1. |
My Disease
04:42
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My Disease
Written by Ken Cifuentes
Intro:
are they coming
are you coming
Verse 1:
My disease came-a-knockin at your front door again
It's getting harder just to keep him in the back of my head
Maybe I'll dig a hole and bury him for good and for dead
I can't be bothered with the who's and where's and what's and the whens
I can't be bothered with the pleading of my family and friends
I'm busy managing the crap that doesn't matter to them
Pre-Chorus 1:
keeps me on my toes
Waiting for highs waiting for lows
Keeps you on your toes
Waiting for my head to explode
Chorus 1:
And I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
And I don't care about the things that you think you know, you know
That I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
But I am hoping that the best parts still are coming, are they coming.
Post-Chorus 1:
are they coming
are you coming
Verse 2:
My Disease getting staler with the further I run
The torture’s peaking past my threshold and it’s turning to fun.
Should I believe that these things I’ve done cannot be undone.
So don’t you dare imply that I can’t do this thing on my own
And don’t you dare imply that I should make that phone call to home
How dare you melt my heart I’ve spent my lifetime turning it stone.
Pre-Chorus 2:
keeps me on my toes
Waiting for highs waiting for lows
Keeps you on your toes
Waiting for my head to explode
Chorus 2:
And I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
And I don't care about the things that you think you know, you know
That I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
But I am hoping that the best parts still are coming, are they coming.
Post-Chorus 1:
are they coming
are you coming
Chorus 3:
And I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
And I don't care about the things that you think you know, you know
That I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
But I am hoping that the best parts still are coming, are they coming.
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2. |
It's a Boy!
03:06
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It’s a Boy!
Written by Ken Cifuentes
Verse1:
So my folks they came to
Come meet the girl who
Who was my one and filled me with joy
You should have saw them
As they were gawkin’
Because my girlfriend, she was a boy
Then Dad asked me to go see a priest who
Could give me morals and make me well
Said I’m not broken, and now I’ve spoken
So you can love me or go to hell
Chorus1:
And I don’t need to go find a woman
That would only, lead to divorce
In the day time, I’ll be his husband
And in the night time I’ll be his horse
Verse2:
As they were leavin’, my man he leaned in
Said it was best to just give them time
So let’s get planning’ our gay ol’ weddin’
And come or not, well, we’ll still be fine.
And then I turned to, whispered I love you
I stole a kiss when he grabbed my hand
It really hit me as he was gripping
No one can stop me, me and my man
Chorus2:
And I don’t need to go find a woman
That would only, lead to divorce
In the day time, I’ll be his husband
And in the night time I’ll be his horse
Bridge
Chorus3:
And I don’t need to go find a woman
That would only, lead to divorce
In the day time, I’ll be his husband
And in the night time I’ll be his horse
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3. |
When I See You Smile
03:18
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When I See You Smile
By Ken Cifuentes
Chorus 1:
Let’s keep it a secret the way I fall to pieces in you.
When my world was falling apart, where on earth were you?
You say you understand me and know, what I’ve been through.
You then go to cut me apart and take what you can use
Pre-Chorus:
Our time has got a gun
(Maybe mom was right in saying I should show you the door)
Our time has got a gun
(And I can’t count the times I said I wouldn’t see you no more)
Chorus:
But I forget about your lies
And how you like watching me cry
Forget the guy you banged last night
When I see you smile
When I see you smile
I forget that you ignore
And treat me like I’m just your whore
Forget you scare me to my core
When I see you smile
When I see you smile
Verse 2:
It’s clear that you don’t care for me but don’t want to fee, you’rel lonely, that’s it
I guess I’m your emotional hostage, and it’s getting time to split
I think you and your trick in Chicago just might make a good fit.
That boy don’t love himself but he loves it when you treat him like shit.
Pre-Chorus:
Our time has got a gun
(Maybe mom was right in saying I should show you the door)
Our time has got a gun
(And I can’t count the times I said I wouldn’t see you no more)
Chorus:
But I forget about your lies
And how you like watching me cry
Forget the guy you banged last night
When I see you smile
When I see you smile
I forget that you ignore
And treat me like I’m just your whore
Forget you scare me to my core
When I see you smile
When I see you smile
I’m so sorry, Momma’ said she’d call me but she didn’t (X4)
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4. |
Like Me
03:53
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Like Me
Written by Ken Cifuentes
Intro:
Somewhere in the dark, Somewhere in the dark he said, Somewhere in the dark he said
Somewhere in the dark, Somewhere in the dark he said, We lost us
Somewhere in the dark, Somewhere in the dark he said, Somewhere in the dark he said
Somewhere in the dark, Somewhere in the dark he said, We lost us
Verse 1:
Were you just joking, heading out my doorway?
