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Song For Haruo Nakajima
04:15
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We all wanna smash something into matchsticks sometime
Stomp a giant footprint into the grand design
You're the only monster with your own star on the Walk of Fame
And all around the world, the people, they all tremble at your name
Then they send the tanks in, when will they ever learn?
You stalk right past them into the ocean, as you leave, Tokyo burns
You're the only monster with your own star on the Walk of Fame
And all around the world, the people, they all tremble at your name
You're a morally ambiguous force of nature
A nuclear evolved, prehistoric, reptillian creature
And when you rise, we will crown you King of the Monsters
And when you rise, when you rise, when you rise up,
We will crown you King of the Monsters
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2. |
Song For Mary Shelley
02:19
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Your mother was a famous feminist
Your father was a moral theorist
Your husband wrote romantic poetry
But your little book is what resonates with me
Because you invented Frankenstein
You created a monster
Yeah, you invented Frankenstein
Where werewolves come from is a mystery
The first vampire is lost to history
And no one knows who thought up the first ghost
But Mary, here is something only you can boast
Yeah, you invented Frankenstein
You created a monster
Yeah, you invented Frankenstein
Yeah, you invented Frankenstein
You created a monster
Yeah, you invented Frankenstein
Yeah, you invented Frankenstein
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Song For John Darnielle
02:19
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It was 4:50am when I got home
And I was wishing an angel had been there to roll away the stones
Coming back from Asheville and I-40 was shut down
And we got so lost on our way back to Tennessee
We drove down backroads through scary places where we had never been
And we stopped at a gas station in some small town that we had never seen
We consulted maps and some cheap cellphone's misguided GPS
Yeah, the whole thing was a mess
I had to work in the morning and when my alarm went off, I though that I would die
Or maybe cry, or maybe cry, or maybe cry, or maybe cry
Then a few days past and I wasn't tired, I was not tired anymore
And I still remembered when I shook your hand a couple days before
And you sang some songs, you told some stories, and you signed a lot of things
It was worth it just to hear you sing
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4. |
Song For Eli Navarro
02:21
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When there's a problem, you look at me
I need an alibi just for you to believe
But I'm innocent, I'm innocent, at least this time I am
And I need you to clear my name
When you need a favor, you look my way
I get my hands dirty for you, it's just another day
So you owe me one, you owe me one, 'til I'm stuck in a jam
I think we've lost track now anyway
I think that I'll clean up my act
But you know how it goes, when you leave, they try and pull you back
But I'll do my best, I'll do my best, 'cause I look up to you
But I'd never admit that to anyone
Hey V, let's go down to the shore
You can ride on the back of my bike, just like you have before
And I'll take you there, I'll take you there, to see what we can find
Probably trouble, if nothing else
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5. |
Song For Toshiro Mifune
02:21
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Wild dog, seems he don't even care
Seems he don't even care, seems he don't even care
Wild dog, seems he don't even care
Seems he don't even care, seems he don't even care
I know he might be a bit crude
His intentions are good, his intentions are good
I know he might be a bit crude
His intentions are good, his intentions are good
Wild dog, seems he don't even care
Seems he don't even care, seems he don't even care
Wild dog, seems he don't even care
Seems he don't even care, seems he don't even care
He came, and the peasants were saved
Now they visit his grave, on the hill, there's his grave
He came, and the peasants were saved
Now they visit his grave, on the hill, there's his grave
Wild dog, seems he don't even care
Seems he don't even care, seems he don't even care
Wild dog, seems he don't even care
Seems he don't even care, seems he don't even care
But when his sword flashed across my screen
It was like nothing I'd ever seen
And in the final action scene
It seemed like he could cut God
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Constant Reader Clarksville, Indiana
Constant Reader makes sad goth folk music in Midwestern bedrooms.
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