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Fishies are cool yeah, Fishies are nice
They swim in a pool, they like to eat rice
But Fishies smell, and they smell bad
When Fishies are gone I get real sad
(X2)
Swim swim swim Fishie Fishie
Bubble bubble bubble Fishie Fishie
Giant Snakehead, Seabass, Alligator Gar
Salmon swimming, up the river, Rolling up for spawn
Can My Fishie, Swim Too
Can My Fishie swim with You?
fishies are sweet, fishies are skiff
they don’t do no cheat, they spit all the piff
My Fishie looks so itty bitty
but your fishie is looking so pretty
Fishies are cool yeah, Fishies are nice
They swim in a pool, they like to eat rice
But Fishies smells, and He smell bad
My Fishie is gone and so I am sad
Swim swim swim Fishie Fishie (X4)
Swim away.
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Ukulele Song
01:59
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One Way Street
04:27
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I’m on a dangerous road
Paved in all but Gold
And it wears on me
It wears on me
I’m passing all the dogs
Swimming in their cages
And I think what could be
Just Like Me.
If the lord has forgotten, All of my silly race
And the time I’m allotted, Exceeds all of Space
Then the Crimes of my Life, Are a Hell of my own
Hell is My Home, Hell is My Home
I can’t Drown in my Cage
I’m caught on the Leash
And I live in here now
With the Road in my reach
It’s a Home on a One Way Street.
It’s a Home on a One Way Street!
If the lord has forgotten, All of my silly race
And the time I’m allotted, Exceeds all of Space
Then the Crimes of my Life, Are a Hell of my own
Hell is My Home, Hell is My Home
(x?)
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Past the Winter
04:36
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Why is it so hard to be
In this prison, a single cell
And the law its powers are forceful
No laughing, no wishing well
Well my breath in this air looks fading
Its ringing out, a closing bell
The pews have lost all their music
It’s empty now, a holy shell
Well the Frost in the Air is Squeezing
The Life Right Out of My Chest!
So I swallow all of MY Courage
And I Try to put on my Best
But I only Showed my Worst!
My Twisted Mental Splinter
We’re all just trying to make it Past
Make it past the Winter
The Sins of the Father are Bearing
The Mother’s too, a Family tree
Plagued at the roots by Sickness
And watered from, The Blackened Sea
And All My Life I’ve been Trying
To Saw me Off, Saving Me
But I can’t Escape from my home
So I’m stuck here, for all to see
I Need Time, Time on my side
But the Hands are fighting my now
If somebody else has been here
Can they please show me how!
To make it to the Springtime!
Will God Even Allow?
Me to make it through the springtime
Or is this my Final Bow?
Well the Frost in the Air is Squeezing
The Life Right Out of My Chest!
So I swallow all of MY Courage
And I Try to put on my Best
But I only Showed my Worst!
My Twisted Mental Splinter
We’re all just trying to make it Past
Make it past the Winter
(x4)
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What have we got to say,
for Ourselves
Is it better if we’re Sorry,
Is it Better if I Care?
Well I just Don’t Give a Damn,
Or at Least I’m trying not to
Despair Feeds my Addiction
My Addiction is Despair
And I’m Losing all My Focus
Of Seeing better Days
And I don’t know what’s good or bad
So I blur the Line!
It’s Closing Time
Everyone’s left the building
It’s Closing Time
In My Head.
And I can’t unwind
Because I know I’m in there somewhere
Crunching all the numbers
Let the page run red.
I’ve got half a mind to say something
But I can’t remember what
And I kind of Like it That Way
Lose those Scars in My Gut
You may call it fun
But I call It Getting By
For Some it Just Happens
But Some of Us Have to Try.
And I’m Losing all My Focus
Of Seeing better Days
And I don’t know what’s good or bad
So I blur the Line!
It’s Closing Time
Everyone’s left the building
It’s Closing Time
In My Head.
And I can’t unwind
Because I know I’m in there somewhere
Crunching all the numbers
Let the page run red.
