Please Don't Yell
(All songs are written by Winston Campbell, Jr. except where specified)---
let's impeach the man who says impeach the president
you're all hypocrites stuffed with syphilis you're all hypocrites stuffed with syphilis your weak minds can't handle logic but i don't care i'll pull down my underwear and show the world hey, i might be small but it's going to fall fall on you homos to the right rednecks to the left and somewhere in the middle is nobody evermore nevermore and i'm sick of all the debate and i'm sick of all the hate i just want to go home and be loved by my lover by my other but i wake sometimes and think why do i sleep sometimes sometimes you don't get it sometimes you do when you do come by and let me know you're all sycophants vomiting on with your useless rants yes, the weak is listening but the sun is glistening and coming to a boil and then there'll none of us at all not one of us at all and i'm sick of all the hate and i'm too nauceous to wait i just want to go home and be with my wife i just want a normal life i just want a normal life i just want the normal life i just want the normal life i just want a normal life i just want the normal life i just want the normal life i just want the normal life i just want the normal life i just
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my vagina she waits for no man no man to enter and exit and enter and exit and enter and exit it's rather tedious my vagina she waits for no man no man to come in no man to come out no man to come on my vagina she tries to bend the truth but the truth can only be stretched and she's not that flexible my vagina she waits for no man no man too tall no man too small no man at all
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excuse me sir do you serve oronoco rum i need to drink oronoco rum please sir it's a brazilian rum they make in brazil won't you come make me some drinks tonight won't you come make me some drinks tonight won't you come make me some rum tonight i love you are you inspired by me? excuse me sir i heard that oronoco rum is distributed in los angeles and san francisco and some in new york city city... city... i am a loss you are a man oh, oronoco rum oronoco oronoco oronoco oronoco mr. oronoco man come into my neighbourhood and make me some nice rum please sir you're brazilian i love your oronoco rum rum, rum, rum you know you can't go back little girl make me some oronoco rum you can't make it because you're young you can't drink if you're under twenty one oh... oronoco rum rum, rum brazil rum! oronoco rum! a man like that needs some oronoco rum a man like that needs some oronoco rum yeah! fill me up a glass, mr. bartender let me ask you a question how long you've been working in this establishment? oh i see, a little while yeah... oh i'm just curious i'm not coming on to you i'm not... i'm not homosexual i don't even think that's right of you asking me if i'm coming on to you you know i'm just being friendly you know i'm just trying to learn how how one becomes a bartender in these great... you know... ahh... place ahh man i really like that oronoco rum brings me back you know back when i was a young boy drinking rum every day my daddy used to pour me a glass of rum every night before i went to bed you know he'd tell me a story about ahhh... rum... or spiders or something i don't remember oh whatever i guess it's time for me to go you know thanks mr. bartender i love you... i do...
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my mother said "you come home now" my mother said "you come home now"
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black and white and back again
black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again well i know just what you like and i can accomodate the type i know what you do at night with your fading white i want to cover you i take you by the day steal your words of grey words to keep me warm at night you know what is and just what was i want to know more of your adventures i take my car and drive turn the wheel and cry cause you know i have no out for you turn the wheel and turn the wheel and turn back the time you were the shining star on mullholland drive i don't mind to tear it up we'll have a good time have a good time black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and well you tell me that you're into the threesome and i want to crash my head and sigh i know where to walk on your street at night so the upstair eyes won't see me i turn my head the other way and i know it's hard for you to do the same i turn and twist and turn and curl and fight and dip and burn you'll burn in hell but at least you'll see me there your belief system has crumbled white knee now tumbled ravaged by the years of all the winter air turn the wheel and turn the wheel and look back in awe why don't you take my hand and we'll plight the fall we go out dancing now we'll tear up the town you know this is what dreams are made of what? dreams black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again black man don't bend stand by your frozen garden white woman be his friend and maybe a little something more yeah a little something more more more more... well i know that you don't like what i'll have to say but i love you but if you don't take this wood and burn it in your stove well it is whatever and whatever... and i care to take the needle to your turntable and scratch it's fragile surface carter was your only friend nixon took your end left his stains and drooled fear, hurt all over you turn the wheel and the turn the wheel you know it's for show i hope you're open now you have to let go and i have but wild eyes for you see me now and have me off but tell me what's new your crack turned back to hackensack and it's all coming down isn't this fucking song over yet? no black and white and back again black and white and back again black and white and back again
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when life wields its ugly stick and strikes you straight in the face when you're lost and they're no street signs and you can't get back in the race remember i'll be here for you to see you through remember i'll be there for you and this is nothing new smile! life was good at least you have your memories smile! life was great and at least you still have your memories but with age your memories wane but the greatest thing to realize is with age you're only closer to death and after that it'll be okay trust me i'm your friend trust me in the end i'll be there for you and i'll see you through smile! life was good at least you have your memories smile! life was grand and at least you still have your memories
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hello my friend shhhh... please don't yell you move a mountain your common sense you move a mountain you're common sense you try to come and go and to leave and show and to take in all the rants you don't know what you're doing nonsense take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop now you move a mountain your common sense you move your mountain you're common sense you've got to stop! take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop now it's just a matter of recourse it's just a matter of force that brings us together today it's just a matter of recourse that binds us together in this sacred union ah huh huh huh ah-huh please don't yell please don't yell please don't yell! take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop take me to your leader it's got to stop now
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i tried to feel the bubble there but it goes right down to the core doesn't come back to the top unless you go unseal that door c'mon baby, c'mon honey, won't you try to let it in a hundred veins won't mind this penetration, causes sweet sensation no sir! doors closed time's moved time's run out dark pit sharp wit you can't come by don't even try but ma'am i got ham blends right in against the shin yes sir open now but this shit keeps coming out you tried to break the bubble but the radius gave you doubt made you lose your stiffened will, made your ovals straighten out now attention turns to the white girl's dark and special place here today, gone tomorrow, won't you go and try her taste but is it shaved? i don't know but is it enslaved? don't think so does it accept foreign visitors? yes but only in two's well then i've got 'ole steinberg with me sorry, actually it doesn't accept jews no sir! oven locked lever shifted not in stock other side has more pride to let you in and push you out moistens more more to store flexes well won't even yell but behind is not so kind still though, sir it would blow your mind can i get a little over here... can i get a little over here... can i get a little over here... can i get a little over here... no sir! doors closed time's moved time's run out white cheeks pancake sweets emits leak not a treat but ma'am i got spam to fill it up break the cup yes sir open now but this shit keeps coming out girl... do you walk? do you talk? hey now i know it is hard to break the law girl... girl...
