1. |
Magnets
03:42
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Magnets
© 2003 Sam Maynard
Time Signature: ¾ Tempo: 188 BPM
Verse 1:
In a crowded room, I found all your pieces
Where small was a place to begin.
In the cleared out space on the flat of your face,
I spread all your pieces out thin.
There was red, there was green, there were hues in between,
But the mood was still lost in the blue.
I hear this relation, like loose association.
I question what lurks inside you.
Bridge:
And no matter what's been said, a needle still pulls your thread.
When it all comes undone, do you know where you run?
Refrigerator magnet conversation
Refrigerator magnet conversation
Chorus 1:
Ah, don't take it all down,
Just move it around.
Verse2
They whispered their thousand white pictures.
As their scrambled language unwinds,
They boil hot wax symphony music,
While eggs sit in silence behind.
You can move it around, don't dare take it down.
If you try making sense, you will lose,
And your lips be sealed by the magnetic field,
while the pieces make sense out of you.
Bridge
Chorus 2:
Ah, just move it around,
Don't take it all down.
Ah, don't take it all down,
Just move it around.
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2. |
Kamikaze Fruit Fly
03:57
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Kamikaze Fruit Fly © 2018 Sam Maynard
First she flew into my coffee
Just to fuel up for the day
But she didn't wanna linger when I pointed her a finger,
So my fruit fly flew away.
Her moves were so erratic while she did her aerobatics,
Hard to follow with my eyes
Then a barrel roll later she was buzzin' on a tater
When she started crackin' wise.
Yeah, she started crackin' wise.
She said “I want some conversation”
As she flew into my wine.
So I asked her where she's going, and she told me I'd be knowin'
When she feels it's proper time,
not until it's proper time.
“The thing that I be seekin' isn't something you find leakin'
out of any common vine.
I gots me a necessity for very special recipe
That gets me every time.
Yeah, it gets me every time.
She said “I'm checkin' out your table,
And this is what I think:
I see a little chicken wing that would be my favorite thing
If you dump it in your drink,
go on and dump it in your drink.”
I thought it was disgusting when I found out she was lusting,
For a thing that I'd decline.
But the kamikaze fruit fly in my Chicken Margarita
Said “Come in, the water's fine,
Come on in, the water's fine!”
Don't go twistin' all the history to solve another mystery
and birth another myth,
If you ever untangle it, where you gonna dangle it,
and what ya gonna end up with?
Yeah, now whatcha gonna end up with?
At the height of my anxiety I'm givin' up sobriety
so I can sleep at night,
And the kamikaze fruit fly in my chicken margarita
Won't go down without a fight.
Don't go down without a fight.
So we shared our crazy cocktail
And she challenged me to race
And she started chuggin' down and splashin' all around
Then she got up in my face.
“I'm a kamikazee fruit fly
and I know my end is near.
If you'd just start drinkin' 'least I'll know where I be sinkin'
And we got nothing to fear.
No, we got nothin' to fear.
So at the height of my anxiety I gave up my sobriety
After her last flight.
Then the kamikaze fruit fly in my chicken margarita
Finally said “good night”.
Yeah, she finally said “Good night”.
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3. |
Wannabees
04:10
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Wannabees
(c) 2015 Sam Maynard
Looking through the perfect lens,
Sorting out the real friends
Some were headed for the door
While others hung around for more
Who'll be left when all is done?
Now there's a guess for anyone.
Draggin' your ass, you're on the run,
Don't waste the time to load your gun.
Chorus:
Satisfy infinity,
We're all a bunch of wannabees
Easy come and easy go
Might let you in what you know
Satisfy infinity,
We're all a bunch of wannabees,
Anyway you wanna roll
You go where you can pay the toll.
I saw Jesus in a tree
He didn't say a word to me
I saw Jesus in my toast
He looked just like a holey ghost
Seven crosses, seven seas
Would someone pass the butter please?
Draggin' your anchor on the run
Don't waste the time to load your gun.
Chorus
Some give up and some move on
Some just passin' their baton
If you want a guarantee
You'll have to give your world to me
Leavin' it all to plant a seed,
Then in between the lines you read
Draggin' your ass, you're on the run
Don't waste the time to load your gun.
Chorus
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4. |
Light of Day
04:23
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Light of Day © 2017 Sam Maynard
Every time your face turns to stone
It almost makes me smile.
Every time you leave me alone
It feels good for a while.
Maybe now is not the best time
To throw yourself away.
Never mind the places you've gone,
They don't matter anyway.
Ever see the light of day while your head's in the sand?
Tell me what it's like in there, cause I don't understand!
Every day your lies move closer to a darker night.
Make it right, or make it over. Save yourself a fight.
Nothing's lost, but nothing is gained
When you look the other way
What's the use, you might go insane
If the game won't let you play
Maybe now is not the best time.
