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House Falls Down
05:24
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We never thought our stocks would fail
Never considered… might run out of ale
These are… the good ol’ days
We danced in the streets in a hundred ways
To market to market then home through the streets
The west wind carries our hearts and our feet
When the sun shines it’s too bright to see
When the sun shines it’s just you and me
When the sun shines it’s too bright to see
When the sun shines it’s just you and me
House… falls… down
House… falls… down
House… falls… down
Now London Bridge is falling down
And the streets are empty all over town
The stocks are bare, the soups are all stone
And a naked old man babbles on the throne
House… falls… down
House… falls… down
House… falls… down
Nothing comes of nothing the old king said
All of the wise ones are dead, all dead
The nursery rhymes are all coming true
Baba Yaga, she’s coming for me and you
House… falls… down
House… falls… down
House… falls… down
House… falls… down
House… falls… down
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Seagull
05:42
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We’ll see you… when the darkness falls… when the seagull calls… down the shore
We’ll see you… when the darkness falls… when the engine of this world stalls
I never… thought of you… not being here… not being near… not being clear
Now I’m looking through the night sky… I’m not asking how or why…
I’m just here to hear your voice
Now I’m looking to the earth… asking what it’s worth…
Thinking about your choice
We’ll know your mind… when we land on Mars…when the prison bars... fall from the sky
We’ll search we’ll find… when we land on Mars… when we reach, we reach for the stars
I never… thought of you… not being here… not being near… not being clear
Now I’m looking through the night sky… I’m not asking how or why…
I’m just here to hear your voice
Now I’m looking to the earth… asking what it’s worth…
Thinking about your choice
Thinking about your voice
About your choice
Your voice
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You say I said that but I never said that
Maybe you’re high or maybe you're lyin’
You took the car, went on to the next bar
We could’ve walked it out but you weren’t even tryin’
Every time I came around you said, “You never come around.”
Maybe I’m high but none of it made any sense
I grabbed a guitar, but you wouldn’t get out of the car
We could have harmonized but you went for dissonance
Let’s sing old songs at the bar
Let’s sing “Whiskey in a Jar”
Let’s sing “Baby you can Drive my Car”
Or “Down Drinking at the Bar”
Cause we’ve got… nothing… left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
You say I said that but I never said that
Yeah, I’m pretty high but my memory’s fine
You’re the one at the bar, four shots unfilling a jar,
Yelling about yours, mine, yours, mine, yours, mine
Let’s sing old songs at the bar
Let’s sing “Whiskey in the Jar”
Let’s sing “Baby you can Drive my Car”
Or “Down, Down, Drinking at the Bar”
We could leave but let’s just stay
Filling up the ashtray
Tomorrow morning we’ll pay, but there’s
Nothing… nothing… nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
It was all whiskey, whiskey under the bridge
We empty our hearts of song, we emptied the fridge
You knew the words, the words to every fuckin' song
I tried, but I failed to sing along
You say I said that but that’s not what I recall
Yeah, I’m pretty fucked up but my memory’s just fine…
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Adam Wilcox Rochester, New York
Adam Wilcox is a poet and musician in Rochester, NY.
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