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by B Roach & the Acted Distracteds

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sharing 02:56
there’s not a way to make this beautiful day get better the numbers that i picked did the trick i’m the lucky one a hundred million dollar check’s gonna come in the next week’s letter with the lottery my problems now are done so glad to hear about your fortune what exactly was your portion i’m there to help advise you when you buy suits, cars, and jets i couldn’t think of a thing that i want i’ve already got way too much i’ll take the world out to a fine restaurant and do nice things and such you could buy me that dress, and then my friends they could all be impressed, so in the end don’t you give it away to everyone we can use it to play, it will be fun funny now to think on the brink of my big donation all the sudden you’re my friend to the end and you need my aid if i give it to the world, then my girl, you show aggravation but your smile keeps shining, long as you get paid this guy thinks he’ll donate the money that’s great but it’s kinda funny this will, once signed i’ll poison (kill) him, but not ‘til he signs i’ve written out a plan to help you give your fellow man the cash you got but there’s a lot of pages so just sign it here so much to think about i brought an icy drink around and now you sign the dotted line you see it’s all so very clear sadly, we’ll see our dear friend leave us gladly, though this won’t bereave us fortunes can buy much more than solace and console us yet i couldn’t think of a thing that i want i’ve already got way too much i’ll take the world out to a fine restaurant and do nice things and such gonna buy me that dress, and then my friends they will all be impressed, so in the end i won’t give it away to anyone i can use it to play, it will be fun when comes the time that she sees on the line my forgery signing benedict arnold sure made her trick corrupt some things that she said made it seem she was so dead morally oh i might have accidentally switched our cups yeah, i’m pretty sure i think i switched our cups yeah, without a doubt i’m certain; mixed ‘em up
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caroline 01:15
i wrote this song for you not for you to hear but then what is music if not for the ear like when you gave my eyes a sweet surprise one day i risked the you, ideal to come say hello to you tell you my love is true but won’t let you say you didn’t save a life or end all strife today i just thought this tune, it sounded nice and then nice things made me think of you so be my june-time valentine, my caroline
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girl, i love the way you walk and judging by your lips i think i’d like your talk your flagpole swagger swings against your arms and your accidental winking advertises your charm girl, i love the way you move fluid was your pupil learning how to be smooth you trickle so unfickle through the fortunate mass and your students take a lesson what it means to have class you are the schooner of cool turbulent seas are a tease as you maintain the calm of a glass-surface pool girl, i love it when you hop you’re bouncing up and down like you won’t ever stop your thoughts are tied in knots that they could never undo and your words are stamped in concrete like a premature shoe you are the eight ball crusade a game that they think they are playing though they’re being played girl, i love the way you smell on the level you’re the devil and they’re going to hell your pitchfork fragrance like a vagrant daffodil has ‘em sniffin’ while they’re wishin’ that they’d written a will
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she had interested eyes that night leaning in on nervous words motions fluttered like a bird the crowd would hide me in plain sight it’s one thing to be a friend and then there is another hard to say where one could end and then begin as lovers that final word best left unsaid and with that knowledge comes the answer sitting in my head the parts are greater than the sum there was no spoken evidence yet that night i seemed convinced looking back the eyes were mine my ego craved a chance to dine imagination grew to truth rejecter’s triumph gave new power those interactions so aloof would fade with realistic hours she had interested eyes that night though it really never matters they existed just to flatter that bird in memory took fluttered flight inconsequential, the degree of what she said by how she’d see her need and mine, the same as yours love is never gained by force and though i fail so often still i’ve got to fight the urge to fill my heart with others’ love but yet fill theirs with mine, that’s how i get your interested eyes tonight how i get your interested lives tonight by giving something of myself sometimes unwanted, left on shelf that makes in neither wrong or right my worth is found in what i give and when i take and keep i’m naught thievery and death i’ve got at least right now i’ll try to live
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this was the hardest call to make at least the hardest call this week this might be pretty hard to take from your neighbor down the street you gave me just a simple task one i assured you i could do “feed my fish is all i ask, oh, and my canary, too.” i killed your pets, but not on purpose this accident just seemed to surface i killed your pets, i’m really sorry i got you new ones so please don’t worry it wasn’t really all my fault but of course i’ll take the blame my niece had come along to help she thought it was a game we killed your pets, but not on purpose this accident just seemed to surface we killed your pets, we’re really sorry we got you new ones so please don’t worry pop rocks and birds and fish don’t mix not even a little bit the fish exploded right away the bird fell into it’s own . . . cage i taught my niece a precious lesson that day i made her buy you new pets with her allowance money she couldn’t buy much, i hope the catfish is enough and the chicken might outgrow its cage i killed your pets, but not on purpose those darn pop rocks just seemed to surface i killed your pets i meant to feed ‘em if you don’t like the new ones, then you can eat em
