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KHA​-​RIZ​-​MAH

by Stacey Sanders

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1.
The End Of The World 04:10
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They mixing the Kool-Aid in Guyana Lining 'em up at he door We can get away if you wanna, baby I got an account set up offshore The end of the world has already come and gone I think we blinked and we missed it When our eyes are closed it's hard to look around It's a little late to try and fix it It's a little late to try and fix it The son of god is living down in Texas With eighteen wives and ninety six kids Defending his cause of arms and taxes I should have thought of that before he did The end of the world... In between what is real Is simply make-believe What I've seen, how I feel I wear it on my sleeve I just want to be your new cult leader If I could think of a pitch to sell I'd sink it all into futures and options And real estate in Cozumel The end of the world...
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The Dragon's Den 05:04
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Where are you going to my darling To trade your incense in for pearls Down at the old casbah There's a man in a fez with a nasty scar Plays rogue jazz out of this world Where are you going to my baby To trade your pearls in for gold See the dude in the tiger stripes The monacle man with the hookah pipe His blue smoke will stop you cold You'll see colors and waves a-crashing Pinwheels and shooting stars Planets spinning off their axis Psychedelic blue guitars Where are you going to my darling To trade your gold for plutonium Build yourself a briefcase bomb Pretty soon we'll all be gone Your blue smoke will leave us numb We'll see colors and waves a-crashing... Where are you going to my sweetheart To trade your inscense in for pearls Down at the dragon's den You're always welcome back again To play rogue jazz out of this world We'll see colors and waves a-crashing... Where are you going to my darling
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I'm Not Moving 04:48
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It's flooding down in Texas, there's hurricanes in the Keys California is quaking, New York's too much for me I feel at home where I belong, in the middle of the map I'm a wild tumbleweed, but my top speed is much slower than maple sap If I don't move I won't get hurt If I don't breathe I won't get sick If I don't sleep I won't have bad dreams anymore If I don't love you my heart won't break If I don't move I won't get hurt So I'm not moving, I'm staying here when you leave You know I have my reasons for not budging an inch You call them lame excuses then try to make me flinch If I relocate to another state I'm afraid I might lose control It's hard to laugh when your better half just can't make you whole If I don't move I won't get hurt... Look at all these boxes labeled "Anywhere But Here" It's printed loud and clear in big black letters Just send me a postcard when you get settled down Telling me about your job, the town, the weather It's flooding down in Texas, there's 'canes in the Keys California is quaking, but it ain't shaking me Ain't shaking me, ain't shaking me No, I ain't shaking
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Fine Tooth Comb 04:27
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It takes a fine tooth comb just to find your heart And a hammer and chisel just to tear it apart Throwing cold stones is a finer art It takes a fine tooth comb just to find your heart It takes a wishing well just to hold your tears And all your spare change to forget your fears As you drop them in they disappear It takes a wishing well just to hold your tears Fine tooth comb, missing a couple of teeth I really like your style You sure do play the part You're really quite the tease, missing a couple of teeth It takes a ball and chain just to hold you down And all your strength to lift it off the ground I guess you'll drag it behind you wherever you're bound It takes a ball and chain just to hold you down Fine tooth comb, missing a couple of teeth... Fine tooth comb will hunt you down Suck the marrow from your soul Chew you up in little bitty pieces Or maybe even swallow you whole Just when you think you've found yourself On the road that heads for home You're lost in the woods and get eaten alive By a ten foot fine tooth comb Fine tooth comb, missing a couple of teeth...
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She's Hard To Find 04:01
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Talk sure runs cheap but, silence is cheaper Whispers are all I can afford Her promises keep but, I'm not her keeper She runs basement bargains on words On her off days she changes the color of her hair Like she changes her mind When I'm caught looking she's not even there Sometimes she's hard to find Sometimes I'm cold but, she's always colder I can hardly see through her ghost I wouldn't trust her as far as I could know her Who's loving who the most On her off days... Sometimes she's hard to find all the time {A black bird in the dead of night When the moon is full and shining bright} But she's always on my mind all the time Headlines run old, gossip is older Love life gets sliced so thin Sometimes I'm cold but, she's always colder Who'll be the first to give in On her off days...
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All Days Dark and Dreary 05:14
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He switches tracks and jumps from train to train He don't need your money none 'cause he's in love again No one knows how long or if he'll be here tomorrow But, the sun rises and sets in her for him He's walked her roads a hundred thousand times Knows 'em like the back of his hand, rough and cracked with lines Leading to nowhere , but committed to his heart All he knows is she's out there somewhere waiting just for him So he yields to the spirits of the weary Holds his head high for all the crosses carried Says a prayer for all the hatchets buried And stands tall in all days dark and dreary He takes his time and often takes the toll To think of all his friends who never took his soul He needs to wind his heart so it won't stop ticking And why would he ever want to jump when already twice he's fallen So he yields to the spirits of the weary... He laughs for he's outlived all their theories Takes a giant step for all the times he's tarried Keeps on searching for all her treasures buried And stands tall in all days dark and dreary He switches tracks and jumps from train to train...
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Rubenesque Women 03:45
