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14 Songs in 28 Days (Vol 7​.​2)

by FAWM

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Hello, Ottawa. You are just as cold as I remember you. I said "hello, Ottawa" You remain indifferent to me as always Hey, hey hey hey, Hey, hey hey-lo Ottawa Remind me again why I ever come visit When all I ever get is a blizzard of a headache Your snowflakes and icicles push me to the limit But I always forget, so the next trip's a new mistake Hello, Ottawa. You are just as cold as I remember you. I said "hello, Ottawa" You remain indifferent to me as always Hey, hey hey hey, Hey, hey hey-lo Ottawa Your cold clammy hands reaching into my soul I know you're not made of stone, but you're covered up in ice Your blank staring eyes leave me frigid to the core I wish I could leave you alone, but you're such a lovely vice Hello, Ottawa. You are just as cold as I remember you. I said "hello, Ottawa" You're still staying cold and indifferent, just as I recall, Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hello You're still just as cold, Hey, Ottawa!
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“In America” In America, the meals are super sized in America, everything comes with fries in America, we still do like our daddies done If you’re crazy in America you can still get a gun In America, math and science scores are slipping In America, the poor are poor, the rich are double dipping In America, we remember when we were number one If you’re crazy in America you can still get a gun the macho myth of the gun slinger a hero saving the day but reality’s a crazy kid with a trigger finger blowing someone else’s head away In America, old traditions die slow The NRA calls the tune, no lawmaker says ‘no’ Insanity’s just a shot away, if you’ll pardon the pun If you’re crazy in America you can still get a gun © 2011 M.Skliar
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Let's build an airport and let's fly away If we put our minds to it we could finish today These people round here are as deep as the clouds And they don't understand anything that isn't glued to the ground But we're rootless and artless and freer than birds Let's not march to the abattoir just like the rest of the herd. Forget Stansted, forget JFK. There's a whole world of difference Between a runway And running away. We're not running away... Doesn't the sunset attract you? Don't the horizon look grand? Couldn't you just catch that burning ball in the fist of one hand? I'll clear you for take off and you can clear me Then we'll cross every ocean and be back for our tea Let's build an airport and let's fly away If we put our minds to it we could finish today These people round here are as deep as the clouds And they don't understand anything that isn't glued to the ground © Matt Blick 2011
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Every morning when I get up early You're still sleeping in that bed I have to leave you all alone I wonder if you'll be okay If you'll be all right without me I can't wait to get back home Please don't ever say you think we're through Cuz I'm yours and you are mine And if I were to ever say I goodbye to you You'd know I've lost my mind Cuz I'm happy you are mine Sometimes I can't help but think I was lucky to ever find you I got the best part of the deal Sometimes I just try to tell you But I don't have the words to let you know just how I feel Please don't ever say you think we're through Cuz I'm yours and you are mine And if I were to ever say I goodbye to you You'd know I've lost my mind Cuz I'm happy you are mine
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Mike Skliar A cat keeps stealing his shoes You can see him running barefoot On the streets of old New York With his faded leather top hat And his gorgeous green dungarees Charlie Cheney An extra hand growing out of his head Should have left those chemicals well alone When tending to his plants With his charming love of apricots And the helicopter pad on his car FAWMer foibles FAWMer foibles Everything's going crazy Like a silly Sunday afternoon With Errol Elumir on the phone And Sapient stuck up the chimney again Johnny Cashpoint The smell of dog food is getting him down And all because the brewery Is being experimental Putting things into the lager That really have no business being there FAWMer foibles FAWMer foibles Everything's going crazy Like a silly Sunday afternoon With Errol Elumir on the phone And Sapient stuck up the chimney again
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This compilation highlights songs from February Album Writing Month (FAWM), 2011. This is one of nine disks, with songwriters and artists from all over the world.

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released January 28, 2012

The songs were submitted by the original artists and writers, and compiled by Rick Amorphis, John Crossman, T.C. Elliott, Catherine Hol, Patrick Madden, G Slade, Mike Skliar, Peter Watkinson, and Stephen Wort. Disk 2 was primarily arranged by Mike Skliar.

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14 songs in 28 days. February Album Writing Month.

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