The Smiths - Half A Person

The Beatles - If I Fell

Jeff Buckley - So Real

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
It's a ton to ignore with no way to debrief
You can spin your wheels but the deeper I'll sink

I got a house and a yard in the middle of nowhere
I have a wife and a dog and a half-a-kid somewhere

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
Yeah the money's alright, I guess that's a relief
I learned to love the bomb now the bomb loves me

Oh now
We have a lot to remember
We have a lot to remember

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

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Rat-Level

John Lennon Said (July 25 remaster project plus Brass 73)

from the beginning of time In outer space 
I was born of a cloud in the Milky Way-out far 
But I cant explain 
The stars 
That are part of me 

but What started the fire 
It dont make no sense 
All the planets aligned from a point so-dense 
but How did it all begin 
the Now is everything 

the universe looked in the mirror 
found a gun n pulled the trigger 
lay back to watch it shatter 
in the end it didnt matter 

Aint got no choice of breathing 
Aint got no choice of feeling 
Born again kicking screaming  
Through the eye thats ever dreaming 

we all return to the dust when the lights go out 
ye know that life is a must or there’d be nothing around to
see 
all that does exist 
to feel 
the sun on your skin 

ashes to the wind 
n im whole again 
right through the abyss 
n im born again 
no time when your dead and gone no
no light when the curtains drawn 

shine your light like the sun 
soak it up like a sponge 
listen for the starting gun 
everybodys on the run 

this world in need of saving 
politicians misbehaving 
work so hard just to cave in 
its your time they are a wasting

I’ll never be me again 
it’d be a shame to waste it 
theres no such thing as the end 
we’re just another painting 

I live to forget just where i came fro’m
we die and re-connect to our creation 


(this old world in need of saving) 
(this old world is ever changing )

(this old world in need of saving) 
(this old mind forever changing)

John Lennon Said (July 25 remaster project plus Brass 73)

tom mcguinness

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