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Norah Jones
04:28
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Norah Jones
Norah Jones go rest your bones
Norah Jones
Norah Jones go rest your bones
you'll never be, never be, Rickie Lee
well you share the same last name
and the same whispery style
but Rickie Lee in a different game
she been doing it for a while
sold about a billion more records than her
might make you mad to hear i prefer
Rickie Lee, but gimme my Rickie Lee
Norah Jones
Norah Jones go rest your bones
Norah Jones
Norah Jones go rest your bones
you'll never be, not for me ,Rickie Lee
there, i said it out loud
Norah i know you're none too pleased
baby, i believe we can work it out
it's okay to come find me
you sold about a billion more records than her
can't we still go out even though i prefer
Rickie Lee? maybe you and me can listen to some Rickie Lee
Norah Jones
Norah Jones come rest your bones
Norah Jones
Norah Jones come rest your bones
you'll never be, not for me, Rickie Lee
maybe bring a c.d. we can listen to some Rickie Lee
come rest your bones
you'll never be Rickie Lee Jones
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Emily Dickinson
02:55
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Emily Dickinson didn't give a damn
What you thought of her poems, thank you ma'am
What business of yours if she sits there all day
Contemplating death with the pen and the page
Emily, why did we
Invade your space, ransack your place
We're you secretly hoping we'd take you home
Or are you pissed e wouldn't leave you alone?
Emily Dickinson didn't give a hoot
what you thought of her poems that point was moot
Once she packed them away upstairs in a box
She must have known we were all dumb as rocks
Emily, why did we
Invade your space. ransack your place
Were you secretly hoping we'd hear your heart
Or are you sore we tore your attic apart
Emily Dickinson didn't give a crap
About that corsage you just laid in her lap
Her mind ain't going nowhere near the inside of your pants
The meaning of things is all she'll romance
Emily, why did we
Invade your space, ransack your place
Were you secretly hoping we'd see your soul
Or are you pissed about the shit we stole?
They say Ernest Hemingway had a small Dickinson fetish
His friends back then said "He's quick to let us
Know he could have gotten her to do the nasty"
My money would've been on old Emily
Emily, why did we
invade your space, ransack your place
We're you secretly hoping we'd read your stuff
Or are you pissed we wouldn't leave well enough
A-lone?
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oh baby, i wanna give you a ring
you make me feel like the king
when he was skinny and rockin' the place
when he had Scotty and Bill on bass
let me be your king
in blue suede shoes
you be my queen and love me tender too
only an elvis love will do
(solo)
let's make a movie for the silver screen
make the men jealous, and the women scream
go ridin' through Memphis in a pink Cadillac
find our own Graceland and never look back
(chorus)
(chorus)
yes, only an elvis love will do
only an elvis love will do
only an elvis love will do
love will do
love will do
love will do
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Gilligan
02:42
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The Professor and the Skipper
The Howell's and Ginger
Even that sweetheart Maryanne
Thought they'd all be off that island
If it weren't for Gilligan
well, G- I- double L- I
G-A-N spells Gilligan
Gee I, Iwonder why
Nobody wanted to be his friend
He wasn't a loser, a druggie or a boozer
But at 19 he'd used his good luck up
Was it really fair for everybody there
To go around behind his back calling him a fuhcup?
Like the Professor, and the Skipper
The Howell's and Ginger
And even that sweetheart Maryanne
They thought they'd all be off that island
If it weren't for Gilligan
Well G-I-double L-I
G-A-N spells GIlligan
Gee I, I wonder why
Nobody wanted to be his friend
No one really knows what wearing the same clothes
Year after year can do to ya
But it has to be worse when you're blessed with a curse
And no one but yourself there to screw ya
Not the Professor, Not the Skipper
Not Thurston, Lovey, or Ginger
Not even that sweetheart Maryanne
Would give it up to change the luck
Of poor old Gilligan
Well, G-I-double L-I
G-A-N spells Gilligan
Gee I, I wonder why
Nobody wanted to be his friend
Not the Professor, Not the Skipper
Not Thurston, Lovey or GInger
Not even that sweetheart Maryanne
Would have been on T.V.
If it weren't for Gilligan
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I really am in it for love
I guess that'll have to be enough
I got off the train to fortune and fame
And i'll never check the box to all the above
i really am in it for love
I woke up with this song in my head
In my dream Tom Waits was singing it instead
Knew it was a dream 'cause i could hear
And understand each word so clear
And this, well, this is what he said
(chorus)
(solo)
Well i really only remember him singing that first line
Knew i had to wake up and do my best
To go make up all the rest
And i did that, so i can call this song mine
fuck tom waits
(chorus)
I really am in it, I really am in it, I really am in it for love
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Little Ricky Rubin was born with a beard
The neighbors in Sheboygin thought that was pretty weird
Scratched his mother awful when he suckled at her breast
That's how the story started they say all the rest is:
History. His story.
What about Her? What about She?
Little Adolph Hitler never killed a cat
The neighbor boy Augustus was always doing that
It worried his mother awful to let him leave the nest
That's how the story started, they say all the rest is:
History. His story.
What about Her? What about She?
Boyhood Mussollini's overweight dog
Was paraded through the kitchen and slopped like a hog
Back to Little Ricky Rubin, who was born with a beard
First grade proved him right about all he feared
The teacher let them tease him as you might have guessed
But that's just one chapter, they say all the rest is:
History. His story.
What about her? What about She?
Jo Jo Stalin's daddy worked at the slaughter house
Back home in his room, Joseph crumbed a mouse
Chagrined his mother, he'd made a pet of the pest
Did you know that little tidbit? They say all the rest is:
History. His story.
What about Her? What about She?
Remember LIttle Ricky Rubin who was born with a beard?
There was no need to worry, turns out he was reared
By an open hearted mother that gave him all her best
The question: Is love enough to stand the test of
History. HIs story.
What about Her? What about She?
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My Sweet Axle Rose
03:52
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welcome to the jungle exhibit at the city zoo
never mind if the tour guide looks familiar to you
especially when he starts to scream everybody move forward please
and everybody down front might have to get on their
n-n-n-n-n-knees
i'm the only one who knows
when he comes and where he goes
how he feels, what turns the wheels
of my sweet axle rose
he's older than every one else at my boarding house
i guess it was inevitable we'd fall in love somehow
i don't ask him about his past, i think he must've had a wife
i'm okay with his silly fake name
who hasn't dreamed of a completely different life?
(chorus)
he's my sweet axle rose
(solo)
he's got an appetite for destruction of the groceries these days
i can't get him on the treadmill, and he never shaves
if that new kid in the boardin' house
don't stop trying to look up his sleeve
for identifying tattoos, i'm gonna have to ask that, ask that boy to leave
(chorus)
how he comes and what turns the wheels of my sweet axle rose
he's my sweet axle rose
my sweet axle rose
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mark w. winchester music Nashville, Tennessee
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