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CLICHÉ
02:15
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I don’t want to go to school Teachers make me act so cruel Well OK so I’m a jerk I don’t want to go to work But I believe in Grandpa’s dreams There must be something that redeems From the guitar chord to the psychic ward If you’re not screaming then you’re bored
Chorus
When Jesus comes again he’ll have his hair greased back And all of the children will be ready to attack They’ll pull out Grandpa’s Maltese Cross And then they’ll really sing ‘cause they felt the loss Every day is so cliché Every day is so cliché
Second verse same as the first
8-measure guitar solo
Outro
Every day is so cliché Every day is so cliché Every day is so cliché Every day is so cliché
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2. |
When I'm Bound
02:17
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It starts when I spit in the mirror Got to move when my knees leave the ground She starts when I call her the devil Beauty sheds when she moves around With eyes that blaze like melting ice With lips clamped shut and trapped in stone.
Chorus
Same time tomorrow My guts will be hollow Nothing stays down When I’m bound For that girl
I don’t know if I’m man or beast In that tight place between the walls Then she brings me to the brink Twenty lusty fingers all in the crawl Holy flame still burns like grease She must have picked the lock in hell’s wall
Chorus
Same time tomorrow My guts will be hollow Same time tomorrow My guts will be hollow
Outro
Nothing stays down When I’m bound Nothing stays down When I’m bound For that girl I am bound for that girl I am bound for that girl I am bound for that girl For that girl
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3. |
Mary Left
03:57
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Mary is in your mind
Mary She’s not your kind
Mary She don’t complain
Mary I can’t explain
You can sing the song, but it’s always wrong
If it’s hard to see, just follow me
These days long gone, it just won’t take me home
I just saw Mary walk down the street
Mary is in your mind
Mary She’s not your kind
Mary She don’t complain
Mary I can’t explain
She’s just a thought, she tells you this, but you hear that
You can not run, you can’t hide
Search all the day and you search all the night
But the answer just moves side to side
Mary is in your mind
Mary She’s not your kind
Mary She don’t complain
Mary I can’t explain
The helmets and the sheds and the goggles on your head
And the answer is so plain to see
The headphones and the books and of all the dirty looks
And those eyes were looking at me
Mary is in your mind
Mary She’s not your kind
Mary She don’t complain
Mary I can’t explain
It’s cold outside and you search far and wide
And the answer is so plain to see
You can sing the song, but it always comes out wrong
I just saw Mary walk down the street
Mary is in your mind (bye bye, bye bye)
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4. |
Double Handle
03:02
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All I need is a replay
It’s not a victimless crime
I can see all the standstills
It was a moment in time
All I need is a handle on it
Then I can drop you a line
All this noise and a TV set
I’m just biding my time
She has a handle on it
She has a handle on it
All I need is a rocky shore
To clear my head and my heart once more
This all is stupid, now I’m out the door
Hit the streets, find another score
I don’t wanna be braindead
I’m yours forever, is what she said
This all is stupid, now she’s out the door
And now I’m home to my rocky shore
She has a handle on it
She has a handle on it
All I need is a replay
It’s not avictemless crime
I can see all the standstills
It was a moment in time
All I need is a handle on it
All I need is a handle on it
All I need is a handle on it
She has a handle on it
She has a handle on it
She has a handle on it
She has a handle on it
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5. |
Going To The Dance
04:46
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When I was young, I liked to run around
But as I got older I wanted to “get down”
Folk Dance, Disco, Ballroom Dancing
We’d get to hold the girls when we go a’ prancing
Then the song changed from fast to slow
I got to move in and go toe-to-toe
Arm around her waist, I could not miss
