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Tinytiger
05:14
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Nicotine, American dream. Alcohol, and caffeine.
This way to be free, it’s killing me.
Dry my eyes, American pie. Rivers crossed for cold fries.
Got a monkey on my back, it’s sewn onto my jacket.
See the world, American Girl. Don’t care what y’all heard.
Got a tiger up my sleeve, and it’s ready to be seen,
Tiny tiger up my sleeve, and it’s ready to be seen,
Tiny tiger up my sleeve.
Take the sky on the fourth of July, and I hate the right.
Their way to be free, well it’s killing me.
Still we hide on the great divide, let the tables turn,
Let it ride.
Got a tiger up my sleeve, that’s ready to be seen,
Tiny tiger up my sleeve, and it’s ready to be seen.
Tiny tiger, up my sleeve (and he’s ready to be seen)
Tiny tiger, up my sleeve. (and he’s ready to be seen)
Sylent Tyger up my sleeve.
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Broken
05:05
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Open to, this scene to set the view, brocades and blooms, sugar sun and a honeymoon. And we sang and we danced, knowing all that we make surely can be broken.
You knew me before I had a second chance to be someone else not another man
I knew you like the back of my hand, eyes of avarice,
and you talk like peter pan, at the top of the stairs throwing down the bond you say that can’t be broken, and
all that we made surely can be broken
Be the one to fix what’s broken right away
How do I know?
Like a colt, open eyes, seeing meadows and refusing to be broken, And all that we made surely can be broken.
Be the one to fix what’s broken right away
Welcome to, this scene to set the view, brocades and blooms, sugar sun and a honey moon.
And we say that we’ll try to be the ones to fix what’s broken right away.
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Akimbo
05:39
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Akimbo
Brain damage good. Memory, fools gold.
Blood from my lips, losing all I know
Car crash and I hit the wheel,
headlights and I hit the field,
jump a fence, now in the rows I’m running,
through darkest dark, and lowest lows
Is this the end I know, or the way that I go?
head hangs pretty low, your arms akimbo.
Well this flower’s done, see the petals weep.
You and me kissed by the sun,
I was the bird, you were the bee.
Is this the end I know, or the way that I go?
head hangs pretty low, your arms akimbo.
I’ll follow through, yeah I’ll turn around.
All life is balancing, and never never looking down.
Is this the end I know
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Watch what you say
03:32
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Watch what you say, it’s important to me.
Be careful when crossing your eyes, you may never see this way again.
I don’t need you to dare me to care I need you to love me
Yes it’s true that I’m waiting for you to rise above me
Watch what you say, to me
Give in to mystery and night, dark space and the light
The calm before the storm and the fight
I only believe in my eyes, on what is hard to describe
a kind heart killed by a kind mind.
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Ready & Able
04:46
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There’s a coat in the back, if you’re ready to sneak away.
There’s a key to the door, if you’re able, but don’t give it away.
It’s a place that I run to, when I’m ready and able to hide away.
You’re looking at me for the answer to your miseries, but I hesitate.
And I try to be patient, and concise and wise, but you look away.
Your eyes don’t lie, but I try. And I’m here for you now,
if you’re ready and able, but don’t give it away.
There’s a coat in the back, if you’re ready to sneak away.
There’s a key to the door, if you’re able, but don’t give it away.
It’s a place that I run to, when I’m ready and able to.
It was bound to happen anyway.
The first cut is deep, to the bone.
And I know that it’s far from me to complain.
I pushed you away, you didn’t stay.
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Loving revival
05:16
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I admit I’m easily amused, laying on the floor, in a basement under black lights. And then the lips plant on my neck, with the weight of 16 tons, hey let’s start the loving revival!
You’re gonna miss me like you said you would, running through the backyard, leaving our neighborhood.
I’m gonna write you every single day, I put a pen to paper, our chance for our loving survival!
All alone in your room, windows show us the blooms, and that look on your face, can it really be snowing... today?
When I play “pictures of you”, last dance live the b-side,
All the words you never got to say...
Waking in the morning black cat purring in the doorway, came to my mind the first time I learned that life is cruel and love, unkind.
You’re going to miss me, like you said you would for good...
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Kurt Bielema Urbana, Illinois
... Kurt’s blend of indie, pop, and rock music draws from folk traditions over the past 50 years. Often fingerpicking with an infectious rhythm and sensitive melodies, Bielema’s strength is sincerity that never verges on the saccharine. Straightforward yet poetic, the songs have a very quaint and charming quality to them—they don’t feel too huge, but they touch on timeless emotions and ideas. ... more
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