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Van Cortlandt Playboy
03:55
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Van Cortlandt Playboy
by Timothy Wooten
So if you’re bored at twenty-four
Here’s the playboy from Van Cortlandt New York
Giving girls the fiction he’s got everything you’re missing
Just an honorable mention
Love becomes a landmine with a boarding school rotten
White hope with the dope, yeah
Calling all the shots
Van Cortlandt Playboy
Sharing shots of Jaegermeister, call him beer messiah
Is that your girlfriend in the backseat of his leased Mercedes?
Staring fights in nightclubs, got that gangster intuition
Cocktail party concertina
Calling the shots
Van Cortlandt Playboy
Shuffle while he shackles while you’re shackled while you shuffle
While you’re shackled to the shuffle of Van Cortlandt Playboy
Cornered in the kitchen with patchouli and the incense
Shackled to the shuffle of Van Cortlandt Playboy!
Calling the shots
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This is Tokyo
04:48
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This is Tokyo
by Timothy Wooten
Sarah says the world as we know is now gone
And it was not much of a good world to live in anyhow
And she talks about long-distance phone calls that she’s on
And how she was the center of all worlds that crossed her anyhow
She’s on the road to ruin
Cannot tell fact from fiction yeah
Leads me down with all her moral glory
You’ll never be her man
Despite walking , crawling, failing, falling
Begging them that it’s not over
Seeing them bleeding them
Oh yeah
And she said the vultures are circling madly overhead
The monsters that they made are turning criminal
She is overcome
Lies nostalgia fiction yeah
This is Tokyo calling all monsters
You’ll never be her man
Despite walking , crawling, failing, falling
Begging them that it’s not over
Seeing them bleeding them
Oh yeah
This is Tokyo
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Empire Made
02:51
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Empire Made
by Timothy Wooten
I used to be on the wings of libertines
Till I fell down and out on the streets of Cracker Town
I wanna see the things that have always been empire made
In a factory with green and gold letters that shine above the city
Days turned to weeks and we grew too stoned to think
Bob Jones out their sacred cow - holidays in Myrtle Beach
I wanna see the things that have always been empire made
In a boss machine – I’m pushing all their buttons but nothings coming of it
So I suppose they’ve got laws and guns and boats
You’ll go blind with that state of mind
It’s a kick where it hurts most
I want see the things that have always been empire made
In a factory – I’m pushing all their buttons but nothings coming of it
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Pacific Drift
03:48
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Pacific Drift
by Timothy Wooten
Oh, please molly don’t bring me down
To the fictional outskirts of this endless town
There’s a monster in the marshes waiting to me down
He’s waiting for the rain to come and wash us out
The girl from near Encino always service with a smile
She’ll never be your girlfriend, just a partner in crime
Factoring out ignitions and the carburetor grime
Sister Margaret don’t cry just yet, much more will go awry
Oh, we’re bums
Stumbling down the boardwalk, pavement’s molten lava hot
It’s the last waltz, true or false, the drawing of the dark
Discount abagados wearing polyester white
I’m drowning in the quicksand, I’m the juggler dropping knives
Oh, we’re bums
And we’re one in a million
One in twenty-six, five hundred million
They don’t know about us
Abandoned Albertson shopping cart rusting in the mud
Chemical refineries and oil wells come unplugged
The west is the best so we’re drifting to the west
Falling out of favor and failing every test
Oh, we’re bums
And we’re one in a million
One and one in six five hundred million
They don’t know, they don’t know
Stumbling ‘round in the dark
Palm trees and bums in the park
They don’t know about . . .
They don’t know about us
They don’t think about us
They only think that we’re bums
‘Cause they don’t know about
Oh, we’re bums
Stumbling but we always stay up
Under the bluest Disney sky
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