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Olivia (1997)
05:33
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Olivia was a common crook
She learned to do it from a book
Got a special thrill from what she took
And it made her kinda wild
To great excess she liked to drink
She’d pour it down ’til she couldn’t think
And then spread it wide the colour pink
For anyone around
<chorus>
Olivia strange but sweet
Complicated frank and indiscreet
Yeah she could drain your vessel dry
And do it in her sleep
She stole it all and wanted more
Like a tiger’s gotta eat
So tell me now what were we to do
For Olivia
</chorus>
Olivia she took it far
Cuttin’ deals in the boss’s car
Sneaking sweets from behind the bar
She was greatly out of hand
Arrested for a petty theft
She didn’t know her right from left
Of her senses she was sure bereft
So they threw her in the can
<chorus>
Olivia she bumped her head
Hit the ground like a sack of lead
Rolled over once and then lay down dead
She was better off that way
(Copyright © 1997 Todd Brunner)
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Somebody (2002)
03:40
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You are many, just the same
As all the others in this game
But don’t you figure that you could fly
With all the birdies up in the sky
So what’s it gonna be
You could
Be somebody who you know you are
Be somebody in the singular
Be somebody in a higher state
You could be somebody now
That sounds painful you might say
And all the shit won’t go away
But you can shovel like I do
With motivation for cleaner shoes
So what’s it gonna be
You could
Be somebody in a crowded room
Be somebody with a nom de plume
Be somebody in a special way
You could be somebody now
You can do it, just like that
You’ll pull a rabbit from a hat
Then you can sing and dance along
To rapturous verses of this song
So what’s it gonna be
You can
Be somebody – just let it go
Be somebody who you wanna know
Be somebody – yeah you know it’s right
You can be somebody now
(© Copyright 2002 Todd Brunner)
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Mystic (1995)
04:20
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I like pleasure and I like pain
That’s the balance that I maintain
I serve the body but not the brain
Twice a day, every day
I’m so shallow but I don’t care
Life is evil and so unfair
I play my hand almost anywhere
Twice a day, every day
I got symptoms I can’t deny
They might break me or let me fly
Just hit that target right in the eye
Twice a day, every day
(© Copyright 2002 Todd Brunner)
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Beehive (1996)
05:56
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I was born in a beehive
In a honeycomb town
Where the fruit of the labour
Is world renown?
Had a fanciful childhood
With a headful of dreams
And a long education
In the beehive regime
<chorus>
And I thought all of the world was what we made it to be
Taking honeycomb architects so seriously
Sorry, I got it wrong.
Castles toppled and gone
Buzz, busy bee
</chorus>
So I took on the mission
With the rest of the bees
For a piece of the action
And a social disease
We were drunk with the prospect
Yeah, the nectar was sweet
Just one sip of a flower
And life was complete.
<chorus>
Then I flew from the beehive
To make honey elsewhere
And it all looked so different
From up in the air
Now I carry the mantle
And the tools of my trade
For the sake of the honey
Not the beehive crusade
(© Copyright 1996 Todd Brunner)
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Depraved (2002)
03:53
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You think things are right when they’re correct
Always black and white as you expect
And I must be depraved for thinking that
I must be a nasty fuck
To rain right down on your parade
So sue me
I know what you say aint what you mean
Being here and there and in between
And I must be depraved for saying that
I must be a wicked shit
To kick you down into a ditch
So sue me
Take or leave it
Just believe it
You know that it’s true
Love or hate me
Second rate me
But I will get you
Stuff that floats around inside your head
Just the libraries that you have read
And I must be depraved for thinking that
I must be some perverse git
To break your world and stamp on it
So sue me
(© Copyright 2002 Todd Brunner)
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The Beaten Man (1999)
04:00
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He was gifted in the abstract
Nothing you could gamble on
Planetary in his aspect
Incandescent
Unaware
Universally everywhere
Yeah he was stuck before he began
So you might call him the beaten man
The beaten man
Cursed with facets never-ending
More by far than he could use
Nine-dimensionally distant
Visionary
Resolute
An occupational institute
But he was buggered before he ran
So you might call him the beaten man
The beaten man
<chorus>
Let’s go wild
Scream like a child
Raise a cup for the beaten man
Lost and found
Down on the ground
Give it up for the beaten man
Celebrate
He’s too late
Hate the guts of the beaten man
From the door
To the floor
Kick the nuts of the beaten man
</chorus>
Tossed and tangled by the wayside
He was flotsam in the soup
Unpunished but unforgiven
Fatalistic
Justified
Undeniably mystified
Yeah he was naked without a plan
So you might call him The Beaten Man
The Beaten Man
The Beaten Man
The Beaten Man
<chorus>
Copyright © 1999 by Todd Brunner
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Laying in the street
Reproducing in the heat
Waits the mother of disease
Oh yeah
She don‘t need no car
To get to where you are
Got a method, got a plan
Oh yeah
<chorus>
Size is everything
When describing stuff that’s very small
A microscopic string
Becoming pathological
When it’s inside of you
Better worry ’bout the tiny things
And what they’re gonna do
It’s a small, small world
</chorus>
Drifting through the air
Of the space that we all share
Lurks the father of the bride
Oh yeah
He will marry you
To his rich genetic stew
Got a method, got a plan
Oh yeah
<chorus>
(© Copyright 1997 Todd Brunner)
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The Red Beret (1984)
03:23
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Old Hotel (2002)
03:38
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Guess I’m gonna go down to that old hotel
Sit a while if I can stand the smell
Buy myself a drinkie
Kill a little time
Conversations in that old hotel
All around and I can hear them well
Everyone’s complaining
Life’s so fucking hard
Human gallery
Comic misery
Or it seems that way to me
Work’s crap
Home is tough
No one gets enough
The best things in life are always free
New horizons at this old hotel
A sleeping dog in a smoky hell
A band is playing somewhere
Somewhere all alone
Bad gastronomy
Divine symmetry
Maybe we get what we deserve
Food in, stomachs out
What’s that all about
It beats the daylights out of me
I’ll make an exit from this old hotel
I might return, yeah you just can’t tell
But if I’m being honest
I probably never will
(© Copyright 2002 Todd Brunner)
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Todd Brunner England, UK
Multi-instrumentalist composer and songwriter working in many genres. Mad pop/rock musings and crazy cinematic instrumentals that defy categorisation. No rules, no boundaries.Colourful music from the heart and soul.
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