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Sunny Sunday
02:47
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On sunny Sunday I get a little bit of sun
On sunny Sunday I get a little bit of sun
No one knows who’s writing yet
No one knows who we’ll forget
No one knows whose hands they’ll let
On sunny Sunday we get a little bit of love
On sunny Sunday we give a little bit of love
Sing in chorus
Stegosaurus
On sunny Sunday we get a little bit of sun
On sunny Sunday we get a little bit of sun
No one knows whose hands they’ll let
No one knows who we’ll forget
No one knows who’s writing yet
On sunny Sunday
On sunny Sunday
On sunny Sunday
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2. |
Letting Go
04:29
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(Recorded Live at Crossroads Cafe 11/2009)
It takes years to do anything right
Maybe I’ll die before I do
Cause things have a way of going wrong
And sometimes you get mixed up
But I’ve a love
When the morning comes
I’ve a smile
Maybe I shouldn’t count what’s going wrong
Take everything I know, you can have it
Don’t take anything you love for granted
I’m letting go, cause I can’t understand it
It takes years to gather what you’ve got
Have enough means more than have a lot
Cause things have a way of getting lost
And sometimes you get mixed up
Oh I’ve a love
When the morning comes
I’ve a song
Maybe I shouldn’t count what’s going wrong
Take everything I know, you can have it
Don’t take anything you love for granted
I’m letting go cause I can’t understand it
But I won’t walk away from this empty handed
I’m letting go I’m letting go I’m letting go I’m letting go I’m letting go I’m letting go
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3. |
Jonah & The Whale
02:50
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There’s a dog at my door
There’s a neighbor below
I’m tired of regretting things
I didn’t know
Love doesn’t interest me
Neither do my sins
I’m 23 years old and I don’t know how to begin
I’m stuck in the ground
With a hole in my shoe
Waiting for the ferryman
Wondering what to do
Growing but impatiently
My hair’s getting long
I’m 23 years old and I don’t know where I belong
There’s a friend on my mind
With a burned up fairytale
Should we run away from Nineveh?
Jonah and the whale
Cause cities are too certain,
Gardens are unaware
I’m 23 years old and I don’t know why I care
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4. |
Pipes
02:53
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Pipes are difficult to paint
And when you do, the paint never stays
A home is difficult to make
And children you love never stay
Cakes are difficult to bake
You can’t fake patience
Life is difficult to take
Live in the silence of things that you make
I won’t forget you, I won’t forget
I won’t forget you when you fall asleep
You have me at least, you have me at least
You have me at least, you have me at least
I won’t forget you, I won’t forget
I won’t forget you when you fall asleep
You have me at least, you have me at least
You have me at least, you have me at least
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5. |
Ordinary Love
03:39
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In ways we are nothing
In ways we are gods
Some days we are lovers
Others we’re at odds
It’s regular sunshine, regular rain
Ordinary growing, extraordinary pain
All very simple everyday kind of stuff
Extraordinary giving, ordinary love
In ways we are children
In some we are grown
And oh we are blameless
But oh we should’ve known
Things will break
You know we’re on the mend
Love may be everlasting
It still comes to an end
Regular sunshine, regular rain
Ordinary growing, extraordinary pain
All very simple everyday kind of stuff
Extraordinary giving, ordinary love
Extraordinary giving, ordinary love
Extraordinary feeling, ordinary love
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6. |
Time
02:20
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Time is slipping away
And oh you’ve got me babe
Through time, fairytales and sand
I’m your man
Angels pack their bags and leave the shit behind:
Fragile hearts, fragile minds
And time leads us down the alleyway
But oh I’ve got you babe
Oh I’ve got you babe.
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7. |
El Dorado
02:09
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Inkblots and eyedrops and God gone astray
Angels and devils aren’t down on me today
Music, anatomy, the movement of feet
Move down the street
Move quietly
Soldiers aren’t arrogant; children aren’t wise
Sit on the windowsill; think with your eyes
Temptation to live forever, city of gold:
I don’t buy a word of what I’m told
I don’t buy a word of what I’m told
I don’t buy a word of what I’m told
I don’t buy a word of what I’m told
I don’t buy a word of what I’m told
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8. |
1st And 2nd
03:17
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People talk a lot
People laugh sometimes
People first and second guess what’s on their minds
Everybody learns, at least
Everybody tries, I think
Everybody loves a first and second time
Everybody dreams
Sister, I’ve got mine
But everybody wastes a lot of time
Everybody hurts
Oh but that was then
Now I see I’ve caught my first and second wind
My heart is wide open
To your heart
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9. |
The Goof
00:40
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Monkey and pig
Dad in a wig
Mom in a stew
You on a moose
What a caboose
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Wallace Pig Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
A BRIEF HISTORY OF WALLACE PIG These songs were written and recorded in Philadelphia, PA thanks to the help of: Michael Southerton, G L Dietz, Ryan McCloskey, Sara McElroy, Kevin McCorry, and a few others. Wallace Pig had a brunch gig in Roxborough every Sunday of November 2009. If you weren't there, you missed it. Which is okay, because most of the shows were pretty bad. But some were good. -WP ... more
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