If I was lucky, I’d get a kiss
Refrain
But I was the good boy, always the friend
Mothers would trust me to bring her home by ten
I was the Boy Scout, true and pure
But the fire inside- there is no cure
Verse
It was hard to let go and stop slowly swaying to and fro
Girls will be girls when the dance ended
Boys will be boys when left unattended
Hot Dogs at Nicky’s, bag full of fries,
That’s when the “men” tell their little lies
About the one that almost met me
And then went with me, and then went with me
Refrain
But I was the good boy, always the friend
Mothers would trust me to bring her home by ten
I was the Boy Scout, true and pure
But the fire inside- there is no cure
Verse
When I was young, I used to run around
But now that I’m older I got to “get down”
Folk Dance, Disco, Ballroom Dancing
I get to hold my girl when we go a’ prancing
Then the song changed from fast to slow
I get to move in and go toe-to-toe
Arm around her waist, I did not miss
I pulled her in close and got that kiss
Refrain
But I was the good boy, always the friend
Mothers would trust me to bring her home by ten
I was the Boy Scout, true and pure
But for the fire inside, there is no cure
Boys will be boys when left unattended
And girls will be girls when the dance ended
Boys will be boys when left unattended
And girls will be girls when the dance ended
Boys will be boys when left unattended
And girls will be girls when the dance ended
There is no cure
There is no cure
There is no cure
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6. |
Pocket Judy Crash Course
02:54
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Tightrope, razor’s edge, no time to explain
It’s a small little package with a hurricane brain
It’s a force of nature that will blow off all your doors
I’ve got my sexy shoes firmly on the floor
Pocket Judy’s just two drinks away
From having me to call and asking her to stay
With her Bowie ideals and her Lou Reed eyes
She has a style for fashion and a velvet touch mind
With her champagne thoughts and her cabernet …lies
My compass my guide and your shit-eating pride
Your wheels are spinning; don’t know why you’re grinnin’
Thanks for the care and thanks for the time
I’m in love with love, like a hand in glove
And if you ask for a ride
You better get inside
And let it slide
GUITAR SOLO
Tightrope, razor’s edge, no time to explain
It’s a small little package with a hurricane brain
It’s a force of nature that will blow off all your doors
I’ve got my sexy shoes firmly on the floor
And if you ask for a ride
You better get inside
And let it slide
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7. |
She Won't Play House
03:22
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I got my ducks lined in a row
It seems this tear’s too big to sew
And if I could I would keep driving down this road
But what’s the point when it’s all about to explode
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
I got some Jam, I got some Miles
I got Brian Wilson, singing about his smile
I got Wilson Pickett on the stereo
I got Chicago, but that just seems so long ago
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
SOLO
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
So I’ll just put them in a box
And I’ll just plug into my Vox
I’ll grab my Rick, I’ll grab my drums and this old bass
I’ll make some noise to take its place
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
She won’t play house
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8. |
Louie's Place
02:25
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Someone’s gonna get it
But it shoulda been you
(Shoulda been you, shoulda been you, shoulda been you, ah-a)
Stackin’ up the records, just a leave me to myselfSomeone’s gonna get it
But it shoulda been you
(Shoulda been you, shoulda been you, shoulda been you, ah-a)
Stackin’ up the records, just a leave me to myself
(Play the records, play the records, play the records, ah-a)
It doesn’t even pay
To walk by Louie’s the back way
Well I think it’s kind of late to make an about face and walk away now
I thought that it’d be bad enough to let it fade away all by myself now
Someone’s gonna get it
But it shoulda been you
(Shoulda been you, shoulda been you, shoulda been you, ah-a)
Stackin’ up the records, just a leave me to myself
(Play the records, play the records, play the records, ah-a)
Look who’s turning pale?
Look who’s sitting on the rail?
