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Unpredictable
03:21
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Maybe it doesn't mean anything, maybe not to you.
If someday she fell into someone else's arms, then what would you do?
Maybe she doesn't know anything, maybe that's her fault
Forsaking absolutely everything, everything and all.
Maybe it's unpredictable, maybe she'll change her mind
Days like those so unforgettable, maybe.
Maybe you just don't feel anything, anything at all
Maybe it's unpredictable, maybe she'll change her mind
Days like those so unforgettable, maybe.
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Teardrops
03:25
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Stop now girl, it's never too soon
I can't hear, our love's out of tune.
And I'm so tired that I can't sleep, my throbbing head, my tapping feet
My heart's a drum, my teardrops are tambourines.
I can't tell just where we went wrong
Who's to say, now we're too far gone
And I'm so tired that I can't sleep, my throbbing head, my tapping feet
My heart's a drum, my teardrops are tambourines.
Now the band is playing our song
and the drunks keep singing along
And I'm so tired that I can't sleep, my throbbing head, my tapping feet
My heart's a drum, my teardrops are tambourines.
Drip drop...
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Creeps Like Me
03:07
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I wear grandmother's ring on my finger, on my finger,
She had a tooth of gold.
Just before she died she said son "You can have my tooth but do I really have to go?"
Just look around and you will see this world is full of creeps like me
You look surprised, you shouldn't be. This world is full of creeps like me.
I keep my uncle Leon in my closet, in my closet
Don't nobody know
Just me and uncle Leon in my closet and they wonder
"Where'd that old man go?"
Just look around and you will see this world is full of creeps like me
You look surprised, you shouldn't be. This world is full of creeps like me.
I knew this pretty girl once, she was 18, maybe
What's a year or two?
One day when she asked me if I loved her, I said
"Baby, what's it worth to you?"
Just look around and you will see this world is full of creeps like me
You look surprised, you shouldn't be. This world is full of creeps like me.
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Wasted Days
03:17
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All the time I wasted with you, telling you everything I'd never do.
All the things that I never meant, following nothing wherever it went.
All the things I dreamed of are gone, I can't see the stars I wished on
All the things I promised to you, I never followed a single thing through.
All those wasted days
All the ways of this malaise are just a haze of wasted days.
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Dull
04:48
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I don't understand what you want from me,
And if I ever did you'd call it wrong.
I could never be what you want me to be,
And if I could it wouldn't be for long.
I've kept all the things I should've thrown away,
And thrown away the ones I should have kept
I remember days when we used to laugh,
But I forget the last time that I slept.
Rain falls on me as the thunder rolls.
Dark clouds take away my sunshine as you
Break down everything we've shared.
And this rainbow looks so dull today.
Turn around and go I can't take anymore,
I can't forget those things you said to me.
I wish I could say that we'll still be friends,
But you and I both know that will never be.
Rain falls on me as the thunder rolls.
Dark clouds take away my sunshine as you
Break down everything we've shared.
And this rainbow looks so dull today.
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Beautiful
03:29
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Forget it, it's over now. Can you believe it?
We have to say goodbye.
So take it or leave it, I'll leave that up to you.
Don't fake it, mistake it for something that's not true.
Oh my god, you're so beautiful
All my love, so beautiful.
I feel so naked, yeah that was wrong.
I was the one that wrote that song.
I'll never take you for granted or forget about you.
So many mistakes now I"m red eyed and blue
Oh my god, you're so beautiful
All my love, so beautiful.
Why'd you run away, run so far away?
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Beans on Toast
03:37
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Riding rails and jumping bails was all I ever knew,
Doing time in every clime and every shade of blue.
Crazy Jimmy and Boxcar Joe and a pocket full of rocks,
On a cold freight train in the pouring rain with a dirty pair of socks
I woke up in a drainage ditch one cold November morn,
I met Rosalee in a pick up truck on our way to old Van Horn
We shacked up in Houston and headed for the coast,
Drinking wine in bright sunshine and eating beans on toast.
I had dreams of magazines and islands in the sun,
Golden rings so many things of which I now have none.
Rosalee, she said to me "I'll love you 'til I die!"
But you know she lied and you know I cried and she never said goodbye...
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Slicktender
04:34
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She's been taking her time but she's finally got something to say
Something witty and funny and silly and wilted and grey
She thinks living her life like she wants shouldn't hurt quite so much
While oblivious ones on their telephones don't keep in touch
I 'll follow You, I'll follow you
She thinks she's learned her lesson the would was to have right now
The entirety of how wrong must not be allowed
She's been taken advantage to young and not seen enough
The slick tender words from the wrong one who needed to touch
I'll fight for you, I'll fight for you
Though well hidden inside her person resides all alone
Swallowing heartache she feels when she thinks of home
She's not bitter or mad she smiles and I fall again
She swears she'll try her hardest until the very end
I'll follow you, I'll fight for you.
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Shaky Paper Hands
04:22
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Inside of you lies some truth, there's a piece there for everyone.
Blind, plastic fools but what to do with all those things that they feel for you.
Who's loving you tonight, making it feel alright? Not me.
I think you tried a bit too hard to get me to believe in you.
I'm an ocean and you don't like to see.
How could you say something like that if you don't really mean it?
I tried to understand as I held your shaky paper hands.
I'm doing fine with all this time that I can't find as I watch it pass me by.
I just can't see what will be of you and me and I start to wonder why.
I won't ever understand it, it's something way beyond me.
But like drops of water in the sea there's so much possibility.
I'm a mountain and you can't climb that tree.
How could you say something like that if you don't really mean it?
I tried to understand as I held your shaky paper hands.
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Albuquerque
03:17
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I could've told you'd never have anyone to blame.
Everything changes yet everything still feels the same.
Don't say goodbye to me tonight, don't leave me feeling so alone.
We could sit and watch the sunrise, greet the brand new daylight.
But please don't tell me that what you feel doesn't
Feel just like rain on a hot summer day late in June.
Oh, it feels so good.
I wish you'd been here that night, one of those bright summer moons
Yeah I'm so sick of living that lie and all those cold night in June
But please don't tell me that what you feel doesn't
Feel just like rain on a hot summer day late in June.
Oh, it feels so good.
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Roger San Diego, California
Roger! is the brainchild of Ernesto Garcia Jr. Hailing from San Diego, they have released 3 LPs, 2 EPs and a live show recording. They have also toured the southwest quite a bit. Ernesto now owns a studio in Escondido, CA and continues to write, record and produce music. Roger! is currently playing shows around San Diego and writing new material. Catch a show soon! ... more
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