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Intro (Live)
00:25
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Straight Shooter (Live)
02:11
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Act like a brat
Talk like a tool
Swallow my poison
Lose my cool
You would never think
I’m a man of guilt
I bought you some flowers
But they are starting to wilt.
This is my private song
Nobody sings along cum when you
Hear my song.
I'm the world’s smartest man
With the world’s biggest
Cock,
This song is called Straight Shooter
Are you ready to rock?
All the faultfinders, the
Retiring types, Raise your hands
If I live up to the hype
This is my private song, nobody sings along,
But me.
Here's the agenda total remorse
One more addenda no recourse
This is my private song,
Nobody sings along but me
WRITTEN BY J. Niimi
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI)
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3. |
Hit the Bricks! (Live)
03:27
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Pound the pavement or hit the bricks!
Pound the pavement or hit the bricks!
Pound the pavement or hit the bricks!
Unrolled paper clip of a man
I don’t know what the fa, can’t understand
What does it matter?
Hit the bricks!
Macedonia Blackpool Manchester
Lungs like six red snakes
Break out pug-faced punk
Heart sunk, heart stunk, heart sunk
Hit the bricks!
Peel slowly and see
Cue the brackish keys
Getting screen sick green sick
Punch you in the face
Steam rising, heat seeking
Hit the bricks!
Peel slowly and see
Cue the brackish keys
Blackpool black lung
Die dead
With all due respect
Hit the Bricks!
Hit the Bricks!
Hit the Bricks!
WRITTEN BY J. Niimi and Greg Franco
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI) and Sofa Hablando Music, admin by Heyday Media Group (ASCAP)
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4. |
Contact Sigh (Live)
03:33
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I am real
Tonight I am alive again
Why did you leave me holding on and on to him?
Oh, but does he linger
Within you does he share
His boat that’s meant for one
Meandering downstream?
If love completely dies then I will die
Contact sigh from you and I to rise
Come back again
If love completely fades away don’t say
Contact sigh from you to I tonight
Come back again
I am large
I live inside a cactus flower
I’m not that different
But traveling these desperate hours again
Oh, but I keep singing, they say it’s something rare
The melting rainbow snow, arresting hibernation
chorus
Stay close to my heart
Stay close to my heart
WRITTEN BY Greg Franco, Dante Pascuzzo and Kaitlin Wolfberg
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI) and Sofa Hablando Music, admin by Heyday Media Group (ASCAP)
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5. |
The Natural Host (Live)
03:54
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You are trusting, unassuming
Openhearted, not cut off from this world
You have nothing to hide
Your doors and windows are unlocked
You have no fear of thieves
You are a natural host
Spontaneous host
You are natural
A natural host
You are a natural host
You are a natural
You celebrate life more than achieving
Everyone is welcome in your aura of trust
No need for attention on your vast accomplishments
You are actualized
chorus
WRITTEN BY J. Niimi and Greg Franco
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI) and Sofa Hablando Music, admin by Heyday Media Group (ASCAP)
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6. |
July (Live)
04:06
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Ice melts
Paraffin melts
Dripping from his wings
Wait for me on the sand on the shore in July
I watch her
The stereo is a little too loud
And life seemingly goes on
Wait for me on the sand on the shore in July
And someone somewhere is canning laughter
And swallowing pride
And language won’t betray me
Wait for me on the sand on the shore in July
The lights go out
Neurons fire
I jump the synapse
And ask her for a match
I climb the platform and I look around
Nothing but water
Water and wind
Wait for me on the sand on the shore in July
WRITTEN BY J. Niimi
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI)
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I’m watching you from across the room
Refined dots and dashes
Your Grace
Pure Jackie Onassis
My thoughts go from fire, to fire to flame
Where’d you get the attitude
I like, the way you order food
Sip and bite the steam
I like the way you hold your knife
Still watching you from my life of doom
I’ll play the vampire,
Though I know I’m screwed
I feel confident that I could understand you.
You can make the flowers bloom
I like the way you order booze
You're not reality, but
I like the way you hold your knife
I often wonder why
I’m so stupid shy,
I see sport that ring
And here comes your guy
Hold your knife
Cut it Right
Hold your knife
Cut it Right
Hold your knife
Cut it Right
Hold your knife
Cut it Right
WRITTEN BY Justin M Niimi and Greg P Franco
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI) and Sofa Hablando Music, admin by Heyday Media Group (ASCAP)
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8. |
Handler (Live)
03:24
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I’ve had friends
I’ve had sponsors
I’ve had shrinks
I need a handler
I’ve had spouses
I’ve had lawyers
I’ve had it with free advice
I need a handler
I need to be handled, with care,
Because like something fragile
I might shatter
Then everyone gets cut
And ends up bloody and sad
I’ve had college
I’ve had powders
I’ve had it in for myself
I need a handler
chorus
I need a handler
Don’t worry if I can afford it
I need a handler
I think it’s the time for it
chorus
I need a handler
Don’t worry if I can afford it
I need a handler
I think it’s the time for it
WRITTEN BY J. Niimi
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI)
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9. |
Gates of Steel (Live)
03:44
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Twist away the gates of steel
Unlock the secret voice
Give in to ancient noise
Take a chance, a brand new dance
Twist away the gates of steel
Twist away
Now twist and shout
The Earth, it moves too slow
But the Earth is all we know
We pay to play the human way
Twist away the gates of steel
A man is real
Not made of steel!
