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Infinity War
02:25
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I don't see no ladder to heaven
I don't see no staircase to climb
and on Earth no path to follow
I don't have a grasp on the time
I wake up every morning to find
the sun creepin', watchin' me like some sort of spy
But all I want to catch in the morning
is the infinite dark of the sky
All the cars are speeding to somewhere
All your planes are screaming routine
And the wind don't seem to settle
it's howlin' like a fine machine
I stand on top of this building to find
the moon speakin', tellin' me it's tryin' to hide
If I could raise a home on its surface
it'd be raised on the dark of its side
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2. |
The Company
03:14
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We were hidden within the Misty Mountains
walking through the darkened mines
The man with the staff in our company said,
"That old chamber there beckons us nine"
So we found a white tomb being lit by the shine
The Lord of the mine had been done
His kin bowed his head on the hilt of his axe
as I looked to the well and heard nothin' but drums
We gathered in shade right behind the King's palace
miles from the Moria jam
The Thane of Cawdor played the devil it's known
we decided why not foil his plan
So while trading some words about honor and war
the Thane's cousin arrived on the scene
I heard him say something 'bout family and fate
Mac just simply cried, "They were most precious to me!"
The old winding road that leads down to Philly
begged me to follow the lights
til King Theoden looked me dead in the eyes
sayin', "Haven't ya seen enuff o' tha saights?!"
So with my back to the world we made a quick stop
on Virginia where this group held their keep
I announced to my company that they'd seen me enough
and agreed they should follow the wind to Helm's Deep
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We were coming up the mountain
No one not even a hawk in sight
The shivering trees were crowding
the full moon even all the hawks and a fight
There was nothing that could calm her
though she went and took me on the rise
Soon the valley caught the holler
and boomed back echoes of a rambler's cry
"Fly to the other
even though her lover is some other guy to you
Fly to the other
show her how a lover shouldn't make a woman blue"
Far off into the distance
a single light was shinin' on the hill
I couldn't help but wonder
if someone was lookin' out their window sill
She demanded my attention
and pointed to the only road she'd have us climb
Quicker than a rabbit running
I hopped up and dashed on down the mountain side
"Fly to the other
even though her lover is some other guy to you
Fly to the other
show her how a lover shouldn't make a woman blue"
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4. |
Letter from Lefty
03:22
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I've laid our city's bricks
built it's many roofs
My hands are thick, strong and steady
to clean my grandchild's tush
I won't go jumpin' every Sunday
but I'll listen in it's entire
to our Lady of Angel's sacred hymns
in the loft of the local choir
On the job I curse and pray
I smoke and shoot the bull
It's hard work all the time, I know
but our bellies must be full
You'll never see me off the job
covered in dirt and dust
My clothing's fit for a president
for whom I offer trust
Phillies are in the World Series
Pavarotti's at the Academy
If I could see him and watch the game
Carl Sagan would lose his gravity
A luxury is so rare
like a gemstone so divine
It's something to be laying bricks
with a crossword thinkin' mind
Crowded rowhomes on every block
Everybody's poor
We live the best with what we got
and will never beg for more
Yesterday the neighbor died
shot his daughter first
Talk of the town he lost his mind
when his wife found out the worst
So as I see these buildings rise
pointing ever higher
I hope the people workin' in 'em
know what was required
And as I see these buildings rise
pointing with desire
I hope the owners and the president
still can hear the choir
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5. |
L'Italiano
02:57
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Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Sono un italiano
Buongiorno Italia, gli spaghetti al dente
E un partigiano come presidente
Con l'autoradio sempre nella mano destra
Un canarino sopra la finestra
Buongiorno Italia, con i tuoi artisti
Con troppa America sui manifesti
Con le canzoni, con amore, con il cuore
Con più donne e sempre meno suore
Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria
Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia
Buongiorno Dio
Lo sai che ci sono anch'io
Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare
Perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano
Un italiano vero
Buongiorno Italia, che non si spaventa
Con la crema da barba alla menta
Con un vestito gessato sul blu
E la moviola la domenica in TV
Buongiorno Italia, col caffè ristretto
Le calze nuove nel primo cassetto
Con la bandiera in tintoria
E una Seicento giù di carrozzeria
Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria
Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia
Buongiorno Dio
Lo sai che ci sono anch'io
Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare
Perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano
Un italiano vero
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6. |
Poor Birds Flying
04:07
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A bird found some luck in my window
so it channeled itself out of limbo
His intentions were plain
burst his feathers and brain
to be free from his soon-to-be widow
A whipporwill discovered defiance
Singing a prayer for the violence
The lion and the bear
ran away scared
knowing their plans lost their silence
Another two birds weren't free
for the parasites snuck in with ease
Their antennas and strings
controlled the birds' wings
smashing them into the trees
Some birds want to be left alone
but some falcons have 'em all to their own
Couple claws to the breast
keeps 'em working for rest
flying wherever they're blown
An eagle a fox and a cat
replacing the old autocrats
want to see the bird's fate
on their porcelain plates
for attempting to pity the rats
He couldn't determine his space
through the hard rain a-pounding his face
He soon lost his glide
and fell towards the tides
leaving us a nightmare to trace
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There once was a man named, Manco Mae,
who sailed the ocean blue
He said to his lady, darling love,
"Honey, I'll be back for you!"
