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I had never seen before
Such magic I always thought to be lore
But you don't really care for magic do ya
Well that's too bad for you because
I saw this show last week it was
The best and it made me question how'd they do that
Two men wearing shiny coats
I pegged them for some crazy blokes
But the things they did on that stage made me rue that
First they put a guy in a box
Closed it spun it around a lot
When they opened it that guy was gone how'd they do that
Now one of them had a deck of cards
He picked a lady to shuffle it for
She drew a 7 of clubs and showed it to us
She shuffled it back in the deck and gasped
When he barfed up a card on her dress and asked
Is this your card and it was hers how'd they do that?
I grew comfortably mystified
I watched the magic before my eyes
They took out a bunny and put it into a hat
With a flick of their magic wand
We looked in the hat the bunny was gone
Then doves flew out of it seriously how'd they do that
How the hell did they do that
And just when I thought the show was done
They rolled out a table a woman sat on
She wiggled her feet as they draped a blanket onto her
The next thing I know they pull out a saw
Start chopping and hacking her torso apart
They sawed that lady in half now how'd they do that
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Rosemary Ripple
03:05
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She was kicked from her school at 21
Ordered not to come back till her days were done
Her plan was to return in a deadly rampage
She would massacre the students with a twelve gauge
Rosemary Ripple
Heavily armed forces set around the bend
Shooting in a way in which no wound would mend
Snipers in a tower guarding every which way
Ripple broke for the door no time to delay
Rosemary Ripple
Running through the high grass, dodging all the shots
She's ten feet from the entrance, an RPG is locked
It fires from a distance, no time to turn around
Ripple is in pieces, falling to the ground
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What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there
What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And sorry seems to be the hardest word
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word
What do I do to make you love me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I do when lightning strikes me
What have I got to do
What have I got to do
When sorry seems to be the hardest word
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Hard To Say I Love You
03:12
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Those three words you used to say to me
Are the hardest words to speak
It's hard to say I love you
So hard to say
It's hard to say I love you when you're dead
So hard to say I love you
Those three words you used to say to me
Are the hardest words to speak when you're dead
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Well now that it's all over
The birds can nest again
I'll only snow when the sun comes out
I'll shine only when it starts to rain
And if you want a drink
Just squeeze my hand
And wine will flow into the land
And feed my lambs
For I am a mirror
I can reflect the moon
I will write songs for you
I'll be your silver spoon
I'm sorry I took your time
I am the poem that doesn't rhyme
Just turn back the page
and I'll waste away
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Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came a Sunday when you came to find me
They bore me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
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Little Girl
04:11
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Little girl, why are you crying?
Was it something that I said?
While others sleep, you lay there trying
To slow the thoughts down in your head
Was it the clothes that you wore?
Or the words like slut and whore?
Well it's you that I adore
The girl who doesn't care what others think of her
Sister now, why are you crying?
I admit our world is flawed
But tell your soul, there's no use hiding
Your confidence will force them to applaud
Was it the clothes that you wore?
Or the words like slut and whore?
Well it's you that I adore
The girl who doesn't care what others think of her
It's time to go back to the place we were before
Little girl, what are we crying for?
Mother mother, why are you crying?
You know I can't take seeing you sad
And mama mama, there's no denying
That when tomorrow comes, it won't be as bad
Was it the clothes that you wore?
Or the words like slut and whore?
Well it's you that I adore
The woman who doesn't care what others take her for
It's time to go back to the place we were before
Mother mother, what are we crying for?
Little girl why are you crying?
Close your eyes and go to bed
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Alec Sullivan Boston, Massachusetts
A musician from New England whose fragmented, sometimes sporadic brain brings an unnervingly melodic twist on songwriting.
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