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The Last Angry Man
03:28
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He’s waiting on the clouds to go ahead and break
He’s waiting on the grounds to go ahead and shake
He's waiting on the dealer to play one good hand
He's waiting on his hundred to turn into a grand
He’s waiting on his will to go ahead and cave
He’s waiting on his savior to hurry up and save
He’s waiting on the women to see what they’re missing
He’s tired of all the frogs he’s been kissing
He's changing with the times, but he’s still set in his ways
He can’t afford to leave and he can’t afford to stay
He's waiting on the clown to pop out of the can
They keep winding him up
He's the last angry man
He's waiting in God's waiting room with a People magazine
He’s waiting on that big phone call that changes everything
He’s waiting on a reason to get him out of bed
He stood in line forever and it never moved ahead
He's changing with the times, but he’s still set in his ways
He can’t afford to leave and he can’t afford to stay
He's waiting on the clown to pop out of the can
They keep winding him up
He's the last angry man
He hears the wind a’ whistle and it whistles, it whistles a hymn
He hears the thunder clapping and it’s clapping, it’s clapping for him
And he stops and he starts and stops
And he stops and he starts and stops
And starts up again
He's not waiting on Medusa to look him in the eye
He’s not waiting on Big Foot to come running by
His whole world around him, all he sees is angry men
He’s not alone or crazy, just every now and then
He sees the clouds above go ahead and break
They laugh and put him down it puts a smile on his face
Now they’re waiting on the clown to pop out the can
He keeps winding them up, he keeps winding them up
He’s the last angry man
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2. |
Hollywood Forever
03:02
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You were great, we loved you
It was a homerun and a bullseye
You couldn’t have done it any better
We’re gonna go with the other guy…
Maybe next time, maybe next year
So they leave you in the dark
You never knew it hurt so bad
Coming so close and missing the mark
I’ll be at the Formosa Café, Formosa of the day
I’ll be down in Hollywood Forever below a wilted bouquet
I’ll find my own watering hole for the head cold in my soul
And they’ll keep serving you a mayonnaise sandwich on a silver tray
Red ribbons, silver medals
Go better with my hair and eyes
Like Bobby Knight throwing a chair
I’ll take a second place first prize
Bring me flowers, pebbles and stones
I’ll be waiting in a place forgot
You know it doesn’t hurt so bad
Coming so close and missing the plot
I’ll be at the Formosa Café, Formosa of the day
I’ll be down in Hollywood Forever below a wilted bouquet
I’ll find my own watering hole for the head cold in my soul
And they’ll keep serving you a mayonnaise sandwich on a silver tray
I’ll be at the Formosa Café, Formosa of the day
I’ll be down in Hollywood Forever below a wilted bouquet
I’ll find my own watering hole for the head cold in my soul
Where I’ll be serving you a mayonnaise sandwich
A big, fat mayonnaise sandwich
I’ll be down in Hollywood under the stars on a silver tray
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3. |
Trophy Case
02:50
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Play stupid games, win stupid prizes
People eating trolls wearing people disguises
She’ll make you work for it, then she’ll make you sing
You can see the tan line ‘round her wedding ring
She’s a blessed woman with a fortunate life
A very good mom and a terrible wife
Thought you were immune, thought you’d be strong
All you got was a trophy with your name spelled wrong
Sleeps all day, she bathes in milk
Hunts her prey at night in a robe of silk
Now, she never felt a thing, never felt remorse
Said she loves you, but she won’t get a divorce
You’re a blessed man with a fortunate wife
A solid breadwinner with a terrible life
Thought you were immune, thought you’d be strong
All you got was a trophy with your name spelled wrong
The hourglass won’t flip back over
Too late to close the barn door
Don’t wear your diamonds to the grocery store
She’s so cold, her pipes don’t freeze
Left you standing all alone with a beard of bees
You’ll never stop chasing all that you’ll never know
You guess it’s easier to stay than to pack up and go
She’s a blessed woman with a fortunate life
A very good mom and a terrible wife
Thought you were immune, thought you were strong
All you got was a trophy with your name spelled wrong
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Seat At The Table
03:29
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Will you outlive your money?
Will your money outlive you?
Do you have your own seat at the table?
Or are you on the menu?
Do you go to work on Monday?
And bust balls about the bottom line?
Do you go to church on Sunday?
Where you make it all okay in your mind?
