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Here are eleven of our favorites by you and the Song-O-Matic:
| BREAKFAST |
| There were complications and surprises |
| As I tried to prepare a simple breakfast |
| I watched a troubled world on a black and white TV |
| But discovered a rubber band and pencil shavings in my scrambled eggs |
| Shakespeare wrote some tragedies |
| But nothing more painful than this
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| DREAMS OF MISERY |
| First we shake our fists and curse at Heaven |
| Then we make a list of our transgressions |
| I don't want to hear about misery |
| At least not misery that's real, you see: YOUR misery |
| No way, you're never gonna show me |
| Real misery, I'm too absorbed in the fantasy |
| Nobody knows where our dreams go |
| 'Cause they're not real, they're just for show |
| They slip away so easily |
| These blaming, shaming dreams of misery
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| FEAST |
| There was no day and there was no night |
| There was only endless twilight |
| You might not even know |
| That angels come and go |
| I had a coupon |
| There was heavenly soup on |
| And it seems to me |
| That everyone is hungry
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| THE WINTER COAT |
| There were complications and surprises |
| And it was cold and icy |
| That I'm not sorry |
| That I brought my heavy coat |
| But some other one is in your head |
| Perhaps the blue one |
| But they wanted another |
| I only have two |
| A lovely girl who danced til dawn |
| Had a beautiful red coat |
| And her lips met his as the music swelled |
| And they rubbed their coats together |
| And I try to deny that it's serious |
| But alas, they made a baby coat
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| LUNCH |
| A man-eater looking for a quick snack |
| Stopped into a McDonalds at 12:45 PM |
| In the tiny studio apartment where I live |
| I could hear the screams |
| Lips and hearts should go hand in hand |
| But there were body parts everywhere |
| Tell me what's going on |
| Or maybe I'll wait and catch it on the 6 o'clock news |
| Because misery loves company |
| But depression loves tragedy
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| SABOTEURS |
| The bombs come overland |
| Shrapnel in my unprotected heart |
| You won't feel a thing til tomorrow |
| But then it will hurt forever
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| HEAVEN, HOLD MY DREAMS |
| And I've got nowhere to go |
| But up |
| It was a sale day |
| At the local grocery store, but I can't afford even those prices |
| Then we bow our heads and pray |
| That tomorrow's a better day |
| And dream of rave reviews |
| While we kneel in wooden pews |
| Okay, you say you think you know me |
| But we've never really met |
| Someday we will once again be dry |
| A sobering thought, and yet... |
| The small town where I was born has disappeared |
| And all my small dreams with it |
| And I try to deny that it's serious |
| And laugh every minute |
| But there's no holding on to dreams |
| If they want to go, they're gone |
| From all of these suburban sons and daughters |
| I've learned a lesson of my own |
| First we shake our fists and curse at Heaven |
| Then we curse it all to hell |
| And I'm not sorry |
| We've moved on, now only time will tell
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| UNTITLED |
| Since I was small |
| I would go to the mall |
| My head's been filled with plans |
| Of running one of those stands |
| Let 'em laugh, let 'em talk behind my back |
| I'll sell chatchkes and trinkets and bric-a-brac |
| You can take it from me |
| But then you have to give me money |
| Buy one, try one |
| Then they won't say that I look funny
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| JUSTICE |
| Nobody knows where our dreams go |
| Except for Jesus |
| Who do you think you are? |
| Sneering down at me from that cross? |
| And I've got nowhere to go |
| But neither do you
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| LIVING HERE |
| And that just makes me more depressed |
| Just to see you so well dressed |
| And all the shopping malls seemed to call my name |
| But you left with him, ain't I to blame? |
| Give it all back |
| Back to the beginning |
| I'd sing my songs |
| All life long |
| Now I'm grown, and the world has changed |
| As we have grown and become estranged. |
| There's a look that you get when you're looking at me |
| Is it regret or is it sympathy? |
| Buy one, get one free |
| That's your dynasty |
| But I lost it all to the siren call of the merchandise |
| Or was it the call of your eyes of ice. |
| Red River, God knows we were not prepared |
| But we tread where others dared. |
| It's hard to believe it, but I've been told |
| I would grow alone and old.
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| UNTITLED |
| He always wanted to be that tough |
| But his accountant hands were never rough |
| But time goes by, now I believe |
| He was an Earl, who wanted to be a Steve |
| I'm gonna get that girl, I'm gonna get the knack |
| Knack, paddy whack, Jabberwocky sugar shack |
| But for guys like him, it could only happen in a television world |
| And for guys like me, this is unfair! I can't stop myself from responding!! My life is crashing, I am overwhelmed with work and I'm using the Song-O-Matic!!! |