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Bruce Hornsby Album


Big Swing Face (06/25/2002)
06/25/2002
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Try Anything Once
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Take Out The Trash
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Scabby head knobby kneed old nappy head
Thunder thighs, juicing all turning red
Pizza face pop it quick old nasty old
Pits old panty waist
Knotty headed fatty cakes

Oh sticks and stones can break my bones
But your words always hurt me the most
My scars will heal but the slurs won't
Blow up and lose my head well I hope I don't (I hope I don't)

Gousy ass drool face old beady-eyed
Fat half-a-deck big ones like old dick speck
Nasty buckteeth stainbreath zit-faced fetus
Brain sucking wind twinin', hummin' funkenstain

Oh sticks and stones can break my bones
But your words always hurt me the most
My scars will heal but the slurs won't
Blow up and lose my head well I hope I don't (Well, I hope I don't)

Sucking wind oh tell me when does it end

Oh sticks and stones can break my bones
But your words always hurt me the most
My scars will heal but the slurs won't
Blow up and lose my head well I hope I don't (Hey...mmmm)

My skin is so thin you can see through it
Oh, laughing your asses off oh don't do it
Laughing our asses off dying our slow death
Talkin' about the buckteeth stainbreath

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Oh don't the sun look lonesome tonight
Shining down through the trees
I'm feeling like such a mannish child
Bottlenecking while I'm eating gummy fleas

I'm watching cartoons and eating little candy
And everybody here wants to be like me
Walking on the sidewalk with W.C. Handy Handy
And all the little wannabees turn to see

I'm getting up, time to dust my broom dog taylor
Sing nursery rhymes of pain
I'm trading cards with John the Conqueroo the Conqueror
We're setting up our toy mystery trains

I'm watching cartoons and eating little candy
And everybody here wants to be like me
Walking on the sidewalk with W.C. Handy
And all the little wannabees turn to see

I'm eating chocolate chip cookie dough
Heading down the crossroads
Walking with my jelly beans
Sitting at the master's knee

(All aboard! All aboard!)

I'm watching cartoons and eating little candy
And everybody here wants to be like me
Walking on the sidewalk with W.C. Handy
And all the little wannabees turn to see

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I swear I see the shadows and movement
I've seen the signs and heard the rumors
Adrenaline is a-flowing
Look at me with my eyes a-glowing
I feel a man there with eyes a-blazing
I say this and I know no one's a-listening
Stand on the corner, sweat a-glistening
See dim lights on some nights
Imagination hold on tight

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sure there's someone in there
Saw those curtains moving air
If you'll go then I will
Closer still here comes the chill

Here comes the chill

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sure there's someone in there
Saw those curtains moving air
If you'll go then I will
Closer still here comes the chill

Never seen anyone come out
Never seen anyone go in
Movement at my back it's just the wind
Just the wind or a finger on my skin
No no more I've had my fill
Been run through, run through the mill
Try to smile but I feel it still
Feeling I'm feeling, feeling the child

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sure there's someone in there
Saw those curtains moving air
If you'll go then I will
Closer still here comes the chill

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Your cymbal crashing
Your teeth are gnashing
You're in your element
We'd love to see you
We'd love to be you
You're in your elephant costume

You do what the hell you want to do
Make people scream for you
We love to hear you

You've got your big swing face
You know the night away out in space
Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place
You've got your big swing face

YouЃЊre in the arena
You bow to the crowd
But you gotta looka down
Some people laughing
It's easy to laugh
When your zipperЃЊs down
FlyЃЊs open

I know you're the great being
You're so hilarious
You're leaving us in the dust

Your big swing face
Your rolling eyes away out in space
Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place
You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace

In your costume foolery
Beads, sandals and jewelry
You're a funny guy
We'll never wonder why

You've got your big swing face
You've got your lonely night away out in space
Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place
You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace

Like a beautiful, beautiful place
You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace

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Got to get something done today
Give accomplishment a shot
Might not have a full palette to use
But I'm gonna paint with the colors I've got

There're your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass

Feeling like a lazy tub o' lard
Rajneesh Jr. gave me his business card
Think I'll take the personality test
To document my fine mess this far

There're your hopes and dreams you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
First place man will one day roll in last
'Cause this too shall pass

Better get on out to the starting line
They're coming soon
They're gonna fix it in time
I just want to get what's mine
Not a fortune gonna just, gonna just, love life
And this too shall pass

Do what you got to do to find a cure
For the things that make you feel so impure
Just how I don't know for sure
Sometimes misery has a strange allure

There're your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass

There are your hopes and dreams you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass

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Try Anything Once

[No lyrics]

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Take Out The Trash

[No lyrics]

