1. |
Smoking Gun
04:19
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Another day we all wake up; another day just like the last
Another day so innocent; and soon to be in the past.
Another day we wave goodbye; say I love you now and then.
Live your life, try to do well, and
Come home, turn in, do it all again.
Then someone's son goes to a movie
Someone's love goes to a show
Someone's friend goes to a club; they go to class
They didn't know (didn’t know) a young man was pissed that day
Wants the world to hear what he's gotta say
He acts like there's hell to pay
Traumatic pasts explode like a hand grenade
These hopeful souls, blinded by the sun
There's nothing that they could've done
They were smiling; having fun
Now their trapped in front of a smoking gun.
Chorus:
We dream of a kind world, hard concept
Where war exists on film, not on our front step.
Is that too much to ask? How long's it gotta last?
We're still stuck with our rotten reality
One of power, greed and brutality
Tomorrow's not for sure.
It's always on my mind when I open my door.
We all want more.
Another day we hear the news
Another day, more conflicting views
Same old questions, same old answers
Isn't there some flag of truce?
Why do we have to live this way?
Schoolyard games we all seem to play
Our world's not black and white, it's grey
"Agree to disagree", that's all we say
I'm not saying there's an easy fix
But for a bit, we need to push aside politics
We need to focus; fight as one
So we don't have to fear that smoking gun
Chorus:
We dream of a kind world, hard concept
Where war exists on film, not on our front step.
Is that too much to ask? How long's it gotta last?
We're still stuck with our rotten reality
One of power, greed and brutality
Tomorrow's not for sure.
It's always on my mind when I open my door.
We all want more.
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2. |
Playing House
03:52
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Her name is May. She has it all
26, and beautiful
It's Sunday morning, half past 8
Her husband's still in bed, he got home late
He worked late
Puts on her robe; walking softly
She pours herself a cup of coffee
The kids should be up any time
This is the life she longed for - It's sublime
So sublime
Chorus:
But she is feeling so undone
And prays that she's the only one
Then turns those thoughts away
Girl's night in, she talks with friends
They ask the same old trite questions
Like, “how is work?” and “how's the man?”
Asks all about every life plan - she's proud
She’s so proud
Chorus:
But she is feeling so undone
And prays that she's the only one
Then turns those thoughts away
(Oohs)
This is the life I was told to strive for
Now I find myself wanting more (X4)
It's midnight, and May lies awake
Feeling like she's bound to break
Hears the keys shake, and the car beep
Lifts her head then pretends to sleep
He comes in and lies down beside her
He smells like scotch and elderflower
Should she ask? As his wife? Or would that mar her perfect life?
Chorus:
But she is feeling so undone
And prays that she's the only one
And she is feeling so undone
And prays that she's the only one
Then turns those thoughts away
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3. |
Paradise Reality
03:13
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Wakin’ up on a Sunday mornin’ with you
The ocean breeze comes through the window (room with a view)
Put on my robe and pour mimosas ‘cause that’s how we do
(That’s how we do)
The sun in shinin’; the birds are singin’ merrily
We can’t stop smiling - there’s nowhere to be
Just here with you in the shade of a palm tree
Chorus:
Is this my life? Livin’ high
And time's not rushing by
Is this my life? Lucky me
It’s my paradise reality
Wakin’ up on a Sunday morning; you’re snoring
Turn my head and see outside it’s storming
It’s mid-January…You’re tellin’ me that all was a dream?
(It all was a dream)
My skin is dry; My hair flat (I don’t like that)
I go downstairs to check the thermostat
Brew a cup a joe, see it’s ten below, power goes
Get back into bed, wake you up with my frozen toes
Chorus:
Is this my life? Livin’ high
And time's not rushing by
Is this my life? Lucky me
It’s my paradise reality
*Scatting*
Chorus:
Is this my life? Livin’ high
And time's not rushing by
Is this my life? Lucky me
It’s my paradise reality
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4. |
Electric Haze
03:34
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Saw the sun set; now we’re in silhouette
As night falls, night calls once again
Paint our faces in the cab and take a trip up to the east side, and I
I hear the ringing in my ears from the music and the cheers, and it’s just the start.
To be young and fierce, soon enough we’ll miss these days.
Lost in electric haze.
Chorus:
Electric Haze
Electric Haze
Floating, weightlessly
Just take my hand and see
All the figures
In a vast blue sea
In the electric haze.
In the electric haze.
Three drinks deep in conversation
Just a little he said/she said gossip
Fix our faces in the cab and take a trip up to the west side, and there
I keep my cool at least I think, but I’m feeling that last drink – you feel it too.
To be young and fierce; we will always miss these days.
Lost in electric haze.
Chorus:
Electric Haze
Electric Haze
Floating, weightlessly
Just take my hand and see
All the figures
In a vast blue sea
In the electric haze.
In the electric haze.
Bridge:
Youth is always wasted on the young
That’s what my mother said
Do it while you’re young, look what lies ahead.
That’s what my mother said.
Chorus:
Electric Haze
Electric Haze
Floating, weightlessly
Just take my hand and see
All the figures
In a vast blue sea
In the electric haze.
In the electric haze.
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5. |
Bitter Bitch
02:49
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She gives the look, like yeah you wanna top me?
I'm thinkin' I've been doin’ this since ‘03
And I don't care what all the critics say
"Try to be more like her, that is the only way today"
Well she can make it to the top being crude
I'll still be me, ‘cause I can't fake an attitude
Why is there always one wanting to start a jealous feud?