I dwelled on it so long I’ve given every single word a double meaning
Strip down boy there is only one way to walk from this last meeting
Only one way to go, Only one way to go, Only one way to go go go go go
Only one way to go, Only one way to go, Only one way to go go go go go
Only one way to go, Only one way to go, Only one way to go go go go go go go go go
Only one way to go, Only one way to go, Only one way to go go go go go
Only one way to go
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9. |
Stage Brain
01:55
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Hey You Wake Up
Hey You Wake Up
I‘m a little mad, I‘m a little sad
I‘m a little bad, I‘m a little glad
You‘re a little hack, you‘re a little back
You‘re a little quack, you‘re a little whack
Stage brain Am I insane
I‘m hearing things Not in the game
Brain drain am I alright
Am I even here tonight
Hey You Wake Up
Hey You Wake Up
He‘s a little sly, he‘s a little wry
He‘s a little dry, he‘s a little fly
She‘s a little sheik, she‘s a little freak
She‘s a little geek, she‘s a little sneak
Stage brain Am I insane
I‘m hearing things Not in the game
Brain drain am I alright
Am I even here tonight
SOLO
Stage brain Am I insane
I‘m hearing things Not in the game
Brain drain am I alright
Am I even here tonight
Hey You Wake Up
Hey You Wake Up
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10. |
Cartoon Woman
02:24
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I’d like to be hanging from your wall,
Like the paper eyes stuck on this French Warhol
Sometimes I’d like to think that I’m alone
Staring at this paintbrush
The lines come and go like paper rain
I think I’ll sit here and complain
Chorus
Cartoon woman….don’t stare….. Don’t turn your back aaaah
Goodbye my silhouette (x2)
Keep your watches handy
The yellow pages of her youth gone by
Time will take your breath away
But I still remember
Her lipstick and her yellow cutout hair
And when I blink, she isn’t there
Chorus
Cartoon woman….don’t stare….. Don’t turn your back aaaah
Goodbye my silhouette (x2)
Solo
Cartoon Woman……Cartoon Woman
Chorus
Cartoon woman….don’t stare….. Don’t turn your back aaaah
Goodbye my silhouette (x2)
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11. |
Princess Pilot
04:17
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Hey…whoa oh oh oh oh
Hey…whoa oh oh oh oh
Doesn’t matter what I do or what I say
Doesn’t matter how it’s good, so knock on wood
Give it a hundred; give it a thousand, got no change
And in the end the song remains the same
Princess Pilot solo flight
Shut off the controls and you’re not in my sight
Up in a tower full of angles and ice
All this useless beauty will make you pay the price
Hey…whoa oh oh oh oh
Hey…whoa oh oh oh oh
Voyeur bird you better learn how to fly
Because the world is up for you in the sky
Don’t perch on a window, it ain’t a door
And all your dreams will come crashing to the floor
Princess Pilot solo flight
Shut off the controls and you’re not in my sight
Up in a tower full of angles and ice
All this useless beauty will make you pay the price
Drum Solo
Princess Pilot solo flight
Shut off the controls and you’re not in my sight
Up in a tower full of angles and ice
All this useless beauty will make you pay the price
Hey…whoa oh oh oh oh
Hey…whoa oh oh oh oh
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12. |
Save Me From Myself
05:41
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All I ever got to show
Is the back of my army coat
The door says what I’ve got to say
When it slams shut and I walk away
Curse this echo burning me,
I can be what I want to be
But I never wanted to be frustrated
I wanted to run, I wanted to hide,
But all I do is hide inside
As my heroes stand in mirrors and search for truth
And those aware pretend to care and steal from my youth
You’re not talking about my generation anymore
Doped up hopes and beer-soaked brain
Back and forth on the El train
Don’t I know this is my prime
I should do something with my time
Curse this echo burning me,
I can be what I want to be
But I never wanted to be frustrated
I wanted to run, I wanted to hide,
But all I do is hide inside
As my heroes stand in mirrors and search for truth
And those aware pretend to care and steal from my youth
Well-
Someone better save me
Someone better save me
Someone better save me
Save me from myself (all I ever do)
Save me from myself (all I ever do)
Save me from myself (all I ever do)
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Dead Freddie Chicago, Illinois
Dead Freddie is Chicago’s Punk-Pop Phenomena.
Current members of the band are: Gintas Buinevicius, Gary
Vacha, Nick DuBois, Karl Sperling and Donatas Ramanauskas. The core of the group has been together since 2013. Original group founded in 1980.
Dead Freddie music is a blend of proto-punk, punk, post-punk, power-pop, ska and straight-up rock, albeit with our own personal twist.
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