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well i can't mistake this feeling how i think you'd let me go and i can't pin point the reasons i just feel the undertow why do you let me go? and i can't mistake this feeling how it hurts to love you so and i can't pin point the reason why you'd want to let me go why do you let me go now? i'll hold your hips to mine i'll hold your hands in mine and i'll look into your eyes and i'll see a thousand sighs and the moon sinks its head and the sun has gone to bed and it's just the two of us waiting while you let me go why do you let me go? why do you let me go? why?
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karen, you won't like this song
i'm singing the same old song i'm singing the same old lines minor 6th to fourth to root and then some more won't someone shut me up it's getting to be the same old progression as other songs before this song now here comes some organ to add a little spice it plays a little nice but not for too long because there is this thing a thing called dynamics you've got to use it well you've got to make it swell i know you i know you won't like this song i know you i know you'll think it's too long i know you i know you'll look the other way isn't there anything else more that i can say i know you you know i'm trying my best i know you you know i'll never past your test and it's frustrating and it's degrading i can't sing you know i can't sing sing this song you're saying the same old words you're saying the same old lines and if you'd give me time i might disagree and maybe that's why we argue maybe that's why we fight but sometimes sometimes you impress me i know you i know you won't like this song i know you i know you'll think it's too long i know you you'll wonder why i try and you won't even look past this second chorus i know that i can't sing this part notes are too high they have no place to start i under shoot i over aim and i don't know why don't know why i even try this is called a bridge i usually tone it down a bit and play some ride cymbal see, it's sort of the same as the other songs i write and record on my macintosh provided by apple, inc. not apple computers anymore steve jobs announced that name change at macworld 2007 i'm singing the same old song i'm singing the same old lines i'm singing the same old song and you won't give me your time
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i guess depression is no excuse for not being well mannered
it's noisy in this room i don't think i can stay in this room it's noisy it's way too noisy get me out of this place please windows are close to the side i can't see through the window someone please get me out of here please i need your help is anyone listening? listening? help! i guess depression is no excuse for not being well mannered i don't think i don't think i just react it's who i am it's who i am sifting through the clouds slowly not surely trying to fly but only coming down too fast and i know these walls these windows won't someone help me! won't someone help me please please and i guess depression is no excuse for not being well mannered well mannered outside outside is the world the beautiful world with people walking by saying "hi" to me but... it's just a dream it's just a dream just a dream open your eyes it's just a dream
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i wasn't born to love the dolphin i wasn't built to fuck the dolphin what makes this difficult for you people to understand? the dolphin may be a mammal but it doesn't make it right what makes this difficult for you all to understand? and if the dolphin approaches me i won't strike it i'll play along nicely and tell it i'm not interested and hopefully it won't persist no because i wasn't born to love the dolphin i wasn't built to fuck the dolphin what makes this so difficult for you people to understand? i was not born to love the dolphin i was not built to fuck the dolphin no
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in lieu of our meeting time (murder is murder) in lieu of our feeding time (slaughter is slaughter) in lieu of our leading time (a view to a kill) in lieu of our meeting time (meeting time) lambs for the slaughter bring me my daughter i need some water you can't kill me no you can't kill me no you can kill me come and tickle me a while you can't kill me no you can't kill me no you can kill me yes you can tickle me a while time to head out on the way the road is long and the road will stray but my tribe still lingers on eyes wide open to the sun to god and to one nation and to the outdoor railway station we missed the train but once again like we did so way back when you aimed the gun and you missed caressed my tongue with a kiss opened my palette to a taste a fleeting feeling of emerging waste a hopeless path and a fruitless life won't you go and grab your wife you see she's trailing way behind don't even think you can give her time you can't kill me no you can't kill me no you can kill me come and tickle me a while you can't kill me no you can't kill me no you can kill me yes you can tickle me a while no, no, no... you can't kill me here we go again you thought we were gone but we ain't, my friend here you come again this meeting just needs to end in lieu of our meeting time (murder is murder) in lieu of our feeding time (slaughter is slaughter) in lieu of our cheating time (murder is murder) in lieu of our meeting time (meeting time) you can't kill me no you can't kill me no you can kill me come and tickle me a while you can't kill me no you can't kill me no you can kill me yes you can tickle me a while