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No Resemblance
02:41
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Your choir boy croon's jarringly misaligned
Lascivious verse needs a growl and a grind
Does that pelvis of glass stop you gyrating your hips
Must you keep cool or risk melting your wax lips
There's no resemblance, only imitation
Baby smooth hands without a groove or a dent
Don't suit your melody, so blue, crushed, and bent
I peeked under your nails and guess what I found
It ain't just topcoat-- that lacquer goes all the way down
There's no resemblance, only imitation
No resemblance. At your own invitation
I found the fake, it doesn't matter
I'm still laid out on a platter
When you speak I still jump, "Yes, master"
From a certain angle you pass for that beloved entertainer you mimic
But from over here in the cheap seats I can see your sleeve loaded with gimicks
Holding court from high atop a platform shoe
Shameless climber smirks-- he's enjoying the view
Buff them like apples to a dazzling shine
Before they find out your fancy kicks are just vinyl
There's no resemblance, only imitation
No resemblance. At your own invitation
I found the fake, it doesn't matter
I'm still laid out on a platter
When you speak I still jump, "Yes, master"
There's no resemblance, only imitation
There's no resemblance, only imitation
There's no resemblance
There's no resemblance
There's no resemblance
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Thank You Ted Turner
02:30
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I don't know anything about you
Except Atlanta's from where you broadcast
Can't say I'm really a fan of yours
In fact my boyfriend thinks you're kind of an ass
But you gave me one piece of wisdom I'll never forget
Any time I need a reason to keep breathing
I just think about what you said
"Life is like a B-movie
You don't want to leave in the middle
But you don't want to see it again"
Thank you, Ted Turner
Thanks to you I walked a little bit further
I won't say you're saving my immortal soul
But you're keeping me here until the credits roll, so
Thank you Ted Turner
I have my doubts about this director
I guess I'll wait around just to see
I don't think this film'll get any better
But it's not like I got somewhere to be
All the lead performances are hammy though
I better stick around case someone good might make a cameo
Thank you Ted Turner
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Sell the Spade
03:55
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When I look back on that earnest adolescent
Slogging in the country, a serf among peasants
If she could see me now would she be surprised
That I'm lord of the manor, would she envy or despise me
Don't play the sucker's game
Digging ain't how fortunes are made
To get rich in a gold rush sell the spade
If you're plumbing a house, I'm selling a wrench
I got a shovel if you're digging a trench
Headshots, lessons, pedals and effects
Client referrals just twenty per cent
I built a better mousetrap, watched it languish at the store
But this pyramid invitation's got 'em beating down my door
Sweat doesn't sell, naivety buys
So set up shop pushing supplies
Don't play the sucker's game
Digging ain't how fortunes are made
To get rich in a gold rush sell the spade
Hey you driving for pennies, what a sap
But you keep me in caviar because I wrote the app
Does peddling hope make me parasitic
I'm just a middle man now everyone's a critic
Don't play the sucker's game
Digging ain't how fortunes are made
To get rich in a gold rush sell the spade
Don't play the sucker's game
Digging ain't how fortunes are made
To get rich in a gold rush sell the spade
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No Good Deed
02:37
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You wouldn't rate a lookover
I can get with any chick in this city
But your sob story's got this pushover
Giving you all his pity
The view you flashed at me was purely "accidental"
Just rolling off the couch where you had begged me for a nap
All my mother's sons are perfectly gentle
There's no defence against a girl who dives in your lap
You can't help it I deserve all the blame
I let you convince me you were gonna be cool
I should have known that you're exactly the same as all the others who claimed it's all good fun then turned and cried I was cruel
You knew where you stood from the get-go
I said we're never gonna dance
Now you're twisting my arm just to hear my falsetto
Making me so so sorry I ever gave you a chance
Cufflinks, cashmere, first editions
I thought these things were gifts. This Pangloss never learns
To see the strings pulling him into the worst positions
All you ever wanted was somebody to burn
You can't help it I deserve all the blame
I let you convince me you were gonna be cool
I should have known that you're exactly the same as all the others who claimed it's all good fun then turned and cried I was cruel
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Baptised at the Gramercy
03:09
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Waiting to be fooled in the chill April dusk
Disciples testifying, scalpers testing their luck
No idea I was gonna be baptised at the Gramercy
Give me this day my daily carrot
I'll spin your wheels, I'll cough up your collections
Sedated in limbo, never daring to be something real
To break this suspension
A king professing sins, raining sweat upon the crowd
In a visceral communion between the lost souls and the found
Heaven sent or hell bent on a profane sacrament
I keep the faith in low fidelity
Since I was baptised at the Gramercy
Since I was baptised at the Gramercy
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Sylvie Yannello Queens, New York
Sylvie played drums for the Brooklyn-based indie band Her and the Grey for two years before joining the pop-soul quartet Phanrosy, also on drums. She provides piano accompaniment at a local ballet school, and participates regularly in Big Ed Sullivan's World Famous Blues Jam at the Red Lion on Bleecker Street. ... more
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