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Lottery Prayer
03:51
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dear God
let me win the lottery
I'll give half the money to the poor
hey God
I went to church today
I've never asked for anything before
you know... you know
you know... you know
you know... numbers
come on
I'm just an average man
you can help me change my life
I know
I don't deserve much
but if could, I'd play your numbers twice
you know... you know
you know... you know
you know... numbers
you know... you know
you know... you know
you know... numbers
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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2. |
Sad Reporter
02:39
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hey there sad reporter, nobody gives a damn
about the truth or freedom or the rights of man
people have busy lives and get news when they can
they don't have the time to understand
money is everything
this is the song you sing
your words are beautiful but they don't mean anything
oh you sad reporter, you're not in command
you can't be a team player in a one-man band
people have busy lives and get news when they can
you need to show them how to understand
money is everything
this is the song you sing
your words are beautiful but they don't mean anything
oh poor, sad reporter, when you have control
I know you'll make a difference and redeem your soul
'till then you'll write your stories from your cubicle
get back to work and repeat what you're told
money is everything
this is the song you sing
your words are beautiful but they don't mean anything
money is everything
this is the song you sing
your words are beautiful but they don't mean anything
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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the wind blows and soft rain falls
on the edge of the cliff forever
above the rolling hills and fishing towns
at the mercy of whims of weather
neverending like the sea
are the tears we have to cry
everything is big mystery now
why do people have to die
on the edge, the rain flows backwards
inviting us to ride the winds
through the clear divide between earth and sky
where the ocean shore begins
miles of rock beneath our feet
open passage to the sky
everything is a big mystery now
why do people have to die
the wind blows and soft rain falls
on the edge of the cliff forever
past the rolling hills and farming towns
at the mercy of whims of weather
miles of rock beneath our feet
open passage to the sky
everything is a big mystery now
why do people have to die
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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4. |
Flying Horses
03:32
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I can do this now... spread my arms out wide
the horse moves with me... he's my trusted guide
I'm doing better now... than the day before
let me show you how... I'm doing more and more
wings and hooves beneath me, be my guide
help me ride and reach the other side
imagine horses flying through the air
I'll see you when I get there
when I get there
I'll see you when I get there
I can do this now... hold my head up high
everybody sees... horses in the sky
I'm doing better now... than the day before
let me show you how... I'm learning more and more
wings and hooves beneath me, be my guide
help me ride and reach the other side
imagine horses flying through the air
I'll see you when I get there
when I get there
I'll see you when I get there
when I get there
I'll see you when I get there
when I get there
I'll see you when I get there
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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he turned his back on his father
kindness and love, he deplored
spiteful, jealous and hateful
he did evil in the sight of the lord
he went forth in the spirit of lying
hurting people because he was bored
he made ships of wood that were broken
he did evil in the sight of the lord
in church, they called him a pastor
in the shadows, he sinned and he whored
when he thought nobody was looking
he did evil in the sight of the lord
he befriended an elderly woman
made her feel loved and adored
he left once he'd got what he wanted
he did evil in the sight of the lord
in hell, they roasted his body
ate his lips, his legs and his gourd
cooked his guts in the great lake of fire
he did evil in the sight of the lord
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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6. |
Download A Car
02:30
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one day they'll make a machine to replicate common mechanical parts
the only trick will be following the instructions
I'd like to live to see the world's first electronic downloadable car
composed of bits and bytes of compressed files found on the internet
downloadable car
download a car
downloadable car
download a car
I'm getting tired of riding bicycles to my crappy job each day
I'd rather take a car but I need to make more money
pressure rising, rent and bills
when I'm feeling ill, I take more pills
nobody needs to know where the car that I drive came from
downloadable car
download a car
downloadable car
download a car
downloadable car
download a car
downloadable car
download a car
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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it's a shame you don't know me and I don't know you
I'd write you a letter if it could get through
I'm sorry you're lonely but what can you do
when your fame becomes your prison
they say there's a dark side of fame and success
when you stand on the mountain
you stand over the rest
and there's people below you demanding your best
and when you say no
they get so disappointed
and some men can't deal with a woman's success
and they want to dominate
and believe they're the best
and they can't stand the feeling
of feeling like the rest
of the people in this world who aren't famous
as though famous is something we should aspire to be
I'd rather be happy than famous, you see
and become the best person I was always meant to be
