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Mercury Man
03:41
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Long ago and somewhere far away
Another time another place
There came a special man
A message in his hand
To save us in the end
Here he comes again
As fast as he can
So baby
Don't be a fool
Don't be afraid
He's come to stay
Mercury man
He's breaking the sound barrier, too
Mercury man
Across the universe
A world away
At the speed of light he came
Falling from the sky
Beyond the great divide
To show us all the way
Flew in from mercury
With wings upon his feet
So baby
Don't be a fool
Don't be afraid
He's come to stay
Mercury man
He's breaking the sound barrier, too
Mercury man
Deep in the quiet
The deafening silence
Floating all alone in space
See how he's crying
So tired of trying
Every time to save the day
Here he comes again
As fast as he can
So baby
Don't be a fool
Don't be afraid
He's come to stay
Mercury man
He's breaking the sound barrier, too
Mercury man
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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2. |
Persephone
03:36
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Goddess of the underworld
Mistress of the afterlife
As Persephone
Gathered flowers
Hades intervened
To drag her downward
When he opened up the earth
Persephone was swallowed
And such remained her curse
As witnessed by Apollo
Oh oh oh oh
Persephone
Oh oh oh oh
What's left for
What's left for me?
Goddess of the underworld
Mistress of the afterlife
Demeter roamed the land
To find her daughter
She did not understand
Where Hades brought her
And she searched relentlessly
Till a fountain filled her spirit
And she cried: "Persephone"
Who alas, could never hear it
Oh oh oh oh
Persephone
Oh oh oh oh
What's left for
What's left for me?
Goddess of the underworld
Mistress of the afterlife
Come Spring she'd be set free
Winter remanded
He fed Persephone
A pomegranate
Goddess of the underworld
Mistress of the afterlife
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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3. |
One Foot In
03:26
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This simple kind of life
Take not for granted
You can do with it what you like
As is your habit
Sell you soul
Or trade your wife
Turn the screw or twist the knife
Well come on, let's have it
One foot in and one foot out
One foot firmly in your mouth
You talkin' to me?
I'm talkin' to you
We can keep talkin' till we're blue
This silent beam of light
Is not so magic
Though only seen at night
There's one advantage
Watch the galaxies explode
Tell the children they'll get old
That's right, God damn it
One foot in and one foot out
One foot firmly in your mouth
You talkin' to me?
I'm talkin' to you
We can keep talkin' till we're blue
This stupid little life
Is not so tragic
Though we'll never get out alive
It's one rich pageant
Tell the author of the sun
To construct another one
Let's get right to it
One foot in and one foot out
One foot firmly in your mouth
You talkin' to me?
I'm talkin' to you
We can keep talkin' till we're blue
c. Butch Young BMI
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4. |
Dime Store Jesus
03:24
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Dime Store Jesus is
Stifling his sneezes
Worn-out waitress
Addressed him with her
Blessings and her sins
I am, you might recall
Your lord & master
No one you'll ever find
Could bless you better
Tent show revivals are
Thumping on their bibles
Gas station seekers
Arrive to hear him speak
And speak The Word
I am, you might recall
Your lord & master
The one you trust to tell
Just what's the matter
Son
Only son
Only son
Son
Dime Store Jesus
Time you leave us
I am the chosen one
Your lord and master
Sidewalk Caesar
Relieved of all his seizures
Renders to Jesus
A dime and nothing more
To catch the bus
There goes, you might recall
Your lord & master
Dime Store Jesus has
Arrived to save us
Son
Only son
Only son
Son
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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5. |
The Fools of May
02:50
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It's a story line
As old as time
Wanting a love
That can't be mine
Even the sun
Needs a reason
Sometimes to come out and shine
The Fools of May
Are coming on to play
To play
The Fools of May
Jumped up upon the stage
Like their saddest song
When you were young
Made you want to sing along
The Man in the Moon
Is pining for you
When he feels alone the dark
The Fools of May
Are coming on to play
To play
The Fools of May
Jumped up upon the stage
Sometimes you can'y help feeling
Like the foolish one
Nobody loves you, honey
Like a fool in love
Now it's time to go
Play your role
In your slow-mo picture show
Look how the stars
Are finding it hard
Tonight to summon a spark
The Fools of May
Are warming up the stage
The stage
The Fools of May
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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6. |
Child of Nature
03:55
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On the battlefields of home
Wherever you may roam
I hope you’ll always know
You still have a place to go
Do you remember
That time you fell upon your face
Trying to fly into space?
You couldn’t wait
Little Child of Nature
Flying high as the sky will take her
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
On the autumn leaves of gold
Or winter’s silver throne
She lives out in the wild
I miss this nature’s child
Do you remember
That time we flipped into the lake
Just as the moon was taking shape?
It fascinates little Child of Nature
Let’s celebrate whoever is her maker
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Do you remember
When you would run out in the rain
Letting it fall upon your face?
You loved the taste, little Child of Nature
You went away, little Child of Nature
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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7. |
Sunday Driver
03:23
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Who’ll be there
Turning wider down that crowded thoroughfare?
We’re all waiting just for you
'Cause you’re always slowin’ down
Though you’re only passin’ through
Hey, Mr. Sunday Driver
We’re in a hurry when the workday’s done, yeah
Hey, Mr. Sunday Driver
Was the sun in your eyes?
Or are you awake?
