-h-hungry heart
Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Don't make no difference what nobody says
Ain't nobody wants to be alone
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a h-h-hungry heart
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4. |
Well You Needn't
04:19
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5. |
Getting Older
04:04
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I'm getting older, I think I'm aging well
I wish someone had told me I'd be doing this by myself
There's reasons that I'm thankful, there's a lot I'm grateful for
But it's different when a stranger's always waiting at your door
Which is ironic 'cause the strangers seem to want me more
Than anyone before (anyone before, doo doo doo...)
Too bad they're usually deranged
Last week, I realized I crave pity
When I retell a story, I make everything sound worse
Can't shake the feeling that I'm just bad at healing
And maybe that's the reason every sentence sounds rehearsed
Which is ironic because when I wasn't honest, I was still being ignored
(Lying for attention just to get neglection)
Now we're estranged
Things I once enjoyed (ooo)
Just keep me employed now
Things I'm longing for (ooo)
Someday, I'll be bored of
It's so weird
That we care so much until we don't
I'm getting older, I've got more on my shoulders
But I'm getting better at admitting when I'm wrong
I'm happier than ever, at least that's my endeavor
To keep myself together and prioritize my pleasure
'Cause to be honest, I just wish that what I promise
Would depend on what I'm given (not on his permission)
(Wasn't my decision) to be abused
Things I once enjoyed (ooo)
Just keep me employed now
Things I'm longing for, (ooo)
Someday, I'll be bored of
It's so weird
That we care so much until we don't
But next week, I hope I'm somewhere laughing
For anybody asking, I promise I'll be fine
I've had some trauma, did things I didn't wanna
Was too afraid to tell ya, but now, I think it's time
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6. |
Breakfast In America
03:05
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Take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one I got
Not much of a girlfriend, never seem to get a lot
Take a jumbo across the water, like to see America
See the girls in California, I'm hopin' it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do
Could we have kippers for breakfast, mummy dear, mummy dear
They got to have 'em in Texas, 'cause everyone's a millionaire
I'm a winner, I'm a sinner, do you want my autograph
I'm a loser, what a joker, I'm playing my jokes upon you
While there's nothin' better to do
na na na
na na na na na
Don't you look at my girlfriend (girlfriend), she's the only one I got
Not much of a girlf (g-g-girlfriend), never seem to get a lot
Take a jumbo cross the water, like to see America
See the girls in California, I'm hoping it's going to come true
But there's not a lot I can do
Hey
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7. |
I Get a Kick
02:36
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I get a kick and a quiver inside
When the warden walks by
Everytime she walks by
But love is a trick and a terrible lie
I wish I wasn't inside
I been too long inside
You would never know it 'cause I'm too afraid to show it
But I want you
We could be in love but I'm always wearing cuffs
When I'm around you
Your summer dress, it provides my inspiration
For ending my incarceration
I wanna meet with you outside
But I'm such a mess, I deviated from the norm
You give me reason to reform
And lose this uniform
You're not the kind of bird that'd ever wanna hang around in my tree
I don't got the gumption to be makin' the assumption
That you want me
I want you and me to take a stroll
But I just found out I'm never gonna make parole
But you could slip me the key
Sneak me in your pouch and set me free
It would not be wholesome, we could play like we're in Folsom
I could please ya
I'll be Charlie Parker and together we could play Night in Tunisia
'Cause I get a kick
I get a kick
I get a kick
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There's a story told of a very gentle boy
And the girl who wore his ring
Through the wintery snow
The world they knew was one
For their hearts were full of spring
As the days grew old
And the nights passed into time
And the weeks and years took wind
Gentle boy, tender girl
Their love remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring
Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
And they say violets
Grow there the whole year round
For their hearts were full of spring
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Wonderly is pan-idiomatic music for film, records, podcasts, and radio shows, by Jim Brunberg and Ben Landsverk.
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