Mitch Friedman's SING SING:Llyrics

ME NOT RIGHT

Hello, you know what? Me not right
They say my head injured
I like to make friends
I want people like me and not think I’m crazy
but I guess I’m crazy and I can’t help it because
me not right

Hello, you know what? Me not right
There is something wrong with me
they won’t tell me what it is
My head is hurting and I try to think
what would not make it hurt so bad

Hello, you know what? We not right

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PREVIOUSLY UNRELEASED

There's something in my past you never knew about
I kept it to myself but secretly I'm proud
It might complete the picture or help fill in the gaps
of what appeared to merely be a momentary lapse

It didn't fit with all the rest of who I was
Nonetheless this current mess could use a dose of what it does

This quiet guy was once a beast . . . Previously Unreleased
This slender gent knew how to feast . . . Previously Unreleased

I've tried to be the best at everything I've done
but sometimes it ain't bad to have comparison
My repertoire is farther reaching than you think
Tastefulness can exist with the kitchen sink

I can't pawn myself off as something that I'm not
My checkered past will surely trash the goodwill that I think I've got

This grounded guy was an artiste . . . Previously Unreleased
Still losing hair I had increased . . . Previously Unreleased

Unpredictability is on my calling card
It's the best excuse for me
if I sang twangy bluegrass in a day-glo unitard

My obligation is contractual to you
yet I might fill it with some silly indiscretions, so please don't sue?

This athiest felt like a priest . . . Previously Unreleased
Now smooth as silk but once so creased . . . Previously Unreleased
This joker used to be so triste . . . Previously Unreleased
I'm on the rise but once sought yeast . . . Previously Unreleased

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ICE ME NICE

Before the big melt I'm gonna find my favorite pelt
and shuffle up this climate change deck we've been dealt
A future of sweat is something I would soon regret
To try a cryogenic nap seems my best bet
Comfort comes at a pretty price, so flick the switch
and ice me nice

The waters may rise, tornadoes might spin from the skies
Not me, I won't be party to such a surprise
You think that I'm bent for laying out decades of rent
If those rays are just a phase it will be money well spent
Set my alarm for paradise, then flick the switch
and ice me nice

I dig the change of seasons as much as the other guy
But I'm swapping old for cold so wake me up after the fry

Don't jot my obit, to do this you gotta have grit
I'm claustrophobic and you won't see me throw a fit
Just keep me separate from the mice
then flick the switch and ice me nice
Yeah, flick the switch and ice me nice

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HAZY RECOLLECTION

Who knew what and when did they know it?

How can you expect me to recall who I screwed over 20 years ago?
It was only yesterday I screwed some more and even they I don't know

It seems I've got an image problem but my rep will see it through
I've got no time for such nonsense, that's what she's paid to do

In my hazy recollection I've done nothing wrong
One day this crazy press obsession is bound to move along

When you're as important as this guy, you might feel some empathy
The public's like bugs 'round a pig sty and FYI, that pig's not me

It is open to interpretation what is legal involving me
That is a determination often made once we agree on your fee

I've been to rehab five times over, that's commitment to be clean
Common people eat this stuff up from what I can glean

In my hazy recollection I've done nothing wrong
Each day this lazy guilt connection helps me to grow strong
It's me against the throng

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ABIGAIL

I am the coffin and she is the nail
She is the anthrax and I am the mail
I am the blindness and she is the braille
She is the epic and I am the fail

I shudder when I need her touch
This 1 + 1 is 1 too much
Abigail

No pain, no gain
She's the bane of my existence
Major problems seem so minor
squinting at them from a distance

She is the bloodhound and I am the trail
She is the heavy and I am the scale
I am the handcuff and she is the jail
She is the Ahab and I am the whale

I shiver if I need her touch
This 1 + 1 is 1 too much
Abigail

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THE SPY

He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it
He knows when to take it and why to hold back
He moves like a panther into the shadows
Waits, always ready for secret attack

He is the author of my follies and despair
He deals the hand, I play the cards
His breath upon my neck, I lose my mind, I lose the game
When I turn around there's no one there

The Spy
and so am I

She knows what she needs and who can provide it
She knows where to target her ravenous search
Beware of her eyes that shoot poison daggers
straight from her secret aerial perch

She is the trigger of my dark euphoria
She dangles facts, I'm tantalized
Her thoughts surround my head, I lose my way, I lose my train
What fine phantasmagoria

The Spy
and so am I

Our mission can't be classified, we each share half the truth
Weapons drawn, curtains follow in a haze of sweet vermouth

We know what they want and we know they won't get it
Threat or flirtation, we'll never talk
For our information is secret and priceless,
to agents from London and spies from New York

The Spy
and so am I

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SPRING (IS WAITING FOR A CHANCE TO) SPRING

Something in the air says the Winter's ending
People start to come outside looking for some friending
Daylight's saving up extra time to do its thing
Spring is waiting for a chance to spring

Seeds are getting set now the snow is melting
Baseball batters swing, hoping for some belting
Buds are popping up, lovers get set for a fling
Spring is waiting for a chance to spring

