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Bang your crazy head
04:51
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BANG YOUR CRAZY HEAD
BANG YOUR CRAZY HEAD AGAINST THE WINDOW PANE
LET THOSE TEARS COME ROLLING DOWN YOUR FACE
SCREAM AND CURSE THE GODS THOSE MOTHERF*CKING GODS
THEYíRE THE ONES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL THE WAY YOU DO
YOUR BRAIN EXPLODES AND ALL THE LIGHTS GO OUT
YOUíRE UP SHIT CREEK AND THERE IS NO WAY BACK
SO BANG YOUR CRAZY HEAD AGAINST THE WINDOW PANE
AND CRY CRY CRY
NOW WHISTLE ALONG Ö
© PAUL MCMAHON 1987
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My Life!
02:40
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MY LIFE!
MY LIFE!
MY LIFE IS A CATASTROPHE OF
BROKEN-HEARTED MEMORIES AND PROMISES I
HAD TO BREAK AND COMPROMISES, LIES AND
OLD MISTAKES
MY LIFE!
MY LIFE IS LIKE A SPIDER WEB
INSIDE MY HEAD WHERE THINGS ARE DEAD
OR DYING FAST FOM POISON GAS
THAT MAKES ME GASP
AND I CANπT FIND MY PATH
MY LIFE!
MY LIFE IS LIKE A WICKED CURSE
WHERE SCARY PEOPLE DO THEIR WORST
THEY TURN MY HAND AGAINST MY HEART
AND SQUASH MY HEAD AND
PULL MY SOUL APART
MY LIFE IS LIKE A WISHING WELL
AMBITIONS SWELL AND OVERFLOW
THE BOUNDS OF MY IDENTITY
I CANπT REMEMBER WHICH OF US IS ME
MY LIFE!
MY LIFE IS A GEOGRAPHY
A PINBALL GAME MADE OUT OF ME
WHERE BODY PARTS LIKE KNEES AND EARS
AND DOUBTS AND FEARS FROM ALL THE YEARS ARE STORED
MY LIFE IS NEW IMPROVED AND HIGH TECH
FANTASIES COME TRUE AND SEXY
HEARTBEAT OF AMERICA
I TUMBLE LIKE THE WALL OF JERICHO
MY LIFE IS AN EXCITING BLEND OF
COMEDY AND HIGH ADVENTURE
TRUE ROMANCE AND BIG SUCCESS
IπVE GOT IT ALL AND LIVE IT TO EXCESS
MY LIFE HAS THE AROMA OF A SKATEBOARD IN A COMA
WITH A WOODEN DUCK WHO NEVER CRIES AND
LOTS OF LUCK AND LOTS OF ALIBIS
MY LIFE IS SUCH A POWER GAME
THAT EVERYBODY FEARS MY NAME
AND NO ONE MAKES A MOVE WITHOUT MY SAY
I MAKE THEM CRAWL FOR MY OKAY
MY LIFE!
MY LIFE IS WHERE MY DREAMS COME TRUE
FROM WISHING ON A STAR AND YOU
CAN SEE IπM SUCH A HAPPY GUY
IπM NEVER BLUE AND I WILL NEVER DIE
© PAUL MCMAHON 1987
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Spotlight
02:30
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THE SPOTLIGHT
THE SPOTLIGHT SWEEPS THE HALL
THE CURTAIN GOES UP
THE SINGER STANDS ALONE
THE BAND HAS GIVEN UP
THE HALL IS EMPTY
EXCEPT FOR A COUPLE OF STRAY CATS
IT'S AFTER WORLD WAR 3
BUT THE SINGER'S STILL WEARING SPATS
SO HAUL THAT SPOTLIGHT DOWN TO THE CENTER OF THE STAGE
AGING SINGER'S GONNA ACT HIS AGE
THE BAND IS NEUROTIC
THEY'RE JUMPY AS TICKS
STAGE MANAGER'S IN THE DRESSING ROOM
TAKING A FIX
AND NOW THE TV CAMERAS ARE SET TO ROLL
THE FINAL ACT IS ABOUT TO UNFOLD
WITH LARYNGITIS IN HIS THROAT
HE'LL NEVER HIT A NOTE
BUT THE SINGER STAGGERS ON
AND THIS IS WHAT HE SINGS:
(SEGUE TO KING OF THE WORLD)
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King of the world
02:38
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IF I WAS IF I WAS KING OF THE WORLD
I'D WANT YOU TO BE MY GIRL
BUT WE COULD NOT
NO WE COULD NOT
GET MARRIED OF COURSE
CAUSE I'D HAVE TO TRADE MY KINGDOM FOR A HORSE
BUT WE COULD RIDE BAREBACK THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS
AND WE COULD RIDE RIGHT DOWN TO THAT DEEP BLUE SEA
