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Hoot
02:49
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2. |
Joy V. Pleasure
03:29
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I've known joy, I've known pleasure-
Ain't no question which I like better-
Which gives longer, which gives stronger-
We confuse these two things-
Joy and pleasure are not the same-
One that gives, one that needs-
One that hungers while the other feeds.
Here's my story and why I say-
I was thinking about it just today-
when I am working I am earning so that I can spend-
But time can't be earned and it has an end-
We confuse these two things-
Joy and pleasure are not the same-
One that gives, one that needs-
One that hungers while the other feeds-
I race around, pulling all the levers-
Always looking for something better-
And all the while I advance this way-
The shiny luster always fades-
We confuse these two things-
Joy and pleasure are not the same-
One that gives, one that needs-
One that hungers while the other feeds-
What's that thing deep inside?-
Wants to break out and electrify-
It's gratitude that knows no bounds-
Can't be lost where it is found-
I've known joy, I've known pleasure-
Ain't know question which I like better-
If a common core to uncover-
It might be that joy is lived with others-
I've known joy, I've known pleasure-
Ain't know question which I like better-
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3. |
Kin
07:34
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Flocks of pheasants fan their feathers in my face-
Fucking assholes-
Flocks of pheasants fan their feathers in my face-
Fucking assholes-
That’s what they say-
That’s what they say, where they aren’t paid
to look another way-
That’s what they say, in their hearts-
Where they don’t have to smile-
Pedantically pea-cocking your foul purchase, in my face-
Fucking assholes-
Pedantically pea-cocking your foul purchase, in my place-
That’s what they feel-
Where they live for real-
That’s what they feel, for real-
And really, how could I blame you my friend?
How could I blame you my kin-
My kin-
So many kin-
So many kin-
So many kin- [too many to know, too many to know]
So many kin- [too many to know, too many to know]
Don’t just say, that it’s not in our name-
And then keep right on dancing all the same-
The same, the same-
The same old lazy jig, that our fathers did-
As they blocked out the future that they wouldn’t live-
That they wouldn’t give-
Don’t just say, that it’s not in our name-
And then let the dealers lay out the same old game-
The same old game-
With the loaded dice that treated us so nice-
When keeping all the winnings has such a heavy, heavy price-
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Salopecia Paris, France
storytelling, amateur horticulture, relationship advice, not selling drugs and electronic music.
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