No one’s sitting with you, no one’s sitting with you
You’re sitting all alone, but you got your own seat at the table
You’re sitting all alone, but you got your own seat at the table
You’re sitting on a throne, a little bit unstable
Did you take them all to the cleaners?
Did you train ‘em how to sit and beg?
Are you padding the bills? Are you cooking the books?
Did you make ‘em pay an arm and a leg?
Did you stick it to them ‘til they went hungry?
Did you bleed them ‘til they can’t even feel?
Did you read about that Machiavellian guy?
Getting ready for your last meal?
No one’s sitting with you, no one’s sitting you
You’re sitting all alone, but you got your own seat at the table
You’re sitting all alone, but you got your own seat at the table
Now your kids are all grown, a little a bit unstable
When the villagers storm the castle
Will you run away and hide in a hole?
They’ll be hearing a sound, your body hitting the ground
No one’s saving your soul, no one’s saving your soul
You’re sitting all alone, but you got your own seat at the table
You’re sitting all alone, but you got your own seat at the table
You’re sitting on a throne, your kids are all grown
Do you go to work? Are you doing fine?
Will it trickle down? While we marking time?
If we ask for more are we out in the street?
When it costs too much do you turn off the heat?
Did you win big? Do ya keep score?
Did you take it all? Then a little more?
Will you cut them all loose? Are you closing the blinds?
While the rest of us all scared out of our minds
Did you burn through your money?
Did your money burn through you?
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5. |
Holding It Together
03:31
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Right below the surface
Where a land mine sits
One wrong move
And I’ll blow us all to bits
I’ve been bumping into things
I’ve been spilling all my drinks
My gutter’s overflowing
And I watch while the foundation sinks
I’ve been laying low
I blame it on the weather
I don’t want anyone to know
I’m over here trying to hold it together
I kill them all with kindness
Somehow they come back from the dead
So I keep killing them with kindness
It’s better for my head
I reinvented reinventing
But I still have the same face
My hindsight is fifty-fifty
And I always end up back in the same place
I’ve been laying low
This spell is going on forever
I don’t want anyone to know
I’m over here trying to hold it together
I’ve been turned down, turned away
Turned off and turned blue
Held it together too long
Until it broke off and shattered in two
Man, I’ve had it with this scene
Where all the insults are hurled
I think I’m cutting out on this circus
I think I’ll run off and join the world
I’ve been laying low
But nothing lasts forever
And when I’ve got nowhere to go
I’ll be over here…trying to hold…
Before I get too old…
I’m over here, here, here…
Holding it all together
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6. |
Firing Squad
03:45
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Maybe I’ll write that song about drinking and smoking them drugs
Maybe I’ll write about my old flame or no female thugs
All of the other songwriters all got there first
Maybe what I’m keeping from you is a little bit worse
Maybe I thought I was Jesus when I heard a voice from God
Maybe I talk to myself in public even though I look odd
You can visit me anytime in the fifth floor of my mind
Give me a blindfold, a cigarette, and take me to the firing squad
Maybe they locked me up in a room with no windows
Maybe that white-padded wall felt good when it’s hitting my nose
Could have been a dream – it was a long, long time ago
Maybe it was or it wasn’t, if it was, well you’ll never know
Chorus
Maybe I’m a prime candidate for electro-shock therapy
Maybe that judge couldn’t tell when I committed perjury
All those other ones, I never could make them see
You better put on your kid gloves if you’re getting close to me
Maybe I thought I was Jesus when I heard a voice from God
Maybe I talk to myself in public even though I look odd
Maybe they put me in isolation, over a silly little altercation
Maybe I was self-medicating, or maybe I was really levitating
Well, you can visit me anytime in the fifth floor of my mind – Cmaj7
Give me a blindfold, a cigarette, and take me to the firing squad
Give me a blindfold, a cigarette, and take me to the firing squad
Maybe I did or I didn’t, if I did, well you’ll never know
You better put on your kid gloves if you’re getting close to me
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7. |
Stay On The Outside
03:03
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Do you ever live on the outside?
Waiting to go on the big ride?
You knock on the door and wait
You look in the window and see
Everybody's in there looking fancy, fancy free
Do you ever live on the inside?
Sitting on the top of the big slide?
You watch every move you make
You think before you speak
Everybody's watching you, there's no room in there to breathe
Stay on the outside, Stay on the outside
Stay on the outside and shoot in
Stay on the outside, where we gang up in two by twos
Stay on the outside, where it’s okay to win or lose
Stay on the outside, just you and your elephant skin
Stay on the outside and shoot in
Do you ever live on the inside?