To save yourself for rain.
Maybe now you'll change your whole line
Of ever-changing lanes.
Ever see the light of day while your head's in the sand?
Tell me what it's like in there, cause I don't understand!
Every day your lies move closer to a darker night.
Make it right, or make it over. Save yourself a fight.
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5. |
Someone Else's News
05:03
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Someone Else's News © 2005 Sam Maynard
A thump on a porch step tries to wake the dead,
Still trippin' over pages 'fore they ever get read.
Icons and theme songs, tainted points of view,
All rollin' on the coaster where the rumors are led.
She'll take you on a thrill ride, then leave you for a dime,
And she'll tell the little people where they can stand in a line.
The story written backwards, is the myth behind her eyes,
It's as tempting to believe in as it's full of surprise.
Chorus:
While you wait the wheels are turning
So catch the last train.
Look away a fire is burning,
While you are standing out in the rain.
Are the vines that move your water
Comin' from the same place as your well?
How many times do you remember
Trippin' over your own words to tell:
. . .Someone Else's News . . . .Someone Else's News.
In a perfect little package delivered like a plan
There's a million little fragments scattered out in the sand.
You might hear them laughing when her story finally ends.
If you take it all too serious, you're already damned.
Did she send you out a message through the bottle in your hand?
Did she tell you all her secrets so you'd understand?
And do you really think it matters to the people in the line?
They've been waiting there forever, so they won't mind.
(Chorus)
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6. |
Take It Or Leave It
02:54
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Take It Or Leave It © 2001 Sam Maynard
Verse 1:
Before the cover got blown away,
We saw the writing on your wall.
How could you win before your game was playin'?
Could you even answer to a call?
Oh, the more I think about it, the less you have,
And we're not after what you own.
So fool yourself cause you fool no one else.
We just want to send you home.
Chorus:
Take it or leave it, there's a useless choice.
We don't believe what's comin' from your voice
We release the flame, but hold on to our torches,
Until you fade away. . .
Verse 2:
We don't mind if you have your way,
As long as you have it to yourself.
Our restitution is on the way.
To say anymore might be to tell.
Chorus:
Take it or leave it, there's a useless choice.
We don't believe what's comin' from your voice
We release the flame, but hold on to our torches,
Until you fade away. . .
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7. |
Race
03:49
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RACE © 2017 Sam Maynard
Key of D, ¾ time
Intro: (2X)
A F D(F#Bass)
A F D
D F G
I was time travelling in the clouds
D F G A
Flew into a thread that said “You'd be better off dead.”
D F G
So I said “You know, since I'm allowed,
D F G A
think I'll just float on over into the next cloud”
And the cloud next door had so much more
But all the pinks and the blues left me kind of confused
Like being pushed along by everything you've ever done,
and pulled along by everything you thought you had to do . . .
D F G
. . .just to stay on the treadmill
A F D(F#Bass)
The madness of this contest is a waste.
A F D
And who contrived the madness of' this pace?
A F D(F#Bass)
With all the noise that's thrown into your face,
A F D
Just 'cause your human don't mean it's a race.
So I jumped off the treadmill, into the next cloud.
Flew into a thread that said “rainbows ahead”.
But none of these hues made me at all confused.
It was more like a deer in the headlights,
but there was no car, no truck, no danger.
As a matter of fact it was exactly what it lacked that made it
. . . . . .beautiful.
A F D(F#Bass)
The madness of this contest is a waste.
A F D
And you decide which differences you make.
A F D(F#Bass)
With all these colors showing you their face.
A F D
Just 'cause your human don't mean it's a race.
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8. |
Abuse
04:15
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Abuse
© 2004 Sam Maynard
Sometimes I just don't see the forest through your trees.
Can't find the message in the picture you paint for me.
Don't want to feed you any writing on your wall.
Don't want to read, don't want to find out where I fall.
No reason to believe that anything is other than fine.
So shove your dirt under the rug.
Take what's yours, I'll take mine.
Where you go, what you do,
Don't need that out of you.
I'm down the road out the door,
but what I really want is more abuse,
More abuse, more abuse, more abuse.
Sometimes the way you walk makes me insane.
Why do I always chase the things that bring me pain?
Next thing you know I'm gonna lose all control,
but that's okay, it's what I wanted you to know.
No reason to believe that anything is other than fine.
So shove the dirt under the rug.
Take what's yours, I'll take mine.
Where you go, what you do,
Don't need that out of you.
I'm down the road out the door,
but what I really want is more abuse,
More abuse, more abuse, more abuse.
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Sam Maynard Port Townsend, Washington
Beginning with piano, Sam Maynard became a multi-instrumentalist over the years picking up guitar, voice, and percussion. His compositional style usually involves hearing all the elements of a piece in context before putting it into audible form. His content explores a wide range of expressions of the human experience. ... more
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