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Rox Trot
03:46
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Bon Voyage
03:03
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When you were a little boy
You used to play with your little toys
You never knew just what to say
You'd blink your eyes and run away
But you're older now
And you see just how it's played
Don't show your fear
Or they take you away
To that I say
Bon
Bon Voyage
You might come back some day
You might just stay away
Bon
Bon Voyage
Won't wait by the door
No tears for you no more
I'll get on with my busy day
You're older now
And you still can't find a way
To make me smile
And wipe my pain away
So I just say
Bon
Bon Voyage
You might return sometime
After you spend your last dime
Bon
Bon Voyage
Sail to the setting sun
Thanks for all the fun
I'll get on with my busy day
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3. |
Mad Dash
04:41
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4. |
QuadraColor
04:41
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In a bottle of water
I see my father
Turning to grey
A blue colored daughter
I don't have a daughter
She floated away
And it doesn't set
In my mind anymore
Red lilies of sorrow
Litter the floor
QuadraColor I see
Mr. Yellow doesn't sing anymore
Grey horses in dreams
Blue dollies lay dead on the floor
Yellow grey flowers
Sulfur stained showers
Sprinkle her grave
Wings of an Angel
I love my Angel
Her face turns to grey
And it doesn't set
In my mind anymore
Red lilies of sorrow
Litter the floor
QuadraColor I see
Mr. Yellow doesn't sing anymore
Grey horses in dreams
Blue dollies lay dead on the floor
I thought I had said it
Maybe I read it
I'm really not sure
Red lilies of sorrow
Stay till tomorrow
And never go home
Red lilies of sorrow
stay till tomorrow
Never go home
Red lilies of sorrow
stay till tomorrow
and never go home
Red lilies of sorrow
stay till tomorrow
and never go home
Red lilies of sorrow
stay till tomorrow
and never go home
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5. |
Trash Phaze
03:32
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6. |
My Birds
03:56
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Seems like every single day
Somethings goin' on goin' wrong
I don't really want to pry
On the Air anywhere
To Shape these thoughts in my mind
They want to yell and to fly oh no
All my birds can't fly
All their trees are burned away
We wonder why
Fools without a clue to whom to blame
All my birds can't fly
All their trees are burned away
We wonder why
Fools without a clue to whom to blame
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Mark McDaniel Fullerton, California
Recording since I was 17. Can't play guitar worth a damn. Can't sing. I can only imagine. Oh...and I like Zebras. Who wants a cheese danish?
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