My cousin is in columbia
Hunting down the rebels
Over fields of bright and shiny coca
Over the jungle floor
One-handing a 32
He says: "bring her down low now, I'm ready to go."
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Artist - John Vanderslice
I wish the war was on,
I know this sounds strange to you.
I miss the war-time life,
Anything could happen then:
Around a corner, behind a door.
I miss the canon fire,
I miss the a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Vanderslice
Being Joan Crawford at 21
Was easy
Living in new haven in 1925
Was simple and kind
like you and me at the start
It's right and bright at the top
But the rook's not to blame...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Vanderslice
Little fly
Your summers play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away
And ended your day
Am I not a fly like you
Are you not a man like me
Oh I dance and drink and sing
Till some hand...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Vanderslice
One, two, three, five,
The night is only half alive
The curtains blow the frightened tress,
They line the moonlit windy beach
Four five six seven,
My dreams never touched on heave...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Vanderslice
Golden gate park
We walked our Mondays there
Safe inside our replica
They have a garden there
Where climates of the world
Are laid out on a walking tour
You were my proof...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Vanderslice
You know that guy
Who stole your girlfriend
Away from you
In the summer of '95
He's going to die
You know her name
Sits in your brain
Like a tumor
Eyes still shine in your memory
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Artist - John Vanderslice
You know it's the time
So goodbye for now
I crudeley descend
The stairway to defend
Me and my 424
I piss you off in slanted rhyme
Walk away in 3/4 time
And the nude descends
The s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Vanderslice
You can tell a cable from a tourniquet
When 10,000 12-year-olds mouth along
Tiny broken operatic sounds dissolved
A loss that could not be found
I know your mother
I watched...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Vanderslice
Back and forth and back and forth
Goes the tock of the orange, bland, ambassadorial
Face of the moon on the grandfather clock.
All autumn long, the chafe and jar of dirty bomb
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Artist - John Vanderslice