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Well, I was born skinny, but that's ok My baby loves me anyway She was born chubby, but that's alright She has a healthy appetite When they're big and bouncy there's more to love When the pushing comes to shove And she was born chubby, but that's alright My baby keeps me warm at night You ain't ever been downtrodden if you've never been sweepstakes winning You ain't ever been drowning if you've never been swimming You ain't ever been rough riding if you've never been gold digging You ain't ever known love without Rubenesque women That old Dutch master knew where it was at He painted his women slightly fat With a stroke of his brush, the wave of his hand Peter Paul was their best man You ain't ever been downtrodden... Some like 'em thin as a rail Some like 'em big as a barn I just want enough to squeeze Don't want the whole enchilada Just the guacamole salad With a little hot sauce, if you please You ain't ever been downtrodden... Well, I was born skinny, but that's ok My baby loves me anyway
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The Local Forecast 04:17
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Forty percent chance of tears tonight Partly smiley by morning I'm wrapped up in myself again But, at least it keeps me warm I'd stick my neck out in the frozen air If I thought I'd find her there They say it won't last It's blowing so fast it's spinning my weather vane The worst has just passed But, the local forecast mostly calls for pain There's a cold front moving in Over a high pressure system Full of hot air and promises Too many to list I'll stick my neck out when the coast is clear But, til then you'll find me here They say it won't last... My barometer is busted again This time ain't the first A shot of mercury in a dirty glass Might help quench my thirst They say it won't last...
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Papatya 04:51
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Lie with me, cuddle up Gather your fleeting thoughts, let them fly away On beating wings, feathers falling The angels are singing sweet lullabies Daisy girl, open up Let your petals float on the wispy wind There's breakfast on your plate, flowers in your vase I'm just downstairs should you need anything It's 6 a.m., the sun's coming up over Istanbul I'm sipping my espresso in the harbor cafe Showing off your photograph to some tourists from the States They say you have a pretty smile, Papatya Stay with me a little longer now Let your linens fall and take my hand On beating wings, feathers falling We'll fly away and not come back It's 6 a.m., the sun's coming up over Istanbul... It's 6 a.m., the sun's coming up over Istanbul I'm sipping my espresso in the harbor cafe Thinking of you while you sleep in the big bed in our loft I wonder what you're dreaming, Papatya Lie with me, cuddle up...
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Kha-Riz-Mah 04:03
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Forty acres, Mariposa county A perfect hideout from the law Quit my job, sell my possessions Change my name to Kha-Riz-Mah Build a fortress in the a High Sierras Start a cult up in the hills Brainwash the poor downtrodden Strip away their own free will Beautiful women will surround me And do anything I say They'll stand in line just to touch the Kha-Riz-Mah They'll bow down at the feet of the Kha-Riz-Mah I have the mind of Albert Einstein The rugged good looks of James Dean The charm of Grigori Rasputin The way to wash this world clean Fathers, unleash your daughters Won't you let them follow me Lead them to a new salvation My big love will set them free Beautiful women will surround me And do anything I say They'll stop at nothing just to please the Kha-Riz-Mah They'll bow down at the feet of the Kha-Riz-Mah Carnal pleasure, belly full of wine I have the power to make it rain or shine I am the truth, the way and the light Just close your eyes and hold on tight to the Kha-Riz-Mah I am their new messiah Their prophet and their king Hibernation in the Winter Lots of babies in the Spring If I go out in a hail of bullets If I go down in a wall of flame Make sure they send reporters The whole world will know my name Beautiful women will surround me And do anything I say They'll spread the seed and bloom for the Kha-Riz-Mah They'll bow down at the feet of the Kha-Riz-Mah They'll stand in line just to touch the Kha-Riz-Mah They'll bow down at the feet of the Kha-Riz-Mah Beautiful women will surround me and do anything I say
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Brave November 05:07
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It's just another blustery night in Salem, there's children at your door You're passing out the candied apples, but I don't know what for Three hundred twenty years ago you burned us at the stake Damned if we did and damned if we didn't do it I don't remember how it started, it was such a long time ago We were up in Essex county making angels in the snow But angels look like bats I guess to hypocrites and fools Word got around and hysteria stepped in Cold October, won't you usher in the winds And bring to me on wounded wing, my nineteen long-lost friends Brave November, you've come a day too late We've gathered in the graveyard and blown the hinges off the gate We rest upon your rooftops and we nest up in your eaves We rattle all your windows and we rustle all your leaves When you pick up pumpkin pieces scattered in the street Don't you question any shadows that may flicker Cold October, won't you usher in the winds And bring to me on mended wing, my nineteen long-lost friends Brave November, you've come a day too late We've gathered in the graveyard and blown the hinges off the gate I spend my spare time flying 'round the old abandoned church Floating through the rafters scaring pigeons off their perch Statues stand there motionless, their arms held open wide Dust and cobwebs draped upon their shoulders Cold October, won't you usher in the winds And bring to me unfettered wing, my nineteen long-lost friends Brave November, you've come a day too late We've gathered at the graveyard and blown the hinges off the gate
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Red Roofs 05:06
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I need a painter to slap me on the canvas Mix me on the palette but, don't water me down Don't smooth away the edges or iron out the wrinkles Leave me naked as a fat-butted baby Rub a little rouge on my cheeks To start me blushing and keep me honest How's about a little French provincial countryside Bandana woman stomping on grapes In a polka dot dress stained by the juices Her bare feet pressing my wine Add a little gold to her lips To start her smiling and keep her happy Red roofs on yellow houses With orange windows and purple doors White cottony clouds, blue denim skies With green valleys for everyone Bonsoir, Pissaro, what's your first impression Let me feel your pain, let me feel your joy It's all about expression, the look upon your face When it's hanging on my living room wall Is that a little ocher on your brow Or dust and dirt from sweat and toil Red roofs on yellow houses... I need a painter to slap me on the canvas... Red roofs on yellow houses...

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released July 27, 2008

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