It’s Closing Time!
And Nothing Matters Now!
It’s Closing Time!
In My Head!
And I can’t unwind!
Because I know I’m in there somewhere!
At Least I Hope I Am
Just So I know I’m Someplace at All.
Oh oh oh
Am I anywhere
Oh
Am I Someplace at all?
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My Feet
02:36
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Well the Stars are the Lights of the Heavens
From where you watch down on me
And the Moon is the Lord of the Oceans
Pushing and pulling the sea
The Ground on my Feet is solid
Gripping me to the Earth
But If I can get my weight in the air
Then Maybe I’ll get Rebirth
Though I Have the Dream
My Feet refuse to Leap
Off the Cliff of a Mountain
Yeah the drop is much too deep
It’s possible I’ll glide away
And drift above the Ocean
But my Brain lacks the Courage
To put my Body in Motion
My Body in Motion (x3)
I Overheard a Sermon once
From a Man who’s Name I didn’t Know
It made my Heart Beat Faster
But I’d Never Let that Show
Instead I nodded politely
And thanked the man for his speech
He asked me to shake his hand
But His Hand was beyond my Reach
Though I Have the Dream
My Feet refuse to Leap
Off the Cliff of a Mountain
Yeah the drop is much too deep
It’s possible I’ll glide away
And drift above the Ocean
But my Brain lacks the Courage
To put my Body in Motion
My Body in Motion (x3)
Though I Have the Dream
My Feet refuse to Leap
Off the Cliff of a Mountain
Yeah the drop is much too deep
It’s possible I’ll glide away
And drift above the Ocean
But my Brain lacks the Courage
To put my Body in Motion
(x2)
My Body in Motion (x3)
Wohohoh,
Wohooohoh oh.
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Changes
02:42
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I never knew how cold I was
Until I fell into
My Nice Warm Bed
My Nice Warm Bed
And the Night Sky never seemed so many
Shades of grayish blue
Until I saw I through
Someone else’s head
The world is going softly in the background
While a man of doubtful name sips his drink
It was in the attic where Henry’s picture I found
Showing Me what pushed him to the Brink
And I Should have seen it Coming when I heard Him
Singing Lonely Dirges in His Room
He was Shadowed by the height of his first Gin
The one that sent him to his Doom
And I never knew how cold I was
Until I fell into
My Nice Warm Bed
My Nice Warm Bed!
And the Night Sky never seemed so many
Shades of grayish blue
Until I saw I through
Someone else’s head!
Maybe it’s time to sleep
Maybe it’s time to sin
Maybe I’ve lost my mind
But it will come back again
Maybe it’s time to sleep
Maybe it’s time to sin
Maybe I’ve lost my mind
But it will come back again!
I never Knew (I never Knew)
I never Knew (I never Knew)
I never Knew (I never Knew)
I never Knew (I never Knew)
Just what to do
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Fishies are cool yeah, Fishies are nice
They swim in a pool, they like to eat rice
But Fishies smell, and they smell bad
When Fishies are gone I get real sad
(X2)
Swim swim swim Fishie Fishie
Bubble bubble bubble Fishie Fishie
Giant Snakehead, Seabass, Alligator Gar
Salmon swimming, up the river, Rolling up for spawn
Can My Fishie, Swim Too
Can My Fishie swim with You?
fishies are sweet, fishies are skiff
they don’t do no cheat, they spit all the piff
My Fishie looks so itty bitty
but your fishie is looking so pretty
Fishies are cool yeah, Fishies are nice
They swim in a pool, they like to eat rice
But Fishies smells, and He smell bad
My Fishie is gone and so I am sad
Swim swim swim Fishie Fishie (X4)
Swim away.
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11. |
BONUS: Amazing Grace
02:33
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The Folding Chairs St. Louis, Missouri
Founded in 2011 around a Belleville East Cafeteria Lunch Table, Joe Berger, Matt Yurescko, and Josh Walters started to play Mumford & Sons and Black Keys covers.
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