1. |
Peace and Love
02:45
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2. |
Reason Or Rhyme
03:16
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3. |
Life During Quartime
02:51
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I can’t remember the way that things used to be
I can’t remember the way that it was
All I know is this anxiety’s killin me
And I don’t love it
I don’t love it
I don’t love it no more
What do I do now?
Do you remember the way that it used to be
Do you remember the way that we were
I haven’t smiled in quite a while it seems
And I just wanna
I just wanna wanna
Wanna smile some more
“What’s the matter, man?”
It’s surreal
It’s surreally bad
It’s surreal and it’s really bad
And it’s never gonna end
It’s only just beginning
We got the guns baby
We got the perfect genes
We got the greatest god in the world
If you don’t love it then why don’t you shut up and leave
I don’t wanna
I don’t wanna
Don’t wanna see you no more
“What’s the matter, man?”
You got your own, got your own flags
You got your old, got your old rags
And you’re so wrapped up in them
You’d rather not be friends
And hate until the end,
to our doom
what do I do now?
you keep stepping on my toes
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4. |
I Feel You
03:03
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The sun the moon the earth the sky
The lies we tell ourselves at night
The reasons why we'll never get out of our own way
(nothing's ever gonna work out right, leave me alone)
I'm still slanted I'm not enchanted
I do what I do that's all
And that's fine I'm just shedding my mind
If you don't feel me then cool
I feel you
There was a time when I was surprised
By the intentions of my soul
I've had times where I've seen the light
Then crawled right back in my hole
I hope I'm not bothering you
And if I'm bothering you
I feel you
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5. |
For My Next Trick
02:47
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I ain't too good at magic
no I'm no magic man
my hat aint got no rabbits
my sleight ain't got no hand
well if I was good
baby I would
pull a flower out of your ear
but I'm not
so for my next trick I'll disappear
for my next trick I'll disappear
I been gettin good at trying
to saw myself in half
half of me keeps crying
the other half just laughs
but if I was whole
baby I don't know
if I could learn to live with myself
sounds like hell
so for my next trick I'll disappear
for my next trick I'll disappear
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6. |
Fatherly Advice
02:15
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I can still remember
when my daddy sat me on his knee
he said "son I got something to tell you
and I want you to listen to me
I'm only trying to look out for you
here's what you do
don't ever fall in, don't ever fall in love
never fall in, don't ever fall in love
they're only gonna, they're only gonna hurt you
so never fall in, never fall in love"
I can still remember
thinking my daddy is out of his mind
cause there's so many beautiful girls in the world
and I can't get em outta my mind
I'm daydreaming all the time
that's why
I keep falling, I keep falling in love
I'm always falling, always falling in love
you taught me love is, you told me love is a virtue
that's why I'm falling, I'm always falling in love
but over time I gotta say
I've had my heart broken so many ways
I'm always trying to kill the pain
but it never ever goes away
and now that I'm older
I understand what my daddy was sayin
and if I ever have a kid of my own someday
I'm gonna sit em down on my knee
and say "kid, listen to me, here's what you do"
ROCK SOLO
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7. |
Pay Your Dude
03:33
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it seems we're heading for disaster
where do you want to go after
I know a little place on the south side of town
I think they'll let us in but they'll never let us out
cause everything, son, it comes with a price
yeah everything you want
it comes with a price
you gotta pay your dues
you gotta pay your dude
have a seat here at my table
let me share with you a fable
once was a bird who got lost out at sea
didn't really care he was flying so free
and the red sun
it's always gonna rise
oh the red sun
yeah it's always gonna rise
and turn these grey skies blue
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8. |
Big Heart
02:14
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Everybody wants to be a big star
With your big house and your fancy cars
Everybody wants to be a big shot
With your gold toilet and your hot model
But baby I would rather have a big heart
Than a big dong or a big wallet
Baby I would rather have a big heart
Just to reach out to reach out to you
Cause this world
It don’t mean nothing
If you don’t got love then
It don’t matter how much other shit you got
Everybody wants to be a big star
On the red carpet in Louie Vuitton
Everybody wants to be a big shot
With your gold watch and your big cigar
But baby I would rather have a big heart
Than a hit song or a million dollars
Baby I would rather have a big heart
Just to reach out to reach out to you
Cause this world
It don’t mean nothing
If you don’t got love then
It don’t matter how much other shit you got
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9. |
Into The Wilderness
03:32
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10. |
Grasping At Straws
02:09
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I keep grasping at straws
Cheap plastic straws
I’m trying to suck at everything
Think I’ll go for a drive
Just to feel alive
Maybe crash my car into your house
Like Billy Joel
Gettin lost in the dark
Drunk in Asbury Park
Somethin somethin somethin Springsteen
Got the wind in my hair
Not a care in the world
As the world burns all around me
All you shitty bands
Don’t let your hearts get broken
I can only hope all your dreams come true
No I'd never lie to you
I keep grasping at straws
Cheap plastic straws
I'm tryin to suck at everything
Got one foot in the grave
And one up my own ass
Cause I feel like no one understands
All your scenic plans
They all gone up in smoke man
There’s nothing left to write
All these lies are true
And I hope to smell you soon
And I hope your dreams come true
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11. |
Slipping Away
02:14
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Time keeps slipping away
I hope it's not too late
for me to change
into something nice
where do we go from here
all I got is fear
I hope it's not too late
for me to change
into something nice
cause time keeps slipping away
and my mind keeps slipping away
I hope it's not too late
for me to change
into something nice
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12. |
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LYRICS:
Well everybody wants to be remembered
Going down in books of history
But baby I would rather be forgotten
When I’m dead and gone don’t you dare
Speak my name
Cause everything I’ve planted has turned rotten
And everything I cook up has no taste
And with all the time that I have been allotted
Yeah well most of it has been a goddamn waste
It’s alright
It’s all on me
That’s plain to see
Well every little gift that I been granted
I took em and I tore em all apart
And every single time I held your hand
Yeah I wish I held it closer to my heart
Cause every shitty song I sing gets sadder
And my dumb jokes get darker by the day
I feel I’m goin madder than that hatter
So let’s just forget I ever came this way
It’s alright
It’s all on me
That’s plain to see
oh lord
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Vincent Brue Long Branch, New Jersey
Hi there, I’m Vincent Brue, singer/songwriter, producer & founder of The Vincenzos, Vincent Brue & The Long Branch Davidians. Former captain of Lifeguard Nights & The South Jersey Seashore Lifeguard Convention Band. Sometimes I write songs about animals and ghosts under the name Uncle Vin. Music is the reason I am still on this earth. I hope you enjoy it. ... more
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