AND I WOULD ASK YOU BEG YOU PLEASE
WOULD YOU STILL MAKE LOVE TO ME
IF I WAS IF I WAS KING OF THE WORLD
I'D WANT YOU AND ONLY YOU
OH OH BABY IT'S YOU
I'D WANT YOU TO BE MY GIRL
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Misanthrope
02:44
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MISANTHROPE
I DONíT CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK
I KIND OF THINK THAT PEOPLE STINK
I DONíT CARE ABOUT YOUR DREAMS AND HOPES
CAUSE IíM JUST A MEAN OLD MISANTHROPE
I JUST WANT TO GET IN YOUR WAY
I WANT TO MESS UP WHAT YOUíRE DOING TODAY
ASK ME A QUESTION THE ANSWERíS NOPE
CAUSE YOUíRE DEALING WITH A CRUSTY OLD MISANTHROPE
MISANTHROPE MISANTHROPE
I DONíT WANT LOVE I DONíT WANT FRIENDS
THE ONLY THING I WANT IS REVENGE
UH-UH BABY IíM BITTERSWEET
GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND KISS MY FEET
COME ON BABY DONπT BE SHY
POINT YOUR PISTOL INTO THE SKY
WAIT TIL A PASSING AIRPLANE GOES BY
AND AIM THAT PISTOL WITH YOUR EYE
AND BE A MISANTHROPE MISANTHROPE
I CANπT SUCCEED CAUSE I ALREADY TRIED
I CAN NEVER BE SATISFIED
I GAVE UP HOPE A LONG TIME AGO
SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE SAID NO
MY EMOTIONS ARE ALL TIED UP
IπM AFRAID THAT IπM ALL DRIED UP
IπM GETTING OLD BEFORE MY TIME
MISANTHROPE THAT IS MY CRIME
MISANTHROPE
MISANTHROPE
I LOST HOPE
NOW IíM A MISANTHROPE
© PAUL MCMAHON 1987
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oh my Heart
07:42
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OH MY HEART
OH MY HEART
OH MY HEART
TEACH ME HOW TO SEE
TEACH ME HOW TO SEE
OH-OH
OH-OH
OH-OH
MY HEART
OH-OH
OH-OH
OH-OH
MY HEART
TEACH ME HOW TO SEE
TEACH ME HOW TO SEE
TEACH ME HOW TO SEE
TEACH ME HOW TO SEE
� paul mcmahon 1987
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life isn't fair
04:00
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LIFE ISN’T FAIR
LIFE ISN’T FAIR
I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO DESERVE THIS PAIN
OTHER PEOPLE SEEM SO CALM
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING TO GO INSANE
NO IT ISN’T FAIR, IT ISN’T FAIR TO ME
CAN ANYBODY TELL ME WHY
I JUST DON’T SEE
WHEN THE MOTHER ISN’T THERE
LITTLE BABY DOESN’T GET A PROPER START
WHEN THERE’S NO ONE THERE TO CARE
LIFE IS HARDER WHEN YOU HAVE A BROKEN HEART
NO IT ISN’T FAIR THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES
YOU HAVE TO PLAY THE CARDS YOU’RE DEALT
THAT’S YOUR DESTINY
YOU MIGHT WANT TO ROLL UP IN AN EGGSHELL
AND KISS THE WORLD GOODBYE
YOU MIGHT WANT TO PUSH A KNIFE AGAINST YOUR HEART AND DIE
LIFE ISN’T FAIR
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS IT’S TRUE
THERE ARE SOME THINGS OUT THERE
THAT CAN REALLY MAKE A MESS OUT OF YOU
NO IT ISN’T FAIR BUT THAT’S THE WAY IT IS
LIFE ISN’T FAIR BUT IT’S THE ONLY LIFE WE HAVE TO LIVE
LIFE ISN’T FAIR BUT IT’S THE ONLY LIFE WE HAVE TO LIVE
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Song of the Statues
13:34
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THE SONG OF THE STATUES
THE ROOM I LIVE IN HAS TWO WINDOWS
AND I KEEP PAINTING ON THE WALLS
THE PAINT I USE IS DARK AND STICKY
IT MAKES MY ROOM SEEM SMALL
BY PAINTING LAYER OVER LAYER
THE ONE I'M WITH IS ALWAYS WET
