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Smoked up the Prophets

by The Ben Gordon Show

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Back to Now 02:53
A funny thing occurred somewhere along the way it didn't ring the bell or shout at me to come and play i was too busy brewing myself up a spell to notice I'd been doing what I've known myself to do so well thinking ahead, thinking behind, thinking 'til I think I'm crazy for thinking all the time, thinking all the time You've seen the homeless guy who babbles in the square he isn't crazy don't cast hateful glances over there he shouts it to the world with eyes of burning red don't think that you are better cuz you keep you thoughts trapped in your head thinking ahead thinking behind thinking 'til I think I'm crazy from thinking all the time always plotting out some future place where things turn out somehow somebody grab a rope and pull me back to now
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I get it you are gone, this move towards moving on it isn't getting lost on me we used to sit around no need to carry on but now i find the silence deafening I am over here and you are over there my hope is fading with the night but if at first you don't succeed I'll have you in another life well maybe this was all a dry run or a casting call i'm sad I didn't get the part if I learn my lines better the next time I'll see your shadows coming down the hall and though it's far away, I swear there will come a day a couple lifetimes down the line you'll think it's him, but him IS me I'll have you in another life
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dreams of maria i put my sangria down to rub my eyes I see her face as she waves full of grace from on top of the ice all this sangria and all the tequila could never ever numb my heart been glued to this stool watching bums playing pool since we fell apart so i drink the wine her face gets clearer in and out of my mind she's floating past me, those sweet sweet dreams of maria oh now my darling I woke up this morning in someone else's yard and where is my car I sure hope it's not too far away cuz I'm going back where Cervezas get stacked higher than the Yuma trees and she's not coming back but my memory is intact and she'll never take that from me I shouldn't stay but happy hour comes but once a day so I'm saving a seat for all of my dreams of maria don't you dare laugh at me waving back to my dreams of maria
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It's not for the lack of trying been trying to hold you but you never stay tired of staring up at those hills where the people who got you must be laughing all day It's just that simple being born on first base don't mean you hit no triple so me and my scrappy friends warmed the benches in June tried working hard one summer did overtime and still could never get ahead said, "screw it" I'm not some fool so i sold me some dime bags in the back of my school but I smoked up the profits just some stems and seeds in otherwise empty pockets too poor to even ask my two year crush to the dance come one money money it's me why do you go about your business so separately well it ain't funny just wait and you'll see I never did nothing to money but money hates me they say nobody needs to be happy but it's always people with it who always saying that they'd still be happy if they didn't have and they're always trying to tell you that with mouth fulls of single malt scotch and lobster tail filled teeth We've had some brief romances so I take you out to celebrate and put some down but every time i come to I'm alone with a headache and there is no sign of you so i bought a bigger wallet to hold you in case you saw it then you'd know for sure that i'm for real this time come on money come back to me i'll give you one last chance to prove yourself we'll wip the slate clean but just like always you sail off to sea i never did nothing to money I stayed in on the weekends I drank on the cheap i even tried a couple times to get an online degree but here I am still broke and hungry man i did all i could for money but money hates me
5.
while midnight porches glow a neighborhood of televisions echo past the fallen snow it makes the street look clean father michael passes time by thumbing through a porno magazine lately things have been slow all the husbands wives sit to fantasize and smoke when gossip gets too old and all the bar room kings play pool for onion rings while the wives all twist up their hair and another beer goes down in smalltown,anywhere meanwhile back down the road the women get to talking 'bout the vows they made while they were young and life had just begun all their stupid dreams get blown up in smoke rings and they wonder how they got there well the future is open wide in smalltown,anywhere and another beer goes down
6.
I'm losing you in pieces kinda like the way the western beaches pull parts of my sand castles away all i can do is look at you watch your frame fade out of view left holding your old shadows to my face like red birthday balloons that slowly float up to the moon just when you reached out for a Monarch Butterfly sometimes I wish you'd hopped the noon bus line left all at once one single time instead each day my eye releases a brand new tear from losing you in pieces I'm losing you like gamblers lose their bank accounts to betting booths still all the while with smiles across the face all i can see are memories that follow me like autumn bees stinging leaving rashes in their wake like new years resolutions that soon turn into excuses cuz you knew you wouldn't do it anyway sometimes I wish you'd hopped the noon bus line left all at once one single time instead each day my eye releases a brand new tear from losing you in pieces
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The summers were long while we were on Oakwood time there was always music in the air everything then seemed like a pantomime no one was gonna take or have a shot to break that little heart of mine i remember the stars seemed so much brighter then or maybe i just don't see the good anymore I can still hear the sound the trampling of tiny feet i was never all alone always someone on the phone or sitting next to me but now i'm driving through the rain dropping tears from World War fighter planes yeah i'm crying cuz I don't know what to do i'm a prisoner in this town there's a million people shuffling around and they're right in front of me but no ones home where did everybody go? where did everybody go? so should I leave or stay it's not like it's gonna matter anyway if i go I'll still be waking up with me I wrote all the endings down bu the script got changed and twisted around thought i'd have someone to help with growing old Where did everybody go? where did everybody go?
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This World 03:18
I saw some ladies dragging shopping bags onto the train they were laughing to each other about the money they saved so i turned around and said.. "isn't saving when you put some dough away?" well they looked at me like i was devil spawn until i got off the train past the glazey eyed herd on their phones weaving through each other like a school of spawning Mackerel I've seen a hundred thousand movies read books of far off distant lands but this world is the strangest place I've ever been Sometimes i wake up knowing that I truly went away not just turning in my body on top of this bed I never make each time i look around and end up thinking I forgot about this place but as long as i'm here i'll grab some coffee and clear these webs from my brain and i think of this had that i've drawn where half the world is well enough the other half got nothing at all how the kings left their castles to carve this world up with ball point pens yeah this world is the strangest place I've ever been
9.
look at you looking at yourself you know it musta took the best of a day to make it seem like you just threw yourself together in a whimsical way but your advisors wound you up just long enough to crack out all of the lines to keep the little people pointing at each other for a little more time all the party people comb their hair together they're laughing in the green room spilling on their seaters one giant leap for all mankind Hey Mr. Handsome thanks a million for your faith in memorizing your lines it makes us happy knowing that you private jet is zizzing up in the sky tell me that one again about how the problems came from that other side yeah keep the little people pointing at each other for a little more time all the party people crash their flutes together they're laughing at the sheeple lining up to pull the levers one giant leap for all mankind just give it money maybe it will go away just give it money maybe it will go away
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released November 9, 2012

All songs by Ben Gordon, mixed and mastered by Ben Gordon
Bob Parins, guitar on "In Another Life"
Bill Schulz, drums on "Money Hates Me"
Jeremy Gordon, back vocals on "Back To Now"
Josh Gordon, back vocals on "Get the Band Back Together"
Andy Gordon, back vocals on "Losing You In Pieces" and "All the Party People"
Cover art by Gerald Slevin

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