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I'm gonna buy a big red truck
Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck
Gonna get me some plastic Gunga Dins
Then I'll buy a big house to put 'em all in

I'll buy a new suit when I'm feelin' down
Picks me up and I'll show it around
I'll wear it once or twice I'm sure
Then I'll get another when I'm feelin' the urge

I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky

I'll buy the special meal with the prize
And toys with the motorized blinkin' eyes
And lunch and dinner there I'll be
My favorite character eluding me

There's a sale down at the Five And Dime
And everything's going for dirt this time
I don't need this but it's so cheap
The visions of a bargain in my sleep

I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky

Living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
I'm living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky

These wonderful items everywhere
A house full of things but I don't care
I wonder as I'm sitting there
Maybe I'll feel better in a brand new chair

I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I buy and buy so high as a kite

Living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
I'm living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky

I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I buy and buy so high as a kite
High in the sky

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This is so out but I like it
So outside but I'm in
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

Silver streamers streaking strangely
Swirling savage savants grazing
Smoking on a pink pacifier
Genitalia in a hair dryer

This is so out but I like it (maybe)
So outside but I'm in (I think)
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

Flourescent flaccid floppy-haired gleamers
Saccharine headed silver-foil dreamers
Black light swinging five people singing
Around and around and my ears are ringing

This is so out but I like it (maybe)
So outside but I'm in (I think)
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

Walls are spinning, caving in
They say this is fun
They say I'm in ecstasy
I'm smiling as I run

This is so out but I like it
So outside but I'm in
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

This is so out but I like it (maybe)
So outside but I'm in (I think)
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

Way out there in the spheres
Way out there in the spheres
In the spheres
In the spheres

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Up in the country...
Back in the sticks...
Down in the woods...in the woods...in the woods... (Hey)
That's what little country boys do... (Hey)

Ain't got good sense
His drawers is a mess (Cabbage greens)
I don't want to act right
Or God'll kill me
Got keloid skin
Makes us all feel him (Get some leg)
Stylin', profilin'
That's why we like to hang with him

Poppy ain't got no home training ( )
Mama gives such a low rating ( )
Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( )

Making feet for socks (Cabbage greens)
Got big hindparts
He's drinking out the whole jug
Or God me kill me
Don't want to act right
Acting all ign'ant (Till I get right)
That's why, why we like to hang with him

Poppy ain't got no home training ( )
Mama gives such a low rating ( )
Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( )

Poppy ain't got no home training ( )
Stays outside when it's raining ( )
Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( )

Hey-ey-ey!
Poppy ain't got no home training
Hey-ey-ey!
Mama gives such a low rating
Hey-ey-ey!
Feels triflin' energy draining
Hey-ey-ey!
Poppy ain't got no home training

I'm out in Carver Gardens in a trailer
And I'm playing my Farfisa in a soul band
Five brothers in a little room
No bigger than a bathroom
Sweat on the walls too
People say I'm crazy 'cause I'm coming here to blow
All I've got to say is I've got to bite off a little groove flow
I'm flowing

And this girl been pregnant
She said she been pregnant about four months
Her brother come here and said
"Nah, she been pregnant about nine months"
So I blowed that deal
So I took her for a night on the town
Jacked her up and laid her down
And I thought I'd go ahead and make somethin' of myself
So I hit the road.

Poppy ain't got no home training ( )
Mama gives such a low rating ( )
Triflin' energy draining got no home training (Oh-oh-oh)

Hey-ey-ey!
Poppy ain't got no home training
Hey-ey-ey!
Been outside in the lightnin' and rainin'
Hey-ey-ey!
Feels triflin' energy draining
Hey-ey-ey!
Poppy ain't got no home training

Whomp upside the head
Whomp on upside the head...etc.

I got...

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I've been bouncing around
Trying hot coals, jogging, shiatsu, cooking, golf great books
Crochet, croquet, fitness clubs and the stylish looks
Tried shiatsu, psychic hotline, Rollerblades, stamp collecting, comic books
Never did jack for me

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun - try and try again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place under the sun

Finding my place, my place, my place under the sun

I've been pushing my fingers into gloves,
Getting into doves
With guidance from up above
Don't tell anybody but I might just have a little bout with love
Test driving a new accent, cars,
Posing as a confident gent (confident gent)
Tried indifference
Never did a thing for me

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place under the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun.
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun

Iambic pentameter (pentameter)
Sonics.
Nihilism, cynicism, catechism, jingoism, jism
Hypnotism, mesmerism, poetic symbolism
Efrem Zimbalism

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place
Find my place under the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun

In the swirling howling winds
The swirling howling winds
To find my place in the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin'....

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