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FLIGHT 5150 (The Bomb Song)
I put a bomb on the plane
The way I feel today, I will blow you all away
I put a bomb in my shoe
My god my love is true, I have done this all for you
Flight 5150 from Denver, shit
Ain’t never gonna land because I’m on it
I put a bomb in my pants
Now I’m in a trance and I can’t go back
Five weeks late for my parole man
I’m a headline freak but I’m not all bad
I put a bomb on the plane
The way I feel today, I will blow you all away
(M. Knight) © Copyright 2011 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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JEAN QUILE AND THE SINGING FISH
A pretty little green fish
Would on his finger sit
And sing to him of history and of love
But that was when our Jean was very young
His Father and his Brother
Did rule the wide blue sky
All tokens of a bloody, fiery past
When great fell beasts did roam that part of France
I wish that you could hear it
But there’s just too much going on
Jean, you must push onwards
Through the Roman catacombs
The hounds may hunt the peasants’ one last wish
No one tells the story of his singing fish
I wish that you could hear it
But there’s just too much going on
(M. Knight) © Copyright 2011 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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Home of the Brave
04:44
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HOME OF THE BRAVE
Get up in the morning, sweep the room for plants
‘Lectronically with satellites can’t talk, can’t call, can’t rant
There is no opposition it’s all been ironed flat
Down in Central Park for lunch, I’m under observation
The NSA’s got its’ eyes on me in Washington’s black station
You better put your mind at rest or you’ll be facing elimination
We’re too late to save, there’s no one awake
We’re outside the gates of the home of the brave
At the artistes’ café every night we look at one another
Your dossiers’ on video don’t write, don’t sing, don’t bother
Every arch bohemian is working for big brother
Orwell now, please think of me
Orwell now, the sheep’s flying over the trees
The lights are out at ten o’clock, the water’s off ‘til morning
Unnamed authorities say this is my last warning
I could confess today to get them to stop calling
We’re too late to save, there’s no one awake
We’re outside the gates of the home of the brave
(M. Knight) © Copyright 2011 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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King of the Beats
03:12
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KING OF THE BEATS
Big Jack said he’d be the one to take the fall
Holding back the squares and junkies, holding back them all
With cheap spaghetti and dharma punk confetti and
The ‘50’s writing fire, the suffering that comes from desire, whatever the cost -
Let’s get lost, we’ll go in so deep
Jack is a joker now, he’s the king of the Beats
Well, Jack didn’t want a hit of acid
He longed to be the brakeman by the freight train bay
High as a kite, the chosen wino
The bodhisattva bad-boy writing torn and frayed
Let’s get lost, we’ll go in so deep
Jack is a joker now, he’s the king of the Beats
Hey, Jack didn’t want to be a hippie
He wanted Kung Pao chicken in a Beat café
Drink ‘til you’re tight you fallen angel
The beat belongs to hipsters every night and day
Let’s get lost, we’ll go in so deep
Jack is a joker now, he’s the king of the Beats
Big Jack said he’d be the one to take the fall
Holding back the squares and junkies, holding back them all
With cheap spaghetti and dharma punk confetti and
The ‘50’s writing fire, the suffering that comes from desire, whatever the cost -
Let’s get lost, we’ll go in so deep
Jack is a joker now, he’s the king of the Beats
(M. Knight) © Copyright 2011, Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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