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Fair To Midland Album



2011
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
Coppertank Island
9.
Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow
10.
Bravo Sierra
11.
Red Rover Take Cover
. . .


Listen to me.
Listen to me.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
HEY!

Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I am not a machine so don't push me like buttons!

Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
We're not identical twins so don't finish my sentence!

Tell me the truth, but don't tell me anything.
I'd rather have a heart than courage or a brain.

Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
Don't pay any mind to a voice behind curtains!

If you meet the Devil's wife make sure you wear a suit and tie.
And leave them where he stands. Oh~
If he tries to shake your hand, just hit him with her frying pan.
And leave them where he stands.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.

Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
If you want a Picasso, you better start digging!

Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
If I build the Ark will you wait for the water?

The only thing that ever turned him blue,
Was thinking the sky is what he should be turning to.

Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
There are snakes in the grass, so we better go hunting!

If you meet the Devil's wife make sure you wear a suit and tie.
And leave them were he stands. Oh~
If he tries to shake your hand, just hit him with her frying pan.
And leave him where he stands. Oh~
Let them take the kitchen sink and cut her from her apron strings.
Just leave him where he stands. Oh~
All you need is amnesty, so grab my hand and come with me.
Just leave him where he... stands.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
BWBWBWBWBWBWBW-RIKKI!

. . .


YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

You should be counting your blessings, from the sky.
Your eagle eyes found the great blind faith.
I could be kicking the bucket, but you should know:
I never had very good aim.

The right of way is a wild goose chase.

It makes you wonder...
If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark.
It makes you wonder...
If the beaten path is the promise-road.

If I worship the ground that it walks on,
And it winds up that he has two left feet.
Will he be walking on water? Cause you should know:
We never like to get our feet wet.

The right of way is a wild goose chase.

It makes you wonder...
If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark.
It makes you wonder...
If the beaten path is a promise-

I got dizzy.
I got lost.

It makes you wonder...
If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark.
It makes you wonder...
If the beaten path is the promise-road?

(It makes you wonder...)
It makes you wonder...
(It makes you wonder...)
It makes you wonder...
(It makes you wonder...)

And I'm just a stick... in the mud.

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

. . .


To the middle we go.
To the middle we go.

I smell a rat and just in case, I set up traps and you're the bait- SURPRISE!
SURPRISE!
If curiosity kills cats we better, we better teach the cat to fight back.

I'm waiting for you.
I don't know why when you always take your time.
To the middle we go.
Let's see you try to kill me.

Our eyes fell to the floor.
Your eyes and mine.

The middle man straddles the fence, he never loses never wins with confidence.
And more power to him.
He doesn't need a telescope to figure out he's jumping rope and over feet.

I'm waiting for you.
I don't know why when you always take your time.
To the middle we go.
Let's see you try to kill me.

Our eyes fell to the floor.
Your eyes and mine.

I'm waiting for you.
I don't know why when you always take your time.
To the middle we go.
Let's see you try. Ohh-
I'm waiting for you.
I don't know why when you always take your time.
To the middle we go.
Let's see you try to kill me-

. . .


Now heaven knows I've got one short damn fuse,
So come sit down a spell while I light up the room.
If walls could talk they'd be know it alls,
So we live in the sticks there are some fish you can catch.

And it makes my skin crawl,
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, so what's the use?
And she knew, she knew.

He fights like hell because he wants to glow,
And would tackle the sun to be a bright bulb.
I wonder if he'll wake us up in time.

He's gray and has to hide,
Somewhere in-between black and white,
Is he insane?
But never was praying.
Before it's over, I hope he takes you (me) too.

They say attack can be your best defense,
And I got Mother's smile and both my Dad's fists.
John Doe escapes, carry his name,
And when it's time to side ask where not why.

And it makes my blood boil,
Those black letter days or their mail just winds up lost.

He's gray and has to hide,
Somewhere in-between black and white,
Is he insane?
But never was praying.
Before it's over, I hope he takes you (me) too.

You see whispers in the winter.

Temper doesn't laugh.

And every spring, I hear them sing, I hear them sing.
oOoOoOooo
Every spring, I hear them sing, I hear them sing.
Every spring, I hear them sing.

If he's goin' down, he's goin' under the ground.
I hope he takes you, too.
You, too.

. . .


He headed out to rub elbows with oysters today,
What a special kind of sop to think girls fall in your lap.
Ohh, he saw it coming, from miles away.
And it's all to plain to see, we are a swarm of busy bees in flight.

Riddle me this! What can you find?
I hope that you find a better day. (??)
Riddle me this! In your hind sight,
While you run away! Elmo... (??)

He headed out with the white flag, with axes to grind.
A special sitting duck to decide he's giving up.
Ohh no, it's time to show ya, you're miles away.
Where it's crystal clear, because the fog is lifting here for now.

Riddle me this! What can you find?
I hope that you find a better day.
Riddle me this! In your hind sight,
Will you run away? Elmo...

We'd love to live in days way back when
Wondering what could have been.
If we had a time machine, a cure for a cold.
We might not play these waiting games.

. . .


It was an early Thursday afternoon
when she skinned us alive
and blamed it on her mother.
And now when she heads out in her "sunday best,"
I'm wrapped around her neck,
but she won't admit.

A yellow-belly isn't gonna' have the guts,
but sometimes, son, they still get the glory.
It's like the story of the thirsty fish
that jumped Bailey Bridge,
and wouldn't admit it.

You wonderful waste of space,
who quotes 'Amazing Grace,'
raising up your right hand
with a little X behind your back.

. . .


*voc-calls*

you'll not find the place he's at
a new meaning to word 'spacious'.
you'll go in circles for a year
and when push comes to shove
he'll be standing in the rain for you

and when I bite the bullet
the waterman wrote the note? off as fault(y)

Save your breath.
Save your breath?

through windowpanes streaked with the
murky ??? of centuries past
But not listen to a thing

Uh-oh! Uh-oh!
Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Uh-ohhhhh.

It's always been true
First-born son gets all the rights
But ????? we say "splendid".

Save your breath.
Save your breath?

Faulty, faulty. I say no, and don't give in
We either drop like flies, or abandon ship

*voc-calls*

Once again stresses? the ???
*mumbles*
*mumbles*
*mumbles*

Why save your breath?
Why save your breath?

Uh-oh! Uh-oh!
Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Uh-ohhhhh.
Oh, uh-oh, UH-oh, OH oh oh!
Oh, uh-oh, UH-oh, OH oh oh!
Uh-oh! Uh-oh!
Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Uh-ohhhhh.
Oh, uh-oh, UH-oh, OH oh oh!
Oh, uh-oh, UH-oh, OH oh oh!

. . .

Coppertank Island

[No lyrics]

. . .

Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow

[No lyrics]

. . .

Bravo Sierra

[No lyrics]

. . .

Red Rover Take Cover

[No lyrics]

. . .


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