It seems to me you said it with a smile
I’ll give an inch
If you give a mile
Who is that queen, standing in your doorway
No this can’t mean, that I am not the one
Bet you turn the lights off,
When he turns you on, turns you on, turns you on
Chorus 1:
I never really cared to stifle my stride
Somewhere in the midstep you left my side
I would light myself on fire to make you see
He can’t love you like me
I never really cared to stifle my stride
Somewhere in the midstep you left my side
I would light myself on fire to make you see
He can’t love you like me
Verse 2:
So this is what we, what we have to show for…
All that we’ve been through, been through you and me.
I don’t get a phone call
I get the machine
So where’d your heart go, assuming that you had one
Were we a myth, a lucid fantasy
I want my man back
You incomplete me
Chorus 2:
I never really cared to stifle my stride
Somewhere in the midstep you left my side
I would light myself on fire to make you see
He can’t love you like me
I never really cared to stifle my stride
Somewhere in the midstep you left my side
I would light myself on fire to make you see
He can’t love you like me
Bridge:
That trick don’t love you like me
No one will love you like me
Oh no, yeah yeah yeah (X3)
Chorus 3:
I never really cared to stifle my stride
Somewhere in the midstep you left my side
I would light myself on fire to make you see
He can’t love you like me
I never really cared to stifle my stride
Somewhere in the midstep you left my side
I would light myself on fire to make you see
He can’t love you like me
That trick don’t love you like me
No one will love you like me
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5. |
Blame it on Tobin
03:34
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Blame it on Tobin
Written By Ken Cifuentes
Intro:
I said I'm so happy I got it all together right before they came to take my cow
I said I'm so happy I got it all together right before they came to take my cow
I said I'm so happy I got it all together right before they came to take my cow
I said I'm so happy I got it all together right before they came to take my cow
Verse 1:
Molly said she wants a cracker
The holy rollers want to spar
The armadillo wants your hard shell
The armed villain wants your car
and you think that you’ve got something
to get you higher than the sky
Well I hope you really like it
you’re gonna like it til you die
Chorus 1:
You can blame in on Tobin
You can blame it on me
You bank on this moment
You can bank it on anything
We could shoot down their motives
We could shoot down the whole damn thing
We could take down the monarchs
We can take over anything
Yeah anything
Verse 2:
Santa says he wants his suit back
Or he'll only give us coal
When looking through the boxes
I found the one housing your soul
This was all part of the plan here
It's all in the stars
I can promise that I'll here for you
but I cannot take away your scars
Pre-Chorus 2:
but I cannot take away your scars
Chorus 2:
You can blame in on Tobin
You can blame it on me
You bank on this moment
You can bank it on anything
We could shoot down their motives
We could shoot down the whole damn thing
We could take down the monarchs
We can take over anything
Bridge:
You didn't say that you want me
Didn't say that it's alright
Can you say that you want me
Can you stay here tonight
Can you say that you need
Can you say that you love me
Come on tell me you love me
tell me you love me X2
oh tell me, tell me, tell me
Outro:
I said I'm so happy I got it all together right before they came to take my cow
I said I'm so happy I got it all together right before they came to take my cow
I said I'm so happy I got it all together right before they came to take my cow
I said I'm so happy I got it all together right before they came to take my cow
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6. |
Allergic to Thinking
03:08
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Allergic to Thinking
Written by Ken Cifuentes
Verse 1:
Seems awful lot of handshakes with my fair-weather friends and
Seems I lost my sense of core
I’m allergic to thinking, so make up my mind please
You write the script, I’ll write the score
Seems an awful lot of advice that I never asked for
Seems they must think that I’m dumb
I’m allergic to drinking, but line me up dem shots please
They like me better when I’m numb.
Chorus 1:
Save Me I’m Dying and falling by the wayside (X2)
(“Anything you want, take, I just want out” repeated)
Verse 2:
Seems an awful lot of boys that say that they love me
When they’d rather hit and run
I’m allergic to liars, so load up my gun please
Gonna’ teach them how to run
Seems and awful lot talkin right behind my back now
Seems they all keep makin’ fun
I’m allergic to Cowards, so go on run your mouth now
So I can clock it when you’re done
Chorus 2:
Save Me I’m Dying and falling by the wayside (X2)
(“Anything you want, take, I just want out” repeated)
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7. |
#HipsterTrashBoy
03:40
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#HipsterTrashBoy
Written by Ken Cifuentes
Verse 1:
Hipster Trash Boy
Our photo booth pics hang upon my door
You skinny jean whore
I love the way you’re distant when you’re super excited
But your bus is leaving
I’ll play me some “Zappa” to deal with the grieving
Hipster Trash Boy
It breaks my home brew heart you’re not sticking around
Your bands just in town
And I hope your bus don’t crash when you guys head to the East Coast
But your band is leaving
I’ll play some “Bowie” to deal with the grieving
But I must say this to you.
Chorus: (X4)
You left a cigarette burn on my heart when you left.
A clove cigarette burn on my heart when you left.
