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Shakin’
I’m shakin’ for you just like a leaf high in a tree
I’m shakin’ for you just like bug crawling on me
I know what you want from me right now
I know what you want
I know what you want from me right
Now…Now… Now…
I know what you want from me right now
I’m shakin’ for you just like voodoo just like you do
Oh yeah
You make me dream
You make me dream
You make me dream
You make me dream
You make me dream
Yesterday’s Shirt
Yeah-you want me to say
That everything’s OK and everything is fine
But I want you to know
That everything is going sour in this wine
When the good’s all but gone and the bad lingers on
Well it’s hard to believe it’s getting worse... it’s getting worse
You make me feel like I’m yesterday’s shirt
(You leave me)
Thrown in the corner with the rest of your dirt
(You make me)
You make me see it’s more work than it’s worth
(You make me)
And you treat me like shit or worse
I don’t want you anymore
Come knocking on my door but no one will be home
You have wasted all your time
When you find your peace of mind I hope you like it all alone
How You’ll Know I’m Gone
How you’ll know I’m gone…
There’ll be a silence in the air
And every time you think to venture near the sink
Nothing will be there
So, you step outside, but you won’t catch me in that lie again
‘Cause all those cigarette butts I used to hide have been swept away long ago
But I guess that you would know that I’m gone
Now the bed won’t seem so small and every time you reach
Across the sheets you won’t feel any heat from me
And at 2:00 a.m. you won’t hear me breathing
Shake yourself awake fumble lamped
But you won’t see my tumbled hair lying there sleeping next to you
That’s how you’ll know I’m gone…
How you’ll know I’m gone…
You won’t hear me sing along when you sing that song
The one we used to play now I’m 100,000 miles away
You’ll think you left something home
But every time you check all you find’s that empty pocket
In the jacket that I left behind…but I don’t mind
So you play that song again
And you think you may have found
Something in the sound that made me smile and maybe stick around
Kind of crazy now, yeah something’s missing
Flashbulb red surprise, snapshot eyes
Your won’t see my smiling face in that place standing next to you
That’s how you’ll know I’m gone…
Hey, Al
Hey, Al won’t you be my pal?
Won’t you be my ink-block fingerprint?
Hey, Al time capsule
Help me see through the glare and tint
That’s fogging up my high Hey, Al Hey, Al Hey, Al
Hey, Al won’t you be my pal?
Won’t you be my light bulb fingertip?
Hey, Al you’re my pal
Bang on the ear with a two can lip
I want to watch you fly Hey, Al Hey, Al Hey, Al
And if you fall, and if you fall then I’ll be there
And if you fall, and if you fall then I’ll be there
And if you fall, and if you fall, and if you fall
Then I’ll be there
Hey, Al won’t you be my gal?
Won’t you be my flashbulb photograph?
Hey, Al time capsule
You can bury me but don’t bury my laugh
I want to share a smile Hey, Al Hey, Al Hey, Al
And if you fall, and if you fall then I’ll be there
And if you fall, and if you fall, and if you fall
Then I’ll be there Hey, Al Hey, Al Hey, Al Hey, Al
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Hey, Al
Someday Lonely
Black box, Betsy Ross, eyes crossed, jingoistic
That’s right snakebite, jack-knife, egotistically
Hey honey, I still don’t want you to leave
Someday lonely
Someday lonely you will be
Someday lonely you will be, yeah, but not me
House mud, horse blood. Pick an allergy
So close, adios, court-ordered policy
Hey honey, limited proximity
Chorus
When you’re feeling all alone and down
Think of me, ‘cause I won’t be
But there’s nothing I could say to you
To help you feel like I do
Landslide, sledge ride, blood dried on the side of the road now
Hitchcock, let’s rock, can’t knock what’s head to toe now
Hey honey, I’m sorry to see you go
All Songs ©2004 Patrick Storedahl/Porksword Publishing