With a ship and a crew of gambling men
he bid the coast farewell
No wave was gonna rock his merchant mind
not with all his dogs to sell
For six wicked days they held their own
and kept the ship on the rise
'Til a strange, pearly whale with a thousand scars
Never let escape their cries
For one hundred days the dogs ripped the flesh
and used its' bones for a fire
The whale didn't moan at a single cut
never did it bleed or tire
One day Manco wrote to his darling love,
"Come live in the whale with me!"
He waited to hear the whale take a breath
knowing he could reach the sea
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8. |
Philadelphia Lawyer
03:21
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Way out in Reno, Nevada
where romance blooms and fades
twas a great Philadelphia lawyer
making love to a Hollywood maid
"Come, love, and we'll go a-ramblin'
down where the lights are so bright.
I'll win you a divorce from your husband
and we can get married tonight."
Wild Bill was a gun-totin' cowboy,
ten notches were carved in his gun
and all the boys around Reno
left Wild Bill's maiden alone
As Bill approached the window
two shadows were drawn in the shade
Twas the great Philadelphia lawyer
making love to his Hollywood maid
The night was still like the desert
The moon hanging high overhead
Bill listened awhile at the window
he could hear every word that he said
"Your hands are pretty and lovely,
your form - so rare and divine.
Come go with me to the city
and leave this wild cowboy behind"
Now tonight back in old Pennsylvania
amongst the beautiful pines
Twas one less Philadelphia lawyer
in old Philadelphia tonight
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What is time worth to you
if all you do is fuck around?
Why's the brick that's curved your spine
cemented on you like a crown?
And who's gonna pat it day and night
if the witness can't see the idiot brightenin' up
from feeling so fucking proud?
Oh, my goodness!
Oh, my God!
I'll put a thousand grand on annihilation
now even out my odds!
I'm not one to talk like this
but boy I've turned into a thinker
I drink and drink and cling some more
to the bones of my middle finger
I was told by my friends on a whim
that I make the big seem bigger whenever
they get the sense that I'm triggered
Oh, my goodness!
Oh, my God!
I'll put a thousand grand on annihilation
now even out my odds!
Some day soon you'll be gone
and all your bones'll be inspected
Center stage at the Mutter Museum
will give the people good protection
You were sold from the very beginning
on the shiny fruit tree growin' uncontrolled
inside the gates of connection
Oh, my goodness!
Oh, my God!
I'll put a thousand grand on annihilation
now even out my odds!
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10. |
Philly Special
02:37
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The talons were out in Minneapolis
and the Eagles were strikin' deep
in the guts of a captain and his patriots
who were never gonna fall asleep
The bossman, Doug, screamin' large
said, "Nick, drop 'em a brick!"
They stacked it on the killin' line
and weighed 'em with the heaviest trick
It once was the Philly, Philly
now the Philly Special
Let it roll on over to Boston as it runs
It once was the Philly, Philly
now the Philly Special
Fly, Eagles, Fly to the sun
Nick went yellin' at the birds up front
movin' to the right of the pack
Jason snapped to Corey on the run
pitchin' it to Trey in the back
Torey open deep in the zone
turned 'em all to scrambled eggs
Trey threw it right to Nick
who caught it for the upper leg
It once was the Philly, Philly
now the Philly Special
Let it roll on over to Boston as it runs
It once was the Philly, Philly
now the Philly Special
Fly, Eagles, Fly to the sun
Another half of another fight
took them all to town
'til the whistle blew the end of the night
and all the Eagles touched the ground
The Lombardi trophy hit the air
and everybody hit the sky
Our city shook the United States
everybody jumped and cried
It once was the Philly, Philly
now the Philly Special
Let it roll on over to Boston as it runs
It once was the Philly, Philly
now the Philly Special
Fly, Eagles, Fly to the sun
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Baldini and The Bastards Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
American music;
Debut album
"Al Dente" out now
featuring single "Philly Special";
baldiniandthebastards@gmail.com
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