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I REALLY LIKE IT
02:24
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If I was a mountain, you would be my guide.
If I was an Uber, you would be my ride.
Rockin' the highway to our favorite song.
Looking for a place where we can both belong.
If I was an apple, you would shake my tree.
If I was a garden, you would be my bee.
See, I got this idea, buzzin' in my head.
I'm a dog, you're the leash, where will we be led?
And I really like it.
I really like it.
I really like when you are around.
If I was a juicer, you would be my squeeze.
If I was repentant, you would be my knees.
But I won't ever be sorry for the way I feel.
And I don't pray to any god but you can make me kneel.
And I really like it.
I really like it.
I really like it when you are around.
Music and lyrics by Gary West/BMI
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SHELTER
03:09
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When Jesus was a friend of mine,
he always had a lot of wine
and we'd
drink it through the evening, and
share our darkest fears.
He said no one's listened to a single thing Ive said for years.
Then Gandhi drove up in his car
He said 'do you know where we are?'
I said I don't know, but I can tell you who and what I am.
He said, 'son, that doesn't matter, no one
really gives a damn.
See, we just need some shelter
before it drops and melts her.
Yeah we just need some shelter
from your shitstorm.'
And Martin had this good idea.
He said 'I'm goin' back, I'll see ya.'
When he returned he said
'I just couldn't care less.
We died for nothin,, everything's
a fuckin' mess.
And we just need some shelter
before it drops and melts her.
Yeah, we just need some shelter
from your shitstorm.'
Yeah, we just need some shelter
before it drops and melts her.
We just need some shelter from your
shitstorm.
Yeah, we just need some shelter,
'cause it's gonna drop and melt her.
So we just need some shelter.
Yeah we just need some shelter.
'Cause we're gonna drop it, and
melt her.
Yeah, we just need some shelter...
from your shitstorm.
Written and performed by Gary West/BMI
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BAG OF BONES
02:58
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Last night, I stumbled in at four.
I didn't even make it back to the bedroom door.
That's when I realized, as I lay prone,
that I'd probably wake up in that house alone.
I've begged you before---don't walk out that door.
Honey, I need you to sweep me off of the floor.
So tell me, how can we make this last
without somebody bringing up my sordid past?
It drives me insane, to work for no gain, and honey I can't see the sunshine through the rain.
Honey I need you to be my pleasure, not the pain.
How can I be such mess, it could be anybody's guess.
I'm told I don't have what it takes, so I just keep making all the same mistakes.
I just wanna...I wanna make it work.
But everybody else thinks I'm nothing but a jerk.
All the chances I've blown, yeah, this weight is my own.
But honey, I can't fight off all these sticks and stones.
Honey without you I'm just a broken bag of bones.
I'm just a bag of bones.
Music & Lyrics by Gary West/BMI
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There's another person deep inside I don't know.
He hides in the corner of my mind.
And if I look too closely, or open my eyes,
I am afraid of what I'll find.
I try to keep him in the dark.
Because I'm afraid to light a spark.
He spends his days in silence,
I don't let him speak.
I'm too afraid of what he'll say.
I try to keep him bound, I try to keep
him weak.
I try to keep his thoughts at bay.
But every day, I must confess,
he's getting harder to suppress...
'Cause there's an angry man inside.
There's an angry man inside.
I'm an angry man inside.
I'm an angry man.
Music & Lyrics by Gary West/BMI
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Gary West Saint Augustine, Florida
Self-proclaimed legend Gary West is a songwriter and lackluster musician from the suburban hills of Pittsburgh, now
currently residing in the nation's oldest racist town: St. Augustine, FL.
Older and angrier than ever, Gary fires up a bunch of cheap guitars and software plugins to bring you his latest failed experiments in who knows what genre.
Sometimes it's rock, sometimes it's not.
... more
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