I'm sick and tired of being walked by
And hearing divas on the radio try
How far can you get on your own before coming untied?
Call me a bitter b**ch and maybe that's true
But you don't know the sh*t that I've been goin’ through
To have the passion and the patience to do what I do
Chorus:
“Don't wanna see you, but I see you in my way
Why don't you do politics or medicine, it's good pay
Don't wanna see you, but I see you in my way
Why don't you just call a cab and let them take you away”
It's what our nature has always brought about
Bashing someone else to make you stand out
Let's try to build women up instead of tearing each other down
I'm gonna walk away and hope when I do
You'll remember things you already knew
About the golden rule and how it all starts with you.
Chorus:
“Don't wanna see you, but I see you in my way
Why don't you do politics or medicine, it's good pay
Don't wanna see you, but I see you in my way
Why don't you just call a cab and let them take you away”
“Don't wanna see you, but I see you in my way
Why don't you do politics or medicine, it's good pay
Don't wanna see you, but I see you in my way
Why don't you just call a cab and let them take you away”
(Whispered)
Don't wanna see you but I see you in my way
I don't wanna see you but I see you in my way
I don't wanna see you but I see you in my way
I don't wanna see you but I see you in my way
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6. |
Spin
04:26
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See you smile; i hear your laugh
Taste your tears; push your hair back
I feel your heart; your heart beats fast
So much life before you now.
Thought I’d be there to teach you how the world works
And I’ll keep that vow
Chorus:
The key to being cool is to be yourself - trust me, that’s enough
You’ll want a lot of money but The Beatles said it best - all you need is love
Work hard. it may take time, but it’s worth the view at the top
And at last, the world, it spins, and doesn’t stop. Understand, it never stops
I feel so helpless in this state
It makes me mad - It’s getting late
That being said, I accept my fate
I’m scared to death, but I’m your rock
My soul to most is under key and lock
But all you ever have to do is knock
Chorus:
When people give advice you just trust your own gut - I know what that’s about
You’ll try to find some sort of light but The Smiths said it best – it never goes out
Find time to perfect your craft. It’s a dog eat dog world, but you’ll have the chops
And remember the world, it spins and doesn’t stop. Understand, it never stops
You’re never alone (X4)
Chorus:
The key to being cool is to be yourself - trust me, that’s enough
You’ll want a lot of money but The Beatles said it best - all you need is love
Work hard. it may take time, but it’s worth the view at the top
And at last, the world, it spins, and doesn’t stop. Understand, it never stops
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7. |
Cliché
03:45
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Open mic nights, we were the only kids there
Played for free; took in every blank stare
We shared the dream; we both had the drive
Each strum we played made us more alive
Then I went to school and you to LA
Both wanna be something someday
It happened for you (yeah, it happened for you)
Chorus:
Here's to another cliché
Talkin’ hopes 'n dreams; what I want one day
It's uninspired but I wish real hard
With any luck, I'll be headin’ to the stars
I finished up school, started playing full time
Gigs every week and pinching every dime
The people still act like they don't care
And the ones that do can't get me anywhere
When I drive home at the end of the night
I turn on the radio to ease my plight
Then I hear your song, it's stuck in my head
And I can't help but think, why not me instead?
And I sing along, but it feels wrong
Chorus:
Here's to another cliché
Talkin’ hopes 'n dreams; what I want one day
It's uninspired but I wish real hard
With any luck, I'll be headin’ to the stars
With any luck, I'll be headin' to the stars
Bridge:
They say all you need is passion; I think that's old fashioned
You always need a little help from fate as well as action
I see you go on world tours, all yours - bet your future's secured
I wish you all the best - I know it's not a contest
You worked hard for this - I sometimes just can't resist
Wanting to be there too.
Chorus:
Here's to another cliché
Talkin’ hopes 'n dreams; what I want one day
It's all for the younger me, with visions large indeed
of what I had to be
Here's to another cliché
Talkin’ hopes 'n dreams; what I want one day
It's all for the younger me, with visions large indeed
of what I had to be
Of what I had to be
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8. |
Magic (Wreaking Havoc)
04:11
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Her wrist feels heavy and her throat's on fire
But the faces smile and their hearts are full
Her foot is tapping like her soul's for hire
She gets a push to feel the pull
Every night's the same - just the smoke left from the flame
Chorus:
Where is that girl?
The girl with magic
I feel she...she's lost and can't be found
Where is that girl?
It sounds quite tragic
But some say, some say she's still around
Her wand lies dusty by her bed
As years float on, her light dims more
Eyes with stars within, turn red
She yearns for who she was before
All the pride she wore, and every potion was a notion to her devotion
and it rung out loud
Chorus:
Where is that girl?
The girl with magic
I feel she...she's lost and can't be found
Where is that girl?
It sounds quite tragic
But some say, some say she's still around
Bridge:
Legend says if you listen close
You'll hear her sing, hear every note
Her passion and her words you'll feel, until the myth itself turns real
Chorus:
Who is that girl?
The girl with magic
She stands, stands firmly on the ground
Who is that girl?
Wreaking havok
With all who…who try to hold her down
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Ali T Vermont
☆ Alison "Ali T" Turner is a singer-songwriter (guitar/voice) who has been serving up the right dose of indie-pop and 90's nostalgia since 2004-ish. ☆
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