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Rock |
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| CD: |
Sideshow Unattraction |
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none |
| Credits: |
James Clark |
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Sleeping In My Favourite Shirt
I can’t remember the last time the drapes were pulled,
Open to reveal the outside world,
And let the sun warm these shattered nerves.
I can’t remember the last time the sheets were washed.
I can’t remember the last time the teeth were flossed.
I can’t forget when and what I lost.
Now I’m sleeping in my favourite shirt.
I keep having dreams where I don’t hurt.
Sleeping in the bed I made,
And I’ll be sleeping for a thousand days,
Sleeping for a thousand days in my favourite shirt.
It’s been a long time since my face last showed up,
Reflected in your best plates and cups.
These days they’re down in the sink with my luck.
Because I’m sleeping and nothing is better.
When I’m sleeping there’s no better place.
If I’m slumbering the reasons are out numbering the creases on my face!
La la la la, la la la la la. La la la la, la la la la la.
Lullabies and good riddance.
‘Cause I’m sleeping in my favourite shirt.
I keep having dreams where I don’t hurt.
Sleeping in a bed I made,
And I’ll be sleeping for a thousand days.
Sleeping for a thousand days in my favourite shirt.
The neighbour’s dog howls outside my window.
Amongst the grass that remains unmowed.
And I’m oblivious to the world I used to know.
‘Cause I’m sleeping in my favourite shirt.
I keep having dreams where I don’t hurt.
Sleeping in a bed I made,
And I’ll be sleeping for a thousand days, sleeping for a thousand days.
Sleeping for a million days, sleeping for a billion days,
Sleeping for a zillion days,
Sleeping in my favourite shirt.
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Folk Rock |
Not Yet Rated
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Sideshow Unattraction |
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| Credits: |
James Clark |
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MONSTROUS
The bees are bad this year. They buzz around my beer.
Making it hard to appear sincere but I am.
The stewardess was there. She let down her hair.
She was putting on airs though she was firmly on land.
Cindy Sherman’s ears must be burning.
This fairy tale’s turning monstrous.
In a cab on Williamson, it all came back with a grin.
While I reached in for $15.50.
‘Neil Young’s Greatest Hits’, and R.E.M. on cassette.
The soundtrack I won’t soon forget, believe me.
Cindy Sherman’s ears must be burning,
This fairy tale’s turning monstrous
You share the same qualities as the damsel in distress.
I wear the same monogrammed handkerchief as Jesus.
Yesterday I sat in a Vaughn Road Laundromat,
Accepting that that is that and washing you away.
Cindy Sherman’s ears must be burning.
This fairy tale’s turning monstrous.
Monstrous….Monstrous.
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| Genre: |
Folk Rock |
Not Yet Rated
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| CD: |
Sideshow Unattraction |
| Label: |
room 5 records |
| Credits: |
James Clark |
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With the seasons changing in reverse,
You found your reasons for leaving me immersed.
And because it’s winter in July,
Your heart wins the ice sculpture prize.
With your totem pinned to the wall,
You left me holding on and pinned to the fall.
The distance between us paralleled,
The damage done to my ventricles.
Kangaroo….Kangaroo…It’s all thanks to you.
Up and away like you’re some kind of super girl.
And I’m your Kryptonite waiting on the other side of the world.
You’ve been checking into ways to leave.
I’m checking out just like George Reeves.
Kangaroo….Kangaroo…It’s all thanks to you.
With the seasons changing in reverse.
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| Genre: |
Pop |
Not Yet Rated
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Home Is Where The Heart Attack Is |
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Leave the grease and grime and erect a sign.
Drive it straight through my heart then you drive away the car.
Without me without you, things have come unglued,
And I get the feeling the ceiling's falling in on me...
In this house for sale in a very pleasant neighbourhood.
There's a house for sale, you know I'd stay if I could.
But there's just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
'Cause there was never any love in this house for sale.
No electricity just like between you and me.
I'm in the dark with my ears, sounds like I've been there for years.
Now with eyes wide open I see a happy home that's broken,
And I get the feeling the ceiling's coming down on me...
In this house for sale in a very pleasant neighbourhood.
There's a house for sale, you know I'd stay if I could.
But there's just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
"Cause there was never any love in this house for sale.
You need a change of address.
I need a change from this stress.
Home is where the heart... home is where the heart...
Home is where the heart attack is!
Without you, without me, the white picket fence is peeling,
And I cannot stop this feeling oh no, oh no!
In a house for sale in a very pleasant neighbourhood.
There's a house for sale, you know I'd stay if I could.
But there's just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
'Cause there was never any love, no there was never any love
Well there was never any love in this house for sale.
James Clark |
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| Genre: |
Indie |
Not Yet Rated
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Home Is Where The Heart Attack Is |
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Independent |
| Credits: |
James Clark |
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| Genre: |
Folk Rock |
Not Yet Rated
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Sideshow Unattraction |
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None |
| Credits: |
James Clark |
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Nonetheless Happy
It’s the end of September, it’s the end of an error.
We put the game pieces away.
Attempts have all failed to get myself out of jail.
You took the money and away…
…you went tired and spent but nonetheless happy.
It seems you have a new opponent, one I have never met.
I’m not the competitive kind.
No strategy is the word; it’s why I’m always in third,
Almost every single time…
I play, a sore loser but hey you’re nonetheless happy.
While I’m nonetheless empty, nonetheless destitute.
Nonetheless bereft of anything remotely cute.
Nonetheless broken and I’m nonetheless blue,
And I’m nonetheless in love with you.
It’s August 12th, I’m back on the shelf.
Popamatic trouble indeed!
I’m off the board and your winning score
Has brought me more trouble than I need…
…today but I guess I’ll find a way to be nonetheless happy.
Nonetheless happy.
Meanwhile I’m nonetheless empty, nonetheless destitute.
Nonetheless bereft of anything remotely cute.
Nonetheless disheveled and I’m nonetheless blue,
And I’m nonetheless in love with you.
Nonetheless in love with you.
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| Genre: |
Pop |
Not Yet Rated
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The Land That Tim Forgot |
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Independent |
| Credits: |
James Clark |
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| Genre: |
Folk Rock |
Not Yet Rated
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| CD: |
Unreleased |
| Credits: |
James Clark |
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Something crashed in Lake Monona last night.
A twin engine Beachcraft in Lake Monona last night.
December waters are cold, Lord have mercy on the king of souls soul.
Something crashed in Lake Monona last night.
My heart sank in Lake Monona last night.
She made me walk the plank on Lake Monona last night.
She said to quote the song, shed been loving me too long.
Something crashed in Lake Monona last night.
Down down down like a song in the charts.
His crown was found by some record sharks.
My heart drowned in Lake Monona last night.
Not to be found in Lake Monona last night.
Submerged, it succumbed, like the silencing of Mr. Jacksons drums.
Down down down like this song in the charts.
His crown was found by some record sharks.
Something crashed in Lake Monona last night.
Something crashed in Lake Monona last night.
December waters are cold, Lord have mercy on the king of souls soul.
Something crashed, something crashed.
Something crashed, something crashed.
Something crashed, something crashed.
Something crashed, something crashed.
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| Genre: |
Indie |
Not Yet Rated
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| CD: |
The Land That Tim Forgot |
| Label: |
Independent |
| Credits: |
James Clark |
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» Messages From Fans And Friends «
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Heyo James! I hope the trip to BC was nourishing to the soul, restful, energizing, and enriched with many pop-tarts. Because I want to hear that new CD soon. So get on it, would you? (Am I a pest or what?)
Jill |
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