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Had A Little Tree
05:41
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Had a little tree, I called her Love.
Home to lots of bees and a nest of birds.
Words I couldn’t speak on her thickened trunk
Told me everything that she felt like showing.
Her roots went on for days, or maybe months,
Of course I’d never really know unless I ran away.
And there is no way I would ever leave her, well,
There was no way I was ever going.
I don’t really have time for this
I don’t really have time for this
When I take naps I still dream of her;
The softest leaf fingers brushing my hair,
The song of those birds, I called them doves.
My little tree was mine all mine, my oh my, she was my little Love.
I don’t really have time for this,
I don’t really have time for this.
You’ve given me a lot of things I’m really gonna miss, but
I don’t have the time.
I don’t really have time for this,
I don’t really have time for this.
You’ve given me a lot, but I’d really rather reminisce, ‘cause
I don’t have the time.
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2. |
A Little For Later
03:54
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Opening all the bottles,
Closing all the gateways,
Jumping over fences,
Learnin’ things the hard way.
Trying to gain some knowledge.
Saving a little rest for later
Later, later, later
Sitting on the back porch,
Sitting next to you, Love.
Running with my eyes closed,
Grooving with the sunrise.
Trying to do my best
To save a little rest for later
Later, Later, Later
Taking rest, decompressing for, all of the lives of One,
Tickled by the trickling tendrils of the morning gifted Sun.
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3. |
That's How Good It Feels
03:51
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That’s how good it feels
Not to know you’re here
Not to be caught in this shit-hole
and to know you’re ours again, once again
That’s how good it feels
There was a time when you thought there was nobody else here
You fell to pieces when you learned once again that you could
Though you’ve been down in the dumps for a while
Life’s given new meaning to your smile
And that’s how good it feels
Not to know you’re here
Not to be caught in this shit-hole
And to know you’re ours again, once again, your ours
That’s how good it feels
You’re not tied to the meaning of the world which awoke you
That’s how good it feels
And you were seen in the dream of someone you’ve never met
That’s how good it feels
Not to know you’re here
That’s how good it feels
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4. |
Girl At The Bus Stop
03:45
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There’s a girl at the bus stop that I wanna sit and meet
She’s got the world wrapped in her hands;
She’s looking right at me
I can tell by the way her hands are pressed upon her knees,
She’s got a lot to think about
Besides talking to me
There’s a girl at the bus stop that I wanna get to know
We can take off all our clothes;
Slip into a sweet dream
There’s a girl at the bust stop way beyond her years
When she smiles it’s ear to ear,
She’s way beyond me too
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Modern Woman
04:54
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She works all day until her work is done
She works all day until her work is done
’Til the setting of the sun
Everyday’s a new day to work on
She breaks her back she’s a mule and a half sometimes
She’s a modern woman, so it’s clear that she’s been left behind
Just a product of the times
I tried to give her thanks, but you know she didn’t want mine
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6. |
Chicken Song
03:40
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Batty Jr. Austin, Texas
Good morning! This is life, a melody-laced landscape of rhymes and stories from the past, present, or whatever else we can grasp. Batty Jr. is a band that captures this world in photographs of song, spirit, and sometimes even a bit of comedy, dramady, or whatever else we can grasp. It’s Sadie! It’s Zeke! It’s Ry! It's Conner! It’s… you! ... more
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