You're riding the break, man
How I fear
Once my coffee’s cold
I'll still be waiting here with a smile
I’ve got better things to do
Than to wait behind a man
Who’s admiring the view
Hey, Mr. Sunday Driver
We’re in a hurry when the weekend comes
Hey, Mr. Sunday Driver
Was the sun in your eyes or
Are you awake?
Move out of the way, man
Time out for a couple of years
He’s turning wider
So slow he’s grinding the gears
This Sunday Driver
'Cause you’re always slowin’ down
Though you’re only passin’ through
Hey, Mr. Sunday Driver
We’re in a hurry when the workday’s done
Hey, Mr. Sunday Driver
Was the sun in your eyes
Or are you awake?
You're riding the break, man
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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It was a quarter to eight
When we tried to escape
Through a hole in the ceiling
We're molecular cells
Deconstructing ourselves
And the truth is revealing
Where do we go from here?
Segueing into some unseen dimension
And doing away with our fears
Do you feel like
Mohammed on top of the mountain?
Ponce de Leon in search of his Fountain
Of Youth eternally?
By nine-forty-five
We were barely alive
Among all we'd ingested
Many drinks were imbibed
In a mid-Soho dive
Where we both got arrested
Where are they taking us, dear?
Down to a cell in the House of Detention
Closing our eyes and our ears
Do you feel like
Mohammed on top of the mountain?
Ponce de Leon in search of his Fountain
Of Youth eternally?
I don't care what you say
I don't care what you do
All I know is that I love you
When you're swimming in my vein
All my worries slip away
Yes I must admit I want to
In the following days
We emerged from our haze
And regained all our senses
Though it gave us a fright
Maybe such is the price
Of the height of transcendence
Where do we go from here?
And can we get back
If it's too much adventure?
Learning to swallow our fears
Do you feel like
Mohammed on top of the mountain?
Ponce de Leon in search of his
Fountain Of Youth eternally
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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9. |
Algernon
03:47
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I didn't want to speak with you
It's driving time for the things you do
I fell in love, but so what?
Now I feel down in the dumps
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, that is love
Algernon
I was writing on the company wall
I was searching for the truth of it all
Algernon
I couldn't stand to wait for you
I hung up and you did, too
Now I wish you were here
Just one thing I'd tell you dear:
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, that is love
Algernon
You're killing me with all your carrying on
You can't expect that we would always be young
Algernon
I tell you pretty baby
Come back to me my lady
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
That is love
Algernon
I was writing on the company wall
I was searching for the truth of it all
Algernon
Algernon
You're killing me with all your carrying on
You can't expect that we would always be young
Algernon
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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10. |
Asteroid
04:27
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Riding on my asteroid
With the one I love
Coming down for oxygen
Gets so tough
Soaking up the starlight
Of a distant sun
Gone in the morning
When I wake up
You sold me your sunny skies
You chased the clouds
To make it clearer
Lightning cracked it open wide
And now the storm is that much nearer
I saw you at the station
A travel reservation
Made out just for one
Does your imagination
Carry you to places
Or are you on the run?
Dropping through the atmosphere
Plummeting to earth
Hope you had fun for what it's worth
Falling out of orbit
With the ones you love
All the world around you revolves
While you were getting high
Someone had to make a living
It's no use and no surprise
You take and take
But there's no giving
I saw you at the station
A travel reservation
Made out just for one
Does your imagination
Carry you to places
Or are you on the run?
While you were getting high
No one checked the children's fever
And now you act surprised
At what you're finding in the mirror
I saw you at the station
A travel reservation
Made out just for one
Does your imagination
Carry you to places
Or are you on the run?
Will you ever learn, Asteroid?
You gotta come back to earth
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11. |
Wonderful Life
02:42
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So I'll just stumble on my way
From the cradle to the grave
Though I never seem to notice what
Is holy now
Holy cow
It's a wonderful life
A wonderful day
And we can all come out to play
Yeah, we're coming to life
We're coming today
And love will always find a way
So what
If the world just blows away
Leaves us lonely in it's wake
Would we ever stop to notice that
It's over now?
Oh, and how
It's a wonderful life
A wonderful day
And we can all come out to play
Yeah, we're coming to life
We're coming today
And love will always find a way
It's a wonderful life
A wonderful day
And we can all come out to play
Yeah, we're coming to life
We're coming today
And love will always find a way
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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12. |
Starlit Lullaby
02:53
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Starlight, star bright
Shine upon the earth
With promise of rebirth
'Cause stars that die
Still will shine
Long afterward
Oh how I long to see them shine
And hear their song one more time
Look to the western sky
For a starlit lullaby
Moonlight, tonight
Glows upon the ocean
Stirs emotion
And the melody
By the ocean breeze
Plays in reverse
Then with a beauty beyond words
The mermaid sing:
La la la la la la
Look to the western sky
For a starlit lullaby
Lullaby
Starlit lullaby
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Oh my love
This is our goodbye
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Oh my love
Don't turn out the light
Light years from here
A star that's barely blinking
Mutely winking
Sputters out her song
So sing along
Chime in the verse
All of the birds
In the universe are singing:
La la la la la
Look to the western sky
For a starlit lullaby
Lullaby
Starlit lullaby
c. 2016 Butch Young BMI
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Butch Young Los Angeles, California
Butch Young serves up an idiosyncratic brand of Brit-influenced pop, alternately exuberant and melancholic, by turns Baroque, Bubblegum and bittersweet. Featuring principal collaborator Matt Lee on electric guitar and bass.
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