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You Were My Son
04:47
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You were my son and I was your dad
can you remember the good times we had
ok there weren't many, well maybe just one
and you were my son and I was your dad
what was I thinking, where did I go
what was I drinking, your mother would know
she tried to keep up but I always won
and you were my son and I was your dad
you seem like a loner, the uncomfortable type
the kind that starts living when there's no sign of life
and it's all in what you dream and not in what you done
and you were my son and I was your dad
now there's a strangness little flashes of peace
and it's nothin to hold on to and it's nothin to keep
nothin to try to make sense of,no smokin gun
and you were my son and I was your dad
do you remember my father, ok maybe you don't
he died when you were younger but he left me a note
and that note made me promise to keep up my chin
but I thought it said gin and I was your dad
guess it's time to wrap up now, guess it's time to go home
and I feel pretty lucky cuz i'm never alone
and my heart had it's reasons for the things that it done
when I was your father and you were my son
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Illusion
04:13
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Verse
The only reason I just touched ya is cuz I felt awkward
only reason I just held your hand is cuz I got nervous
Chorus
when we get home i'm gonna shut down like a circus
this is an illusion
Verse
The only time I ever feel comfortable is when i'm alone, only time I ever get to be alone is when i'm uncomfortable, just livin the dream yes the party starts and ends with me baby, with my moods, my half truths and my songs
Chorus
when we get home i'm gonna shut down like a circus
this is an illusion
Bridge
do you really wanna spend the rest of your life with this person, someone that makes you feel so badly about yourself, who takes it for granted that you're always gonna be there for him, who you have to tip toe around and pretend to be somebody else
Chorus
when we get home i'm gonna shut down like a circus
this is an illusion
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Crazy Party
03:37
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Somebody call me on my cellphone
Somebody tell me I’m an asshole
This is a crazy party isn’t it
And there are lots of beautiful people
You gotta check out Ram Dasse’s bathroom
He had the sink hand made in Bali
He got a house in Costa Rica
Didn’t his name used to be Steve?
This is a crazy party isn’t it
And there are lots of beautiful people
And so it begins
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is waved like a carrot
In front of a mess
Of unhappy souls
Who wanna feel better
And think that it’s wrong to be feeling
Anything but super happy
And oh, what’s the secret
These people don’t seem to have problems
Somebody call me on my cellphone
Somebody tell me I’m an asshole
This is a crazy party isn’t it
And there are lots of beautiful people
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Stingray
05:08
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Since I wrote that song my muse has killed herself and the other one is fucking mental
And I have aged a little, lost my pickle trying to do the right thing
A ton of regrets and lost respect and found religion on the way back down
I might adjust but I can’t change and that is the shaky ground I’m standing on
I am always fucked
And almost never free
To be my fucked up self
And my soul hurts too just like you, aches and moans but the way everybody roles these days
You cannot tell, it’s all fantastic, great, fine how are you, I’m fine too
But none of my friends have changed they’re all exceptional
And they’ll be that way forever
The moves they’ve made may seem like the moves everyone else has made but that’s just cuz you don’t know them
I am always fucked
And almost never free
To be my fucked up self
I remember very distinctly these words that my father said to me
He licked his fingers, sighed and moaned “just out of idle curiosity, son, what were you thinkin? Did you wanna get caught with that knife in your pocket in the parking lot?” but I was just showing off, just trying to be liked by the popular kids, with the sting ray bikes
That’s basically where I’m at oh and I got fat
Did I forget to mention that
But the truth is it’s always been an issue, fatty tissue and my ass have always got along swell
And although I can’t tell what you’re thinking I can see by what you’re drinking that we’re both chompin on the same bit
From our fingers to our toes we both compose but we’re afraid to make the cold calls
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Craig Elkins Los Angeles, California
Craig Elkins, the former frontman for Huffamoose (Interscope) & Phila. ex-pat, lives in Southern California with his
fabulous wife, insane 10 year old daughter, 4 cats and a dog.
"There isn't a more brutally honest songwriter in America" writes Andrew Ervin, author & music critic.
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