AND IF IT EVER DRIED OR HARDENED
IT WOULD CRACKLE INTO DEATH
THAT;S WHY I HAVE TO KEEP ON PAINTING
THAT'S WHY I'M WORKING LIKE A SLAVE
SOMETIMES I DON'T THINK I CAN MAKE IT
THROUGH ANOTHER DAY
BUT IT IS TIME WHO IS THE MASTER
AND TIME IS COUNTING OUT THE SCORE
AND I'LL KEEP PAINTING TIL HE TELLS ME
I DON'T HAVE TO ANYMORE
AH LIFE DESPERATE LIFE
MUST KEEP PACE WITH A DRUM
MY HEART BEAUTIFUL HEART
AND BLOOD THAT'S PUMPING FROM
RHYTHM THAT SURGES FROM THE CENTER
OUT TO THE BLINDNESS AT THE EDGE
OUT TO THE DARKNESS WHERE THE MOON AND STARS
DANCE UPON THE HEDGE
THAT'S WHEN THE WINDOWS CLOSE THEIR SHUTTERS
THAT'S WHEN THE ETHER FILLS THE AIR
THAT'S WHEN MY BODY DOESN'T MATTER
AND THE POUNDING ISN'T THERE
THEN DREAMS BEAUTIFUL DREAMS
WITH THEIR EYES FULL OF LOVE
SURROUND AND EMBRACE
MY SPIRIT LIKE A GLOVE
THAT'S WHEN I WALK INTO MY GARDEN
THAT'S WHEN I DRINK THE MOONLIGHT TOO
THAT'S WHEN I'M TALKING TO MY STATUES
THEY'RE SUCH A LOVELY BLUE
AND IF THEIR POLYCHROME IS CHIPPING
THEN IN THIS LIGHT IT DOESN'T SHOW
THEY SEEM POSSESSED OF PERFECT WISDOM
AND TO CONTAIN AN INNER GLOW
THAT'S WHEN I HEAR THE STRANGEST MUSIC
IT'S LATE AT NIGHT WHEN IT BEGINS
IS IT THE SOUND OF DISTANT SINGING
OR IS IT JUST THE WIND?
IT SCARES A NIGHTBIRD LIGHTLY SLEEPING
STILL I'M NOT SURE OF WHAT I HEARD
IT'S MY STATUES THAT ARE SINGING
BUT I CAN'T MAKE OUT THE WORDS
THE SONG OF THE STATUES
THAT THEY WHISPER AT NIGHT
WHAT WISDON WHAT SECRETS
IN THEM ARE CONCEALED
I SEE THE FREEDOM OF THEIR MOVEMENTS
I SEE THEIR CALM AND STEADY GAZE
I HEAR THE MUSIC OF ETERNITY
WITH A HUMAN FACE
AND IT IS TELLING ME A STORY
THAT SEEMS SO SIMPLE AND SO TRUE
AND NOW I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY
AND IT'S THE WAY I ALWAYS KNEW
THE SONG OF THE STATUES
IT'S SO PERFECT AND SO CLEAR
I CAN'T UNDERSTAND
HOW I COULD EVER DOUBT OR FEAR
BUT NOW THE SONG IS GROWING SOFTER
AND THE NIGHT IS GOING TO END
AND THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE FIERY DAY
WILL OBSCURE MY FRIENDS
AND THEIR ADVICE WILL BE FORGOTTEN
WITH THE RISING OF THE SUN
THAT FREEZES FRIEZES BACK TO RUBBLE
AND FORCES SCRUTINY UPON
THE SONG OF THE STATUES
WAS IT ONLY A DREAM
I CAN'T QUITE RECALL
EXACTLY HOW IT SEEMED
THE ROOM I LIVE IN HAS TWO WINDOWS
AND I KEEP PAINTING ON THE WALLS
THE PAINT I USE IS DARK AND STICKY
IT MAKES MY ROOM SEEM SMALL
I'M PAINTING LAYER OVER LAYER
I HAVE TO DO IT ALL JUST RIGHT
I DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND WONDER
WHAT I DREAMT ABOUT LAST NIGHT
THE SONG OF THE STATUES
NOW SEEMS DISTANT AND SMALL
I'M HERE IN MY ROOM
I'M PAINTING ON MY WALL
I'M PAINTING ON MY WALL
I'M PAINTING ON MY WALL
I'M PAINTING ON MY WALL
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Paul McMahon Woodstock, New York
From a musical family he explored folk, jug, blues and rock quitting music at 20 for art, returning as a punk rocker at 27.
Then a long oddysey, solo and band in search of the real real deal; the songs becoming a diary of psychological and spiritual experience; shamanism and ordination as an Interfaith minister.
January 2020 tour of DC Ba Ph & Bk was his first at 69 organized by Goodflavor45
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