Masters of Song Fu Demos
by Spencer Sokol
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Mr. Deadend
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Unfinished
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Reservations
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Wicked One
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This is a collection of demos from the Masters of Song Fu competition.
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released 17 November 2009
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- Track Name: Mr. Deadend
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this path was born of selfish, rote behavior
these soles worn from obsessive tendencies
I've walked Winchester's staircase
her road to nowhere
wandered a pier, a bridge straight out to sea
I know you only take me the wrong way
but I've heard all about what they say
"Hey Mr. where you goin'?
Hey Mr. where you been?
Hey Mr. what do you think you know?
"Hey Mr. where you goin'?
Hey Mr. what'd you do?
Hey Mr. where do you think you'll go?
I don't know, but when the going gets too slow
I can always come back home
come back home
I shall not pass
Still I dream my little dream
but there's no way out it seems from
hearing this twice-told tale retold
yesterday, the same as today, but I'll try
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Yes, I'll go, and when the going gets to slow
I can always come back home
I'm coming back home - Track Name: Unfinished
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there's just no way this isn't a bad idea
I mean, I'm all about second, third and 27th chances
but it's a little disheartening
to see it all break down again and
I've been meaning to mention this a while
probably you're crazy
probably you're mad
can't help but suspect there's something amiss
and then you come home drunk at Christmas
"Speaking of anal sex",
too many inappropriateness-es,
so many things I wouldn't say or do
or imagine anyone else saying or doing
Come on, Who storms out of a birthday party?
suddenly you're crazy
suddenly you're mad
and we both know you sent back all those gifts
but still you came home drunk at Christmas
o, the stories she could tell
the stories she could tell
they all know your crazy
they all know you're mad
and it's no doubt there's something amiss
and so I come home drunk at Christmas - Track Name: Reservations
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another dark and cliché scene
the downpour creates a blackened shade of green
if I just let her drive on through
I know we'd end up on some highway to
a backwater, beat down, podunk town in Mississippi
and it's so damn cold
and we're too damn old
but I still just can't quite say
"I'm ready to go."
when the time comes and I gotta cross
please bear with me, I'm not the only loss
if I laugh, don't cry, just paint a picture
of that night we drove through the rain
and started over again and again and again and again
It's just so damn cold
and I'm just too damn old,
but I still won't say
"I'm ready to go"
there are things to be done
and songs to be sung
words to be stated
and things created - Track Name: -
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I couldn't help but think I had all the time
all the time
it's not enough to realize the enormity of your mistakes
looking down upon it
looking down
there were shades of him I couldn't see
until the black jack shot high
it's too late now
this I know
I wasn't young, but
decidedly ignorant, teenage arrogance shows
there is no story, no moral, no guidelines...
there were shades of him I couldn't see
until the black jack shot high
I wish I could recall your words
I'm glad you took the time to write
because the overall impression still remains
You wanted me to be more than I was - Track Name: Wicked One
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Diane was a stone cold fox who made broken hearts from boys
She took her good looks and her swingin' walk and she mixed in sweet, sweet words
But when she finally fell for one, she sure kissed and he did tell
And it quickly spread that she was the girl that got around so well
I always thought that you lie down in the bed that you make up
So when she got hers I couldn't help but point and laugh and feel so smug
Thinking I was the better one
Jack was your average Joe making a life beyond his means
mixing liberal helpings of debt with just a dash of pure savings
then the rainy days clouded the forecast and soon the well was dry
and now he's just another number in the unemployment line
you see, I always thought that you lie down in the bed that you make up
So when he got his I couldn't help but point and laugh and feel so smug
thinking I was the better one
I always said that you lie down in the bed that you make up
but now I've pushed away all my friends and everyone I love
It seems I was the wicked one
Yeah, I am the wicked one