The sun is trying but the clouds won't let it
If trees could make a breeze
you bet those clouds would regret it

Heavy coats are gone, girls show off their legging
Birds are starting to chirp now as they do their egging
Bees can hardly wait to find someone they can sting
Spring is waiting for a chance to spring

Bears are waking up from their hibernating
Fishermen can't wait to begin their baiting
Ice cream trucks tune up practicing their ding-a-ling
Spring is waiting for a chance
Break out your short sleeves and pants
Spring is waiting for a chance to spring

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COMFORT ZONE

I'm standing alone in this comfort zone behind the boundary
The only decree in this comfort zone is to live consistently
I say what I want in this comfort zone with no one judging me
No worry, no stress as I sit at home sipping some herbal tea

Ideas come up, words come out
fitting into expectations
Safety first will make it last
This could be my ruination

It's time to break out of this comfort zone and push myself to the edge
I'm nervous about everything unknown I bet is over that ledge
Working outside of this comfort zone is difficult I’m sure
It might be exciting to be shown parts of me not seen before

Alerts go out, alarms go off
Lights go on along the fences
I climb up, and I jump down
and sprint to grab hold of my senses

Where's the challenge in nonchalance?
Where's the fun in fussiness?
There's just famine in the familiar
There's no party in being particular
It's way too convenient to stay oh so lenient on myself

Finally gone from that comfort zone, there's danger in every move
Exhilaration I've never known and so much room to improve
Success might be less than in comfort zones but confidence is much more
I used to be scared to ever roam, now I can't wait to explore

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LIKE A BRICK

A fig tree looks into the sky and wonders what it’s like to be a
cloud looks into a carriage and wonders what it’s like to be a
baby looks in a building and wonders what it’s like to be a brick

Holding up a hundred people or so
Wish I could tell you but I don’t know
I barely can hold up myself
What it’s like to be a brick
It’s not alive but it serves its purpose
I wish that I could only serve a purpose
I wonder what it’s like to be a . . .

Sewer rat looks into a book and wonders what it’s like to be the
owner of a big casino who wonders what it’s like to be a
bird in the sky who wonders what it’s like to be a brick

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THE LAST NICE DAY

On the last nice day it was smooth sailing
The sky was bright, the breeze was light
The sun was just right

On the last nice day not a soul was ailing
The air was clear, there was ample beer
We were happy to be here

The last nice day was a humdinger
The last nice day was one for the books
The last nice day was a bell ringer
The last nice day earned a gadzooks

Will the last nice day be the last nice day?
It depends on what your definition of nice is
Some are only happy when everyone else is in crisis

The last nice day was hunky dory
The last nice day was a real beaut
The last nice day made some history
The last nice day made every other nice day moot

On the last nice day,
far away, the storm was forming . . .

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TRIBUTE BAND

What goes around comes around . . .

Back in '76 I had a hit
I went on the tv and sang it a bit
Just as fast, I fell out of favor
In a drunken rage allegedly I shot my neighbor

I faked my own death, and grew a goatee
Then I flew the coop using the alias "Guy"
I settled in Belgium, and turned a new page
'til some karaoke got me back on the stage

I did my old hit kind of rusty and some folks came up for a word
They said
"We are a group that covers his stuff
and you're the closest to the real thing we've ever heard!"

Now I'm in a tribute band to myself, singing as me being somebody else
In a tribute band to myself

My back catalogue was becoming a slog
so I wrote us some new stuff in the style of prog
I gotta be careful not to blow my own cover
That's why I changed our band name to an anagram of my Swedish lover

A year passed by, then my luck ran out
The authorities nabbed me right in the middle of "Shout!"
The press had a field day, my sentence was long
There's no singing in Sing Sing and that's including this song

"Behind The Music" glossed right over my discography
It's okay, now I'm making multi millions with an autobiography

Thanks to being in a tribute band to myself, singing as me being somebody else
In a tribute band to myself

What goes around comes around . . .

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FROM SOUP TO NUTS

The irony is that we started out as nothing more than some pond scum
Now we're erect and derelict, that simple slime seems much more handsome
We're a detestable festival celebrating brainlessness
Way back when, we had no brains to get us into such a mess

We've gone from soup to nuts, from goop to putz
Blame it on mutation
From molecules to shallow fools
Darwin's getting impatient

When once a word sprung from our lips it changed the course of evolution
Today those lips go unsung unless they're plumped like a seat cushion
Childbirth was risky business, dangerous for mom and baby
Now an infant smokes three packs, aborting adults needs a maybe

We've gone from soup to nuts, from goop to mutts
Blame it on mutation
From proteinase to a disgrace
Darwin's getting impatient

Primordial to mortifying, chemical to comical
Single cell to simpleminded
How did we grow from amino acids to mean old asses?

We've gone from soup to nuts, from goop to butts
Blame it on mutation
From dinosaur to wino whore
Darwin's getting impatient

You'd never know to get to now it has taken beyond eons
From afar, on some dark star we're flashing neon as mere peons