Verse 2:
Hipster Trash Boy
I love the fact that we’re both diggin’ boys
This aint no choice
Your mustache always tickles me right into a frenzy
But your band is leaving
I’ll play some “Liz Phair” to deal with the grieving
Hipster Trash Boy
Your bus drove off and now I’m here alone
At least I’m still stoned
And I hope you’ll come and see me if you’re ever in Detroit
But your band is leaving
I’ll play some “Kobain” to deal with the grieving
But I must say this to you.
Chorus: (X4)
You left a cigarette burn on my heart when you left.
A clove cigarette burn on my heart when you left.
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8. |
They Say
04:41
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They Say
Written by Ken Cifuentes
They say
You fell out of step
So you better learn to walk like them
They say
Don’t even try
Cus’ you’re never gone stand a chance
They say
Abomination
You’re (bleep)ing up God’s big plan
They say
It’s all in your head
So you better learn to think like them
Though they multiply
It doesn’t make them right
The numbers are a lie.
And when the sun has gone
There always comes a dawn
As long as you hold on.
As long as you hold on.
And you say that you want to give up
Well I hope you don’t
If you feel like you’re ship is sinking
Let me help you float
How can I make you see you’re not alone
I’m with you at the front of this combat zone.
How can I make you see you’re not alone
I’m with you at the front of this combat zone.
They say
We’ll cut out your tounge
If you ever try to use your voice
They say
Don’t you complain
Cus’ afterall it was your choice
They say
Abomination
You’re (bleep)ing up God’s big plans
They say
It’s all in your head
So you better learn to think like them
Though they multiply
It doesn’t make them right
The numbers are a lie.
And when the sun has gone
There always comes a dawn
As long as you hold on.
As long as you hold on.
And you say that you want to give up
Well I hope you don’t
If feel like you’re ship is sinking
Let me help you float
How can I make you see you’re not alone
I’m with you on the front line of this combat zone.
How can I make you see you’re not alone
I’m with you on the front line of this combat zone.
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My Disease (Drunk Autoharp Version)
Written by Ken Cifuentes
Intro:
are they coming
are you coming
Verse 1:
My disease came-a-knockin at your front door again
It's getting harder just to keep him in the back of my head
Maybe I'll dig a hole and bury him for good and for dead
I can't be bothered with the who's and where's and what's and the whens
I can't be bothered with the pleading of my family and friends
I'm busy managing the crap that doesn't matter to them
Pre-Chorus 1:
keeps me on my toes
Waiting for highs waiting for lows
Keeps you on your toes
Waiting for my head to explode
Chorus 1:
And I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
And I don't care about the things that you think you know, you know
That I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
But I am hoping that the best parts still are coming, are they coming.
Post-Chorus 1:
are they coming
are you coming
Verse 2:
My Disease getting staler with the further I run
The torture’s peaking past my threshold and it’s turning to fun.
Should I believe that these things I’ve done cannot be undone.
So don’t you dare imply that I can’t do this thing on my own
And don’t you dare imply that I should make that phone call to home
How dare you melt my heart I’ve spent my lifetime turning it stone.
Pre-Chorus 2:
keeps me on my toes
Waiting for highs waiting for lows
Keeps you on your toes
Waiting for my head to explode
Chorus 2:
And I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
And I don't care about the things that you think you know, you know
That I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
But I am hoping that the best parts still are coming, are they coming.
Post-Chorus 1:
are they coming
are you coming
Chorus 3:
And I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
And I don't care about the things that you think you know, you know
That I'm not looking for divine intervention
And I'm not interested in sitting here and making you rich
But I am hoping that the best parts still are coming, are they coming.
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It’s a Boy! (Stripped Mix)
Written by Ken Cifuentes
Verse1:
So my folks they came to
Come meet the girl who
Who was my one and filled me with joy
You should have saw them
As they were gawkin’
Because my girlfriend, she was a boy
Then Dad asked me to go see a priest who
Could give me morals and make me well
Said I’m not broken, and now I’ve spoken
So you can love me or go to hell
Chorus1:
And I don’t need to go find a woman
That would only, lead to divorce
In the day time, I’ll be his husband
And in the night time I’ll be his horse
Verse2:
As they were leavin’, my man he leaned in
Said it was best to just give them time
So let’s get planning’ our gay ol’ weddin’
And come or not, well, we’ll still be fine.
And then I turned to, whispered I love you
I stole a kiss when he grabbed my hand
It really hit me as he was gripping
No one can stop me, me and my man
Chorus2:
And I don’t need to go find a woman
That would only, lead to divorce
In the day time, I’ll be his husband
And in the night time I’ll be his horse
Bridge
Chorus3:
And I don’t need to go find a woman
That would only, lead to divorce
In the day time, I’ll be his husband
And in the night time I’ll be his horse
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KENN Detroit, Michigan
I'm a post-pop cowboy at a homo-erotic dance party or, as your grandpa would say, some queer with a microphone...
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