With nowhere left to run and hide?
You look over your shoulder and wait
For the house of cards to fall
Don’t know who your friends are?
Do you have any friends at all?
Stay on the outside, Stay on the outside
Stay on the outside and shoot in
Stay on the outside, where we gang up in two by twos
Stay on the outside, where it’s okay to win or lose
Stay on the outside, just you and your elephant skin
Stay on the outside and shoot in
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8. |
Top Of The Fridge
02:30
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On the top of the fridge, my top-secret place
Where I stash all my treasure nothing else can replace
A jar of raspberry preserves, they come in the mail
From my hippie mother-in-law on the Oregon Trail
She been growing those berries back deep in the woods
When harvest time comes, she’s the gal with the goods
We take a zip-lock bag, drop a jar inside
Nothing hazardous or perishable, we ship nationwide
To the top of the fridge, the top of the fridge
On the top of the fridge, I keep my glasses and keys
Bills I haven’t paid for all my overdue fees
But the blue-ribbon winner in the old glass jar
Raspberry preserves for the way that I are
Every night around ten, maybe nine forty-five
I’m like a big brown bear getting in a beehive
I go Buzz-a-buzz-buzz, a-buzz-a-buzz-a-buzz-buzz
My doctor said it’s legal, ain’t afraid of the fuzz
On the top of the fridge, the top of the fridge
It’s where I mind my own business, where I clear out my head
Take my ugly thoughts, send them down on a sled
’Til they drain out one side, tumble way down low
To the bottom of the fridge, a place I don’t go
The bottom of the fridge, a place I don’t go
On my father’s old fridge, back to where it began
I’d get up on a stool and I’d check out my old man
I found raspberry preserves, like I’m having now
Never knew what I was knowing, never caught me no how
On the top of the fridge, the top of the fridge
To the top of the fridge
To the top of the fridge
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9. |
Burial Grounds
02:52
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They raise the ticket prices
And name the stadium after a bank
I’d take you out to the ballgame
If we had any gas in the tank
We see the fireworks in the distance
If we listen, we can hear The Sounds
Our team is cursed playing home games
Over those Indian Burial Grounds
They named the stadium after a bank
It’s save, save up for the home team
Maybe you can get a ballpark frank
For it’s one, two, three, four and you’re walking
And they’re laughing all the way to the bank
We hear the crowd from our front porch
They’re drinking beer and eating crackerjack
If they don’t win, is it really a shame?
Do we care if we ever go back? No…
They named the stadium after a bank
They know where all…the bodies are buried
They still hem and haw and debate
They’ll never know, the weight you carry
Never let you slide into home plate
Do we care if we ever go back?
Do we care if we ever go back?
Do we care if we ever go back?
Do we care if we ever go back?
They named the stadium after a bank
(Do we care if we ever go back?)
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10. |
Plan B
03:37
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You can’t see wind in a photograph
You can’t feel heat on tv
You won’t smell rain on the radio
You won’t see a ghost in 3D
There’s no doctor, there’s no nurse
If God has a plan come to me
I’m either stuck in a standstill, or going in reverse
If God has a plan what’s plan B?
You won’t find truth in my polygraph
I won’t say I’m afraid of you
You’re all smoke and no fire
But even smoke kills too
There’s knots in my stomach, knots in my tears
If God has a plan come to me
Those lumps in my throat, they’ve been lumping for years
If God has a plan what’s plan B?
Who does the universe ask for favors?
Who does the universe deceive?
Who does the universe ask for favors?
Who does the universe believe?
You can find hope on an epitaph
You can lose it all and you weren’t wrong
You can find truth in a belly laugh
We can burn bright, but not long
Every sun casts a shadow, every shadow casts a sun
You can lose it all and go free
The hill’s getting steeper
And the hole’s getting deeper
If God has a plan what’s plan B?
Who does the universe ask for favors?
Who does the universe believe?
Who does the universe ask for favors?
If God has a plan what’s plan B?
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Matt North Nashville, Tennessee
“I started writing songs in my 30's and started finishing them in my 40's.” – Matt
North
Raised on equal doses of Hee-Haw and Soul Train in Champaign, IL, North began as a neighborhood drummer jamming to Devo and Kiss albums in his garage. His father’s family were Scotch-Irish coal miners in Harlan County, KY. At 15, he worked at Farm Aid I picking up trash. He blames that day for pursuing music.
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