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My Pleasure
03:58
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May I bring you towels, sheets and wash your underwear?
May I rub your neck and comb your hair?
May I throw away your junk and trash?
Then wipe off your table and empty your ashtray?
May I pour you a beer, or two, or three?
Chicken or pasta? How was your steak?
I smile when you yell at me, God, I’m not faking, when I say, it’s my…
…Pleasure, I’ll do anything for you!
It’s my goal to make you happy through and through
It’s my pleasure, oh absolutely, Sir!
What can I do for you?
May I make your bed and read your complaints?
Your faces and toenails lacquer with paints?
May I sing you a song, or two, or three?
But keep eating your sandwich, it’s all for you, not for me.
My Bachelor of Art’s more useful than it seems,
for eight bucks an hour I’ll fulfill your dreams,
from riches to rags, my American Dream,
unlimited freedom is not what it seems, it’s my goddamn…
…Pleasure, I’ll do anything for you!
It’s my goal to make you happy through and through
It’s my pleasure, oh absolutely, Sir!
What can I do for you?
But when darkness falls, I say “Adieu”
make my malicious thoughts come true
Leave me alone, you snobbish pricks! It’s enough!
I’ll Rip off my apron, spit in your soup, step on your steak
It feels so good
Throw off my nametag, pour beer in your bed and smash your TV
It feels so good
You’ll soak in your cocktail, I’ll chop off your hair, dump waste on your
frontyard
It feels so good, yes, it feels so good!
Now here’s a reality, the way that I see it,
I’ll take that damn bed and you’ll serve instead.
Like puppets on strings, you’ll bring me sweet things,
with “What is your pleasure?” and “All for your leisure!”
You’ll bow and you’ll scrape, such sweet Jack’a’Napes,
and should you displease me, I promise, you’ll feel me!
Now, dance till you drop, till your arrogance pops,
I’m done with your wining, your childish pining
for someone with nametag to carry your fucking bag!
So, come along, folks, harness your yokes and sing: “It’s our…
…Pleasure, I’ll do anything for you!
It’s our goal to make you happy through and through
It’s our pleasure, oh absolutely, Miss!
What can I do for you?”
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Song About Nothing
03:30
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I would like to write a song full of anger full of rage.
All the questions in my head all laid out no secret “Why’s”
But instead I’m sitting in this room , very soon I’ll leave.
All the grieving quietly swallowed, it is what it is.
When people look at me, they see you in my face.
We share body, nose and hair, I hope my heart’s a different color.
You kissed her sitting on a tree, loved and gave her a ring.
But if I try to spell this feeling inside, there is nothing.
I often wonder who you are, there are few things I know:
That we talk twice a year, but I’d never say “I love you”.
It is not my fault that I am here, and your blood’s in my veins,
I would like to love or hate, how hard can that be?
How hard can that be?
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The Forest Queen
03:47
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Snowflakes
03:33
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Leaves fall from the trees, the moor glows.
It releases a shivering breeze, summer’s a long time ago.
It tickles my toes and creeps up my neck,
winds up my spine. I close my eyes and feel
Snowflakes, cold like little ghosts
Leave a blanket of frost on my heart
The sky’s all white and winter dead
The ground cracks and falls apart.
The joyous songbirds’ tunes still linger in my ear.
A reminder of laughter gone by when you called me your dear.
The cranes have already moved towards the sun.
Like you they left behind a desolate world where
Snowflakes, cold like little ghosts
Leave a blanket of frost on my heart
The sky’s all white and winter dead
The ground cracks and falls apart.
Ooo, up above a crystal clear cover
Ooo, the snow white dove’s wings are numb as
Snowflakes, cold like little ghosts
Leave a blanket of frost on my heart
The sky’s all white and winter dead
The ground cracks and falls apart.
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They call me Jeanne Baré, a woman wild and brave
I’m sick of stove and home, yet not afraid of storm and waves.
I wanna ship the world, for nobody must know,
I wear a hat and boots and pants, hey hey, I’m Jeanne Baré.
Chorus:
Hoist the sail, lead me astray, my love, goodbye.
Your voice, frail and frailer, my love, goodbye! The see calls me!
My sweetheart we must part, the ship has sailed ashore,
you know I love you so, though adventures I love more.
Tonight I’ll flee from thee, the salt in the air
is tearing our bond of love, hey, hey, I’m Jeanne Baré.
Chorus
My alter ego Jean Baré is clever bold and wise,
he hides the wife in me, no one will notice my disguise.
At your service am I, respected captain, ay, ay!
My heart and soul are strong as steel for I am Jeanne Baré.
Chorus
Night and day, and day and night, the handsome cabin boy
looks lively for and aft, swabs the deck until it shines.
Back and forth and forth and back, I swing the mob and smile,
miles and miles of blue around me, here’s where I’m supposed to be!
Chorus
It’s the twentieth night on sea, the crew’s a roaring crowd,
bottles of rum are piling up, the manners getting rough.
I close my eyes and dance… suddenly I feel steel,
running up my shirt - a cut! My snow white breasts revealed!
“This woman can be part of the crew, this woman can’t be part of the crew
Grab her and throw her over board, grab her and throw her over board!”
I’m lying on the ground of the sea, my coffin a pink orange coral.
And there is nothing to regret, nothing to regret, nothing to regret, nothing to regret.
To watch the sunrise from the mast, each and ev’ry single day was worth to die for!
And there is nothing to regret, nothing to regret, nothing to regret, not a thing to regret!
For I’ll eternally be Jeanne Baré!
Hoist the sail, lead me astray, my love, goodbye.
Your voice, frail and frailer, my love, goodbye! The see calls me!
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Better Man
04:00
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A few years ago, I was pretty, pretty young, I listened to the crap you had to say.
Quite a while ago I often bit my tongue instead of saying: “Hey! That was not OK!”
When I was a girl, I was pretty, pretty dumb, I didn’t run and scream when you said
things like that:
“Your laugh hurts my ears, can you just shut up and smile?
I know, it’s your birthday, but sorry, we are done…
Thank you, babe, you were so great, what’s taking you so long?
No, I won’t put that thing on, it just doesn’t feel right, it just doesn’t feel right.”
God, I really, really…
Hope that the boy that you’ll squeeze out of your groins will be a better man, will be a better man
I Hope that the boy that you’ll squeeze out of your groins will be a better man, will be a better man than
you lalalalalalaaa a better man, better man, a better man…………… I
Hope that the boy that you’ll squeeze out of your groins will be a better man, will be a better man
I Hope that the boy that you’ll squeeze out of your groins will be a better man, will be a better man than
you lalalalalalaaaa a better man, better man, a better man than you!
It’s June, I’m back, and I’m walking through those streets that remind me of a few years ago.
When you shut me up, because you were afraid no one would listen to the crap you had to say.
I was just a girl and I was way, way too dumb, I believed you when you said
Things like that:
“You will never make it sweetie, better stop it now!
If you don’t wanna do it with me, you don’t really love me, you don’t really love me.”
God, I really, really…
Hope that the boy that you’ll squeeze out of your groins will be a better man, will be a better man
I Hope that the boy that you’ll squeeze out of your groins will be a better man, will be a better man than
you lalalalalalaaa a better man, better man, a better man…………… I
Hope that the boy that you’ll squeeze out of your groins will be a better man, will be a better man
I Hope that the boy that you’ll squeeze out of your groins will be a better man, will be a better man than
you lalalalalalaaaa a better man, better man, a better man than you!
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