But the Earth is all we know
We pay to play the human way
Twist away the gates of steel
The beginning was the end
Of everything now
The ape regards his tail
He's stuck on it
Repeats until he fails
Half a goon and half a god
A man's not made of steel
Twist away
Now twist and shout
The Earth, it moves too slow
But the earth is all we know
We pay to play the human way
Twist away the gates of steel
A man is real
That's how he feels!
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Hey Em!
It’s our Birthday coming up
Lola, Barb and Vera too
We're the 9/11
Birthday crew
But every Year
We played second fiddle
To a tangled hard riddle
bah bah bah bah
bah bah bah dah dah dah
But when asked
We had to answer
Get some sympathy
Some side-eye too
Here’s looking at
You!!!!!
10am on my birthday
Off work Slept in
Mok planned a nice day for me
But didn’t happen
Something else did
Revenge calls
Had to be heeded
New rash path
Peace in our past
In our past
Now sun gone 20 laps
We put our loving hearts on world maps
And Lord spare us from any days
Like that again
Remembering
Is such a heartache
The pain, the sad, the bittersweet
Hope you landed
On your feet
No matter
It’s fine
It’s fine
It's our Birthday time
It's our Birthday time
No tears mijo's
No tears
We’ll make it victory
Yes, It’s our Birthday time
Our 911 Birthday time
Yes it's our Birthday
Time
WRITTEN BY Greg Franco, Dante Pascuzzo and Kaitlin Wolfberg
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI) and Sofa Hablando Music, admin by Heyday Media Group (ASCAP)
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Who got the number of that truck?
It hit me hard and I got crushed
Now I’m desperate for a nurse
Tell me how can it get worse?
No goals scored, no diamonds deep
Caving now just makes me weep
Winds of change pushing me around
Transformers exploding in my brain
I'm fucked
I’m trying, uh-huh I’m trying,
I’m trying, on this jacked up, f’d up
Trying
It's not a normal day
I have to push through
I got so much work to do
I’m going to flip like I just saw a ghost
Tails wagging on this dog day afternoon
Hold on hold on hold on hold on
Hold on hold on
Hold on – hold on
chorus
Bed of nails, bed of nails
Bed of nails, bed of nails
I’m on a bed of nails, bed of nails
A bed of nails, swerving toward the rails
Grind my patience to the ground
Why I am still lost and not found
It’s a never-ending shit-ass day
Has me breaking
I’m not faking
This sun is baking
chorus
Bed of nails, bed of nails
Bed of nails, bed of nails
I’m on a bed of nails, bed of nails
A bed of nails, swerving toward the rails
Grind my patience to the ground.
Why do I stay lost and not found?
Drive my patience to the ground
I'm trying
Grind my patience to the ground
Trying
Trying
WRITTEN BY Greg Franco
PUBLISHED BY Sofa Hablando Music, admin by Heyday Media Group (ASCAP)
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12. |
Last Day on Earth (Live)
05:36
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Pour a shot
Call your ma
Dump the goldfish down the drain
Crush your phone
Dim the lights
Leave a checklist on the fridge
I wouldn’t know a friend from a man from the IRS
Nothing keeps you safe that keeps you sane
Turn your back
On your God
Sell your sports car for a song
Have a bath
Smoke a fat
Wipe the widest smile away
I didn’t know that I could ever feel this way again
Nothing gets you high that leaves you sane
Turn your back on…
Turn your back
On the sky
Start to float out to the night
Bring yourself to…
Turn your back
To the sky
Start to float out to the night
Bring yourself to…
Turn your back
On the sky
Start to float out to the night
WRITTEN BY J. Niimi
PUBLISHED BY Regal Platypus Publishing, admin by Songs of Heyday (BMI)
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Man's Body Chicago, Illinois
Five piece Chicago/LA collab. Formed in 2016. Released debut CD EP, 'Found', in 2017. 'Put Your Family In It' is our debut album. Man's Body is: Greg Franco, J. Niimi, Marco Obaya. (Plus friends.) Studioesque soft-punk. Stay Found.
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