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Alone
03:33
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Im not that much of a romancer
Not even that good of a dancer
All this time I couldn't see,
That she was way the hell out of my league. And I'm,
Afraid to take no for an answer.
No flags of rainbow to be seen.
No pink triangles on their sleeves.
Still it was so obvious,
And I was so oblivious.
The rook has snuck up on my queen.
And Im a lone, lone, lone, lone alone.
And Ive got nobody that I can go to.
But if you love me back, hurry up and tell me that,
Cause Im alone, lone, lone, lone, alone.
I met my true love at the bus stop
Your redheaded joy it made my heart stop
But you dont think of me that way
But i still would rather stay
And talk with you and walk home from the next stop.
I think Im starting to realize
That love is more than what pleases the eyes
But this game's got me so frustrated
And all these girls are so complicated
Maybe I should starting courting one of you guys.
Because Im alone...
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At the Movies
03:54
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Sometimes I feel like I am the lead character in a Francis Ford Coppola film,
And death is awaiting me.
And sometimes it seems like I am the protagonist in Christopher Nolan film
And I don’t know where I am or where I’m going
Is this a dream, or does it even matter?
Sometimes I feel like I am the ghost of a man in an M. Night Shyamalan film.
I wish I had more foresight.
None of this even makes sense!
Sometimes I don’t get the right angle on things
Blame the cinematography.
And sometimes I don’t say all the right words,
Well who the hell wrote this god awful script anyway?
Sometimes I think that I am Jason Schwartzman in another Wes Anderson film.
And I lack any trace of character.
Sometimes I act like I am Quentin Tarantino in a Quentin Tarantino film
And I’m a smooooth talker.
And everybody is a smooth talker.
And sometimes I wished that I was casualty to a Joel and Ethan Coen film
And my death is artistic,
Even though I won’t be remembered.
Sometimes I just hear what I wanna hear
Well blame the sound designer.
And sometimes I get a sudden thirst for blood
Well what the hell’s wrong with craft services anyway?
*Instrumental fun times*
Sometimes I feel like I am a rat in a cage watching a Stanley Kubrick film…
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I'm a first timer
Wishing I was someone else
When I see you by yourself
In a cold riddle
Where you find yourself not blocked
By the doors you locked
You won't do what the doctor ordered
You won't see someone else
Come on back to me
My pride tomorrow
You say you feel all hollow
And you know it's 'cause you are
Well, at least so far
I think of you with hesitation
I think of you too hard
Come on back to me
But don't make me sorry
I'm a first timer
Wishing I'd been someone else
Seeing you by yourself
Seeing you by yourself
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Thanksgiving
04:41
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Corn from the cob stuck between my teeth
Wide open smile reaching across my face
At least, everybody at peace
On thanksgiving
Our faces are too stuffed to argue
Dad cooked the turkey just right again this year
And the only politics here is the choice between apple and cherry pie on thanksgiving!
Chorus 1: It’s Thanksgiving
Give your thanks
To the chef
It’s the one time of year
We can feel like a family again
With no regrets
V2 So pull out the baileys and the dice!
And let’s get cookin’!
And pass the gravy and the butter rolls on thanksgiving.
Chorus 2: Thanksgiving
Give your thanks
To the vets
It’s the one time of year
Where we can feed ourselves for three people in one sitting
With no regrets
Let’s just forget for one moment
All the things that we said.
And come December we’ll all have to
Do this over again.
But the turkey will be dryer and the humor will be dryer.
Chorus
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I need a silent, true way to admire,
like you as a sunset and I as a wildfire.
And I can't let the day go.
I've locked up these words in fear that I'd say them wrong.
Is it love as a mountain, or love as a simple song?
And the moment that the two meet
has now laid itself at your feet.
And love is not convenient.
It does not cease at your command.
You might take and leave it,
but love is all I am.
Love is all I am.
I need a boundless, soft way to commend,
like you as a temper and I as its tender end.
And however long your fits last,
I will live within your shadow cast.
And love is still your stranger.
It does not respect how much you'll stand.
You might be love's reminder,
but love is all I am.
Love is all I am.
I need a graceful, proud way to let go,
to smile and accept the things that you don't know.
The losses and the gains blurred
the weight of these as last words.
And love is not excitement.
It's not kissing or holding hands.
I'm not some assignment,
no, love is all I am.
Love is all I am.
Love is all I am.
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Michael R. Molitor Chicago, Illinois
I write music with guitars and sometimes play those songs to other people and record them for more other people.
This website is for the recording for more other people part
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