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I'm A Cheater
03:16
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I make predictions, don’t have to know you,I simply harvest your personal information
I’m not creative, I’m just a robot, I’m a cheater and I’m not sorry, no
I’m not sorry for being an algorithm, I’m just statistics, simple analytics
I take surveillance, find out your habits, Cause I’m a cheater, I won’t deny it but I’ll embrace it
and I’m not sorry, I’m cheater,I’ve got your IP address
and the QR scan, There are no safe zones for you to hide in
I’m tracking you by several different cameras,It’s another urban interface situation
creating a template for another successful sales event
This update is outdated,I’m a cheater and I’m not sorry
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Rolling With The Punches
03:41
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I’m rolling with the punches, the punches,i’m fending off the punishment but it’s overcoming me,I’m bouncing and I’m bobbing, and I’m dodging I’m rolling with the punches but they’re raining down on me
But I’m not patient And I’m not too willing, Not pulling any punches, no punches
I’m pulling back on judgments and the way they make me feel,I’m weaving and I’m bobbing, and I’m dancing,I’m rolling with the punches but they’re coming straight at me
But I’m not willing,And I’m not too patient,So I try to fight it,But it’s just insistent…goddammit!
I’m not amused and I’m past pissed off,I got old and fat and that’s not helping me out
I’m doling out the notions, suggestions,And I’ll offer up solutions for a different way to be
I’m rolling with the punches, direct hits,Avoiding all the comments and how they make me feel
I’m rolling with the punches, the punches,i’m fending off the punishment but it’s overcoming me,I’m not patient,And I’m not willing,And I’m not too patient,So I try to fight it,But it’s just insistent…so roll…
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Figure It Out
04:25
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oh god, it’s here, the future’s disappearing,oh my, what can we do? but did we wait too long to do what we need to do
it’s time to figure it out, we better figure it out if we can
it’s time to figure it out, greta says to figure it out
and she’s right,oh jeez, it’s clear, how those species disappear
we only mouth some fancy words,as we say goodbye to the bees and birds
action is what we need, we’ve got 12 years to turn it green,so sad to wait so long, how could we be so wrong?,it’s time to figure it out, we better figure it out if we can and we must
it’s time to figure it out, greta says to figure it out, and she says “how dare you”?
action is what we need, we’ve got 12 years to sow the seeds
we suffer for our deeds, how’s that money going to help us breathe?
so sad to wait so long, we thought we were so strong? we’re wrong
it’s time to figure it out, we better figure it out if we can now, it’s time to figure it out, greta says to figure it out, and she’s smarter than us talk is cheap so we better starting acting
did we wait too long is it just in vain hey, we’re just a temporary species well the tipping point came cause we waited too long if we can, we must, figure it out
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On My Way Again
02:49
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take a look, here i a, that’s all you’ll get from me, i’ve been such a bad judge, always get it wrong, even with a good hunch never hit, its a miss, out of luck, need a drink when you talk to me?, i’ll bet you think that i’m not listening take a look, here i go on my way again
i’m misunderstood now and i never make my luck even with a bag lunch what you want, here you go, take it all, take a look at my epitaph where’s the quotes that epitomize? is my legacy shot to hell? is that why they spelled my name wrong? take a sec to say goodbye, we traveled some of the same roads take a look, here i go that’s all you’ll get from me on my way again
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Burn Me Up
03:22
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Remain The Same
03:44
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Russell Leach, weird sounds, percussion
where we go defines us, and reminds us, all must know the bridges that guide us, see the snow blow passed now, grow faster, hollow growth if ignored then, its more than, a chance to show what we have gained, we swerve and float, remain the same but we have changed, deny the move the passing lane, remain the same, a foolish game, when there’s no doubt that we have changed, our ways remain, a chance to show what we have tamed, the bar set low we’re not that brave, a chance to grow and feel the pain, then we will kn ow we’re all the same, remain the same, no one to blame, we play this losing and foolish game, we’re losing hold of the one that came, now identified as the former wave, remain the same no one to blame, we play this losing and losing and foolish game, remain the same a foolish game, when there’s no doubt that we have changed, remain the same but we have changed, deny the move, the passing lane
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Don Campau
Don Campau is a home recording musician, radio producer and visual artist living in Northern California. Don has been active in home recorded music since 1969 and runs the Lonely Whistle label. For full bio go to doncampau.com
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