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Steve Thompson is Live (2009) Recorded July 8, 2009 at PD's Pub in Pittsburgh, PA Engineered and Mixed by Dan Eaby Vocals, Guitar: Steve Thompson Bass: Tony Regola Tenor Saxophone, Guitar: Dave Trinh Drums: Stephen Peck
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My brain is working so hard To write a song on this guitar My first song about bubble gum Though nothing seems to come I don't what you want me to say When you waste a quarter on me everyday If that only flavor stayed an hour I'd feel so elated with such power Do the bubble king, Do the bubble king The king, that king Now what we've got here is certifiable As a grade A ball of gum What you think's going to happen When that flavor hits my tongue Maybe wings will come out of my back Maybe clowns will try to make me laugh Well I don't know let me find out Let me pop that mother right in my mouth Do the bubble king, Do the bubble king The king, that king Ishmael's Axe Our lives march on While theirs are gone When we saw them Our eyes felt it I can't ask why Life stumbled and they died Who knows when how This stops consuming us now Where were you when the axe fell Bringing up to earth a fiery hell When were you when time froze Why lord - only he knows Where were you when the axe fell 33 dead and gone and on and on It goes again and again Early morning, barely dawn Barely dew or sunshine on Then the fear game began Veiled in cowardice again Why it happens I don't know Every year in many homes Everyday and every night Why oh why do we even try When I think of every life Cut short by evil's knife Disillusioned diplomat With those teary eyes and warm regret Those days they'll never have Those laughs they'll never laugh How I wish that I could've known Cos I would've traded my life for their own Where were you when the axe fell Bringing up to earth a fiery hell When were you when time froze Why lord - only he knows Where were you when the axe fell 33 dead and gone and on and on It goes again and again We've got the fire of a hope in our eyes We've got our hands on a vision and peace is the prize Polythene Pam (Lennon/McCartney) Well you should see Polythene Pam She's so good-looking but she looks like a man Well you should see her in drag dressed in her polythene bag Yes you should see Polythene Pam Yeah yeah yeah Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt She's killer-diller when she's Jacked to the Hilt She's the kind of a girl that makes the "News of the World" Yes you could say she was attractively built Yeah yeah yeah Tithes & Offerings Bring out your nickels, dollars, dimes Keep those hands in pockets we ain't got much time If you're going to try and buy your way to any type of heaven Keep those hands in pockets 'til the end of time When they pass that golden plate around Pass it up and pass it on back down You better give your money's worth to everyone who's in that church God ain't free for what it's worth Power Lines Living in the suburbs Snow falls on the ground Lit house, empty heart Turntable spins around Twenty-five inches That's what they're telling me Winter's blowing heavily You can barely see Anna's voice sings out Makes me feel less alone Living in the suburbs Barely even feels like home Power lines Everywhere Are going out again And it feels like I've roamed for so long And it seems impossible to find home And it feels the going's going wrong When I'm going home next Nobody can know When you're going to answer My calls on the telephone Lock is on the toolshed Fire's burning down below Everything is desolate Living here all alone Power lines Everywhere Are going out again And it feels like I've roamed for so long And it seems impossible to find home And it feels the going's going wrong Allusions To A God Life is in front of me What we choose to see Gives us hope Dreams are escaping me Are embracing me Where I go Lose your intentions That'll lead you home Choose your extentions Alluding to a god You've got that kind of face Such a simple grace Loving flow You're all the proof I need To make me believe In what we've got Lose your intentions That'll lead you home Choose your extentions Alluding to a god Return to Discography |
