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Manwithhat_v4
Released 2011-08-21 20:41:59 +0200

A collection of new, ukulele-driven songs.

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2011-08-21 20:46:08 +0200
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I can not live with your ghost in this house,
So don't go dying on me!
Don't go skipping to the next world, my friend:
It won't come easily!
I can not live with your ghost in this town,
That empty place on our stage,
The harmony you used to sing in our song,
The paragraph you wrote on my page.
Don't go dying on me.
Don't go dying on me.

I can not live with your ghost in my kitchen,
Telling stories that I will never hear.
The goddess calling you has turned into my devil,
Sharpening her tongue into a spear.
She wears the costume of a lord and savior
But look what she holds in her teeth:
A dagger painted red just like a rose,
And what a heart she carries underneath!
Go ahead and look what's underneath.
Look what's underneath.


I can not live with your ghost in this house,
So don't go dying on me!
The next world won't unfold like a flower;
There will be years of misery.
You strike the match and you strike up a song,
Burning bridges that I build.
I can not live with your ghost in this house
'Cause it's me you have killed.
And I won't be the last one that you kill.


 

2011-08-21 20:47:44 +0200
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We've got no magic blueprint
But we've got our share of idle hands
With a bit of sweat,
We're gonna make some kind of monument that stands.
We'll have a better year.
The wind has blown the bricks away,
But they're not hard to find
We'll bring them all to us
And keep us true to what we have designed.
We're just shoring up the levy
We are building better walls
We are sharpening our eyes
We're gonna make a few more calls
Nothing is ruined.
It just needs a little time.


We'll keep our knives in cupboards
And paper all of the walls with a song
We'll build ourselves into the framework
So the beams know right from wrong
We'll have a better year.
My fingers in the windowpane,
Your feet planted deep in the ground
We'll build a home from our bodies
Inch by inch and pound by pound.
We're just shoring up the levy
We are building better walls
We are sharpening our eyes
We're gonna make a few more calls
Nothing is ruined.
It just needs a little time.
Nothing is ruined!
We're just gonna take our time.


Nothing is ruined! Nothing is ruined! 

2011-08-22 09:43:20 +0200
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There are no love songs on the radio
But there's music in the street
There's so much more to know
And nothing is complete
There's no heads or tails,
We're all just somewhere in between
All of the stars are visible
And all of the world is green



And on Friday night, the library
Stays open until dawn,
Serving drinks in silence
'Til the whiskey has all gone
Is this the end or the beginning?
Nobody's keeping track.
This is my kind of Ragnarok
Where the tail fights back.


Betelgeuse's supernova
Has turned night into day
But nobody is freaking out
They've all come out to play
'Cause everybody understands
Basic astrophysicsAnd the incongruities
In Apocalypse logistics.



And on Friday night, the library
Stays open until dawn
Serving drinks in silence
'Til the Kafka has all gone
Is this the end or the beginning?
Well, nobody's really keeping track,
And on Saturday night, the library
Stays open until dawn
Serving drinks in silence
'Til the Bronte has all gone
On Sunday night, the library
Stays open until dawn,
Serving drinks in silence
'Til the Gaiman has all gone.
Is this the end or the beginning?
Well, nobody's really keeping track
This is my kind of Ragnarok
Where the tail fights back.



And nobody has really found
What they're looking for
But we're on the road to get there
So nobody is keeping score
So raise your glasses high
While we ring in this new age
Maybe this time all of us
Will earn a living wage.

2011-08-21 20:53:16 +0200
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There'll be a choir of birds in the trees


There'll be an aching joy in your knees


When you wake up, when you wake up


There'll be a heart of gold on your sleeve


And not a single reason to grieve


When you wake up, when you wake up


 


Oh, the wind will blow


Your hair will grow


And the water knows


That you'll never say "no"


To me


 


Oh, your bed is soft but it's cold


And the promises that you've been told


Will not appear, will not appear.


No, your eyes will see what your heart wants to see


And your body won't know, no, your body won't know


That it's free, you've been set free.


 


And the street lights' glow


Is the only halo


That we will ever know


That we will ever know


 


And the clouds will rain on the hill


Where your body no longer feels


When you wake up, when you wake up


Oh, we look out over the skyline


And we leave our stones


Yeah we leave our stones behind


For when you wake up.


 


Wake up!


 

2011-08-21 20:56:19 +0200
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