'cause I know that most people are more successful than me
but I don't measure success like our sick society
and treat others how I'd like to be treated
my head's in the clouds
my heart's almost pure
and I've looked deep inside myself
just to be sure
but without love I don't know how much longer I'll endure
and I bet sometimes you feel the same way
it's a shame you don't know me and I don't know you
I'd write you a letter if it could reach you
and I'm sorry you're lonely
but what can you do
when your fame becomes your prison
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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8. |
Tail To Tell
02:16
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all dogs have a tale to tell
you can't always hear them
but they wag their tails
happy when you're feeling well
dogs can't say I love you
but they wag their tails
all dogs have a tale to tell
all dogs have a tail to tell
all dogs have a tail to tell
you, they love you
all dogs have a tale to tell
you can't always hear them
but they wag their tails
happy when they're feeling well
dogs can't say I love you
but they wag their tails
all dogs have a tale to tell
all dogs have a tale to tell
all dogs have a tail to tell
you, they love you
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper) and Marcel Dubois
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I am awake by six in the morning
I put on my clothes and find the keys to the car
I hit the road, I can't help thinking
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
I go to work, it's the same thing each day
boss signs the checks for us, he's got all the power
we are like slaves, I can't help thinking
wasting our lives for dollars, hour by hour
I get out of work by eight in the evening
think about how free and how lucky we are
I tear down the road, I can't stop thinking
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
if I could go back to the old days
when I was young and loved and held all the cards
I made mistakes, I can't help thinking
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
who can explain why bad things happen
why good people die and why life is so hard
the night she died I made her a promise
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
nothing to drink and no stops in the bars
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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10. |
Playing With Your Fears
02:56
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dark tunnel look through
don't let them see you
lights out, can't escape
fall like a snowflake
savings disappear
born on a leap year
old age, setting sun
you may have just won
every night… every day of the year
tv's on... playing with your fears... your fears...
retirement death zone
can't afford your own home
taxes, sting rays
somebody else pays
wildfire, cyberwar
in through the back door
credit card kool-aid
necessary upgrade
every night… every day of the year
tv's on... playing with your fears... your fears... BRIDGE
job cuts shark attack
cool makes a comeback
blackberry foul play
this account's a throwaway
two lane sex ring
try almost anything
soap box fair trade
who wants to get laid
every night… every day of the year
tv's on... playing with your fears... your fears...
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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11. |
Federal Reserve
03:39
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we'll make money selling paper
to the federal reserve
printing pictures on the paper
to show the purpose that they serve
we'll get paper from the bankers
with pretty pictures back again
put the numbers in computers
to remember where we stand
there's no love in this world, only people using people
grab yourself a girl
let your pirate flag unfurl
there's no love in this world, only people using people
take what you can get
you can drown yourself in debt
there are two kinds of people
fools and those who understand
we created this illusion
to control the working man
make him struggle his whole life
never let him see the plan
debt as money is freedom
for the invisible hand
there's no love in this world, only people using people
grab yourself a girl
let your pirate flag unfurl
there's no love in this world, only people using people
take what you can get
you can drown yourself in debt
we'll make money selling paper
to the federal reserve
printing pictures on the paper
to show the purpose that they serve
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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12. |
One Night Stand
03:04
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If I said I loved you, that would be a lie
I only really love myself, I don't want to make you cry
I never really cry that much, I don't allow myself to feel
but you can keep pretending what we had was real
all that I am good for is a one night stand
we'll spend the night together, I'll never talk to you again
I don't want to raise your children, I don't want to hold your hand
all that I am good for is a one night stand
If you say you love me, I will have to run away
nothing you could ever do would make me want to stay
I just can't be happy unless I am living free
I wish I could tell you you meant something to me
all that I am good for is a one night stand
we'll spend the night together, I'll never talk to you again
I don't want to raise your children, I don't want to hold your hand
all that I am good for is a one night stand
WILDCAT GUITAR SOLO over VERSE
all that I am good for is a one night stand
we'll spend the night together, I'll never talk to you again
I don't want to raise your children, I don't want to hold your hand
all that I am good for is a one night stand
Written by Ken(an) Gordon (Cooper)
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Ken Gordon Boston, Massachusetts
Hi everyone. I have plenty to add here, years of live shows and more--sign up for bandcamp updates etc. to hear as this page evolves. Thanks for listening.
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