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Same Road(AT Your Funeral)
I'm at your funeral I hear a baby teething
The strangest underscore to everybody's grieving
I miss you so much but, hey, fuck you for leaving
Same road....we're on the same road
I look around and I see a bunch of randoms
Most of your family, and some school friends here in tandems
Your boss on his cell phone even though the preacher banned them
It's the same road...voh dee oh doh....we're on the same road
I see thought bubbles of wonder
Everyone asking themselves, "are my own days numbered?"
But oh we deeply feel your loss
And those who neglected you their swollen eyes set up on that cross
I'm at your funeral and everybody's prayin'
I saw your ex crying in her car on the way in....
Then I overheard a couple of people sayin'
They're glad it's early so they still can get the day in.....
Same road....we're on the same road voh dee oh doh....we're on the same road
-CJC
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Almighty Rock-n-Roll
04:11
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Almighty Rock-n-Roll
You play guitar your fingers blister
Tape 'em up and play some more
Your senior prom you've gone and missed it
Fell asleep in your headphones
You don't fit no mold
You can't be bought or sold
Don't feel like doin' what you're told
Kid don't fight it it's almighty rock and roll....
You went and took a shot at college
Flunked right out and got a job
Playing shows and painting houses
Sleeping in your friend's garage
You don't fit no mold
You can't be bought or sold
Don't feel like doin' what you're told
Kid don't fight it it's almighty rock and roll....
Spend most of my life right here in this basement
Don't need no money to feel proud
Just do me a favor cue up some Replacements
And turn that shit up really LOUD!!!
You don't fit no mold
You can't be bought or sold
Don't feel like doin' what you're told
Kid don't fight it it's almighty rock and roll
-CJC
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Half Century Man
04:21
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HALF CENTURY MAN
White caps are rollin' in...
Look a little further out, losin' the horizon
Part of me is Lieutenant Dan
Gonna strap my ass to that mast, point directly at my chin
say I'm waitin' on...waitin' on the hour
Headin' home to shit, shave, and shower
To meet the lord, someone saw him on the Bowery
Why do I need therapy someday they're gonna bury me
I'm not a man for this age
where we talk with our fingers, broadcast our innards...
live and die on a screen page...
Always selling makes one soul sick
If you have the time you can find us on line
at the methadone clinic
Cause I'm waitin' on...waitin' on the hour
Headin' home to shit, shave, and shower
to meet the lord, someone saw him on the Bowery
Why do I need therapy someday they're gonna bury me
Halcyon days....
of golden grass Octobers and a heart pounding gaze
Seven years of skin....
And I don't know what I'm destined for, or what's more, where I've been
Cause I'm waitin' on...waitin' on the hour
Headin' home to shit, shave, and shower
to meet the lord, thought I saw him on the Bowery
Why do I need therapy someday they're gonna bury me
Headlong for the Why-zits and the who-zits
Dead wrong, somehow I always choose it
In a restaurant feelin' like I'm gonna lose it
Oh, Mr Yamaguchi whatcha puttin' in your sushi?
Some days my life's a penitentiary, I'm here a half a century....
-CJC
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Acrobats
03:11
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Acrobats
That night we danced pirouettes in the park
Under street lamps, throwing silhouettes on the arch
of Washington Square, so pretty in the Fall...
Then we ditched the check at the diner
Saw you home and started to lose my buzz
Was before phones, just knew where the action was
At after hours got bodily removed
Woke up the next day with a shiner...and a loose tooth
Some time passed, meant to give you a call
Went out, got trashed and if memory serves at all
We shared an awkward glance down at Tortilla Flats
but when you're young you live and love like alley cats
And fall like acrobats....
An average night, especially for back then
sober hindsight is a 20/20 lens
You looked askance, sensing it was a trap
when you're young you live and love like alley cats
Had one more chance and I even blew that
but when you're young you live and love like alley cats
And fall like acrobats....
-CJC
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Doris and Rock
04:44
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Doris and Rock
Everything about you is annoying
Everything you do is up on a screen
All these candid moments you're enjoying
Every one an orchestrated scheme....
Today you're dabbling in drug store Buddha practice
You're all "namaste" and yogi platitudes
Meanwhile the whole time that you've been at this
You've taken fifty photos, they've all been of you.....
Doris Day and dear old Rock
Had their way with Pillow Talk
Rocked ducked down to New Orleans
For a stay with the Bayou queens
You're always leading with your altruism
Whenever asked it's all about the poor
Tell me which concern of yours more prescient
Immigrant plight or your pop-up store?
Doris Day and dear old Rock
Had their way with Pillow Talk
Rock ducked down to New Orleans
For a stay with the Bayou queens....
You're every waking moment's documented
Everything you do is to be seen
You want your image to be genuflected
By those idiots who think your life's a magazine
You're always spouting spiritual sayings
You are such a predictable bore
Meanwhile it's your own soul that's decaying
Cause all you ever really want is more.....
Doris Day and dear old Rock
Had their way with Pillow Talk
Rock ducked down to New Orleans
For a stay with the Bayou queens....
-CJC
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Christopher John Campion New York, New York
Christopher John Campion is a singer-songwriter/author known for his rollicking off-Broadway music-monologue-piece, Escape From Bellevue and the acclaimed memoir that followed on Penguin Books. In recent years he has toured and opened shows for M.Ward, Rhett Miller, and Violent Femmes and his songs have been featured in movies and on the CBS shows Instinct and NCIS:Los Angeles. ... more
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