Twenty Eight Turns
by Independent Memes
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Wrong Side of the Door
03:04
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Shake my Fist
03:42
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Margarita the Maid
04:00
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Nutjob
03:29
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Waiting
03:12
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Mailman
03:26
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released 01 March 2011
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- Track Name: Wrong Side of the Door
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I'm on the wrong side
Wrong side of the door
Always looking for something else
Three kinds of better
Something more
I'm on the outside
Outside looking in
Kicked out and on my own
Nothing better
No way to win
Take me
Through that magic door
Over there it's summer
The grass is oh so green
It's warm but not too hot
A picture-postcard scene
Over there she loves me still
A red headed fire in heels
We danced and drank morning's first light
Remember how that feels?
The door is closed
And the window won't open
Opportunity went next door
Blind to my offering
You know the grass smells greener
And everyone looks leaner
Over there can I see
How I could really be
I'm on the wrong side
Wrong side of the door - Track Name: Shake my Fist
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Propped up by a hollow
Vacant stare
At the peeling plaster wall but there's
Nothing there.
Hunger is a buzzard
First of many to come
Picking at you day and night
Til all is dark and dumb
I shake my fist
Right at the skies
And I ask God
Why oh why
Why do you let
Such evil thrive?
Why don't you wipe
The tears from our eyes?
But I put my hands down
Down by my side
Too afraid you see
He'll ask the same of me
How in heaven's name
Did it come down to this?
Sleeping on the ground
Goodnight concrete kiss
Old Joe lived in cardboard
Didn't even own a wallet
Shot in the head last night
For the lint in his pocket
I shake my fist
Right at the skies
And I ask God
Why oh why
Why do you let
Such evil thrive?
Why don't you wipe
The tears from our eyes?
But I put my hands down
Down by my side
Too afraid you see
He'll ask the same of me - Track Name: Margarita the Maid
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On the trip of a lifetime
Shootin' animals in the wild
Such a long flight so far from home
Shots of sky, and shots of Jack
Away for an endless month
Up the elevator to home
On our forty-second floor
Why oh why does it smell like that?
Checked the kitchen in anticipation
Checked the garbage, searched for seepage
Looked in every drawer and behind each door
Couldn't find what we were looking for
We found her naked on the bed
Margarita the maid was dead
A dirty mop in her hand
I guess she couldn't withstand
Hot August afternoons
Poor Margarita
Poor Margarita
The cops said don't touch anything
Wait for the coroner to come
Then they started looking around
Like some morbid lost and found
They nabbed my best Hawaiian stuff
From behind the icecream in the fridge
I had to blame it on the maid
Bless her heart she didn't make a sound
We don't take long trips anymore
And sometimes our friends ask why
We sit them down and pour them drinks
Tell them about that time when...
We found her naked on the bed
Margarita the maid was dead
Poor Margarita
Poor Margarita - Track Name: Nutjob
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I tried to help you out
Sent you my ideas in the mail
Couple of thoughts that you didn't like
Told me to go straight to hell
You know it all already
Nothing I could possibly say
I cluttered up your face with actual facts
But years you've done it this way.
You can blame it on your mother
You can blame it on your cat
You can blame it on your God
But he'll have none of that
You're a nutjob
You overreact
You're a nutjob
No need for the facts
Your ingrown opinion shouldn't make you deaf
My reason bounces off you unharmed
You can't even see what you can't conceive
A battle of wits unarmed
You asked us all, how I'm doing now?
But you don't really want to know
Truth hurts like an infected sore
Gnawing at your tattered ego - Track Name: Waiting
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Babies crying and kids fighting
Businessman pounds his fist
Cell phone chatter and furious texting
Its not supposed to be like this.
They knew we were coming
But it still seems quite the shock
Where did all these people come from?
Must have been one hell of a rock.
We're just waiting
Nothing to do
Bored and frustrated
They don't have a clue
No I don't think they have a clue
No they don't have a clue
How much paperwork could there possibly be?
How slow could this line possibly move?
Can anybody hear me?
Help repair my broken mood
Lame so very lame
Can we get out of here today?
Who can I yell at now who can I blame?
I woke up a young man
Now I'm old and gray. - Track Name: Mailman
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I got a catalog in the mail
Still addressed to you
They didn't know that you'd moved on
Picked up packed up and withdrew
Nothing there in that catalog
Nothing I want to buy
No coupon no sale no volume discount
Just a cheaply scented goodbye
The mailman's the last to know
All our friends saw the signs
They know you've left me here bereft
Alone with stale headlines
Alone with stale headlines
I sent your mail on ahead
Addressed to your new place
But it looks like you've moved on
Turned around messed up a fast about face
Saw the mailman just the other day
And I'll go out on a limb
Maybe he wasn't the last after all
Your kid sure looks like him
