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Acorn Man
04:34
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I know the acorn man: he lives on the limbs of a live oak tree
at noon every day you can watch him waltzing with the wind
some say he's just a hoax. I have a coke-can cloak he made for me
when autumn rolls around, he scatters acorns on the ground
he doesn't speak English- his language is his own
his jacket's made of coonskin- he doesn't need a phone
and you may not believe it, but we're all subjects to his throne
he was born on Halloween- this is the song he sings
it goes:
la la la la-la la, la la-la-la la la la-la la
I've seen the acorn man go dumpster diving for his food
and even when the air gets cold, there's no changing his cheerful mood
when he runs out of cheetos he's incognito at the mini-mart
when autumn rolls around, he scatters acorns on the ground
he has a cactus mattress on a bedframe made of bones
he has a pet albino squirrel named indiana jones
and you may not believe it, but we're all subjects to his throne.
and he drives his limousine, this is the song he sings
it goes:
la la la la-la la, la la-la-la la la la-la la
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All in Your Head
04:06
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Last night you caught me staggering drunkenly home
next morning you called me up on the telephone
you said I was looking like a hobo
looking like a dead squirrel
looking like a piece of shit
looking at another girl
looking at a firefly
looking at the night sky
looking at my fat feet
puking in the back seat
well it's all in your head
Last night you caught me staggering drunkenly home
which is funny cause I was chilling at my apartment all alone
you must have been tripping on acid
tripping on a mushroom
tripping on the sidewalk
tripping in your bedroom
tripping on the staircase
tripping on a shoelace
tripping on your fat feet
tripping in the backseat
cause it's all in your head
you're just looking at your fat feet
riding in the backseat
Last night you caught me staggering drunkenly home
and now you're packing up
gassing at the Texaco
going to New Mexico
going to Jamaica
going to Alaska
going to Jerusalem
going to Nebraska
going to the airport
don't forget your passport
write me a postcard
gonna join the coast guard
gonna be a porn star
gonna be a dancer
find the nearest Waffle House
find the cure for cancer
working on the silver screen
working at the Dairy Queen
find a new direction
don't accept rejection
don't get close to power lines
don't step in quicksand
pilgrimage to Mecca
pilgrimage to Graceland
follow the North Star
follow your instinct
follow your fat feet
live in the backseat
cause it's all in your head
riding in the backseat
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3. |
I Love Being Lonely
03:15
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4. |
Hangman
02:25
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She Can Climb a Mountain
03:42
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7. |
Why Did I Save You?
03:28
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Supreme World Emperors Peachtree City, Georgia
James R. Hunter writes songs and sings them, usually accompanied by fuzzy guitars.
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