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peak of ice on rock in sky an alter live where climbers die the place “i will” must kill “i try” once i’d crossed, my ign’rance lost this world an answer to the skeptic “why?” the mountain had away of introducing some to death it always were the foolish that approached it half in jest unaware of capabilities they should’ve first possessed until their own mortality the mountain then impressed i wanted it more badly than the others that had come approached it though, less madly thus avoiding fates of some planning, training, and some luck might take me to the summit a misplaced foot upon the crux, my life and hopes would plummet gravity would pull me home back to molecules that were my flesh and bone perhaps the consequences of destroying walls and fences was to reach a point of death worth more than life in trenches well, my friends they would accompany my journey through the hills providing inspiration and their comforts just until the challenges we faced would surely triumph o’er their skill and one by one they turned back due to logic, not to will this solo journey to my goal unlocking views and cultures yet unseen, unheard, untold perhaps the consequences of destroying walls and fences, discovery of who i was revealed my unused senses well, the world beyond that wall of rock that ran from north to south held more than i could ever tell with words from pen or mouth the knowledge was invaluable, the others had to know there only was one way for them to learn, they had to go so i set out to bring about a union of two worlds and bridge two places most would never come to see without my help so then i’d give them wings, i’d teach them things, so they could grow into a better version of themselves, but then, the question’s “how begin?” dynamite! i’d blow a hole right through that giant rock teams of diggers and explosions, night and day, no stop i’d finally show them what it’s worth, my years of planning, years of work we broke through to sunlight and the workers went berzerk peak of ice on rock in sky an alter live where climbers die the place “i will” became “i tried” once we’d crossed, our ign’rance lost this tunnel could not clearly answer “why?” twenty years had passed since i first crossed o’er the peak and as i brought my friends to the other side i couldn’t speak beautiful, but somehow not as awesome to behold the climax of my life’s work still could not be truly told i ripped the mountain’s heart out and the mountain’s heart was mine and now without a soul i wandered aimlessly and blind my final quest to journey back with dynamite in hand and close the gate and close my life between those two great lands fire and rock would bring me home back to molecules that were my flesh and bone thought i tore down walls and fences, but certainly my consequences was to trade the mountain’s heart for burial in trenches
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there stood a lone masquerader, all brambled up he ate the island spaghetti but could not see truth the only one there to stop him was margaret she held the key to the siren that silenced their hearts so they all had to stay even though they tried to leave her he had nothing to say; he became a nonbeliever beneath cathedral umbrellas they looked around it was the rose window sunlight that colored their sight in an anonymous mass, found solitude they had imagined the battle, weightlessly dense though in their minds they danced with grace, in their bodies, stood unmoving in their hearts they all had won and reality was losing where did it go? weren’t you just thinking? i don’t think so why do they listen to this? there’s other sounds to be heard the siren has been unlocked they wonder, was it these words?
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the muscles in your face reminding you it’s not time to sleep yet you tell them to relax and they do ‘til they forget your furrowed brow speaking a language unknown one from within, one that’s your own and you can’t understand it, you wonder some nights if that message will die off to nocturnal sights or if those, too, will carry you and your worries into view encoded in toasters in love at the zoo fight, fight, fight, fight, fight the urge to give in fight, fight, fight, fight or just let normality win your self is a thing that can cost you your friends but you’d sleep like a baby when the day ends the six year old you knows what to do if you will listen your seventy-year old self will be just as new – nothin’ will be missin’ your wrinkled smile, speaking a language well-known becoming yourself, becoming your own you just might distract yourself enough to get rest you’re not at your worst but you’re not at your best your heart holds you hostage though you don’t pay it mind this torture created is the most selfish kind looking for yourself, who knows what you’ll find
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sometimes you just can't work 'til you've decided not to work live your list don't simply check things off realize it'll be okay if you decide to live that way he had to finish one last thing 'fore he could pick her up she clung to his left leg she's begging for a horsy ride he looked down and realized there'd always be last things before she's grown and gone and what that means to have is to give if you really want to live and now is all we'll ever have sometimes you just can't work 'til you've decided not to work live your list don't simply check things off realize it'll be okay if you decide to live that way eventually he'd finish things and sometimes he would not the smile upon his face relayed it's the best that he could do she laughed and cried and watched him die and never once forgot the smile upon her face relayed she's doing her best, too to have is to give if you really want to live and now is all we'll ever have and now is all we'll ever have
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when i think of your sweetness, baby, i don’t know what to do and when i hear the word kindness, i think of you if you walked through a garden, flower petals would drop if you strolled through the city, all the traffic would stop if you toured a museum, all the art would combust, it would go up in flame, burn away if you watched the sunset, it couldn’t do what it must ‘cause the flowers know they can’t compete with the beauty you got and the drivers couldn’t see the street, you’d tie the traffic in knots and the artwork it just can’t compare the sun won’t set while you're standing there when you look in the mirror, reflection’s envy begins and photos can’t do you justice, you’re uncaught by lens if someone tried to paint you, they’d have to give up, throw away their own canvas mistake film can’t capture your motion; it just simply pretends ‘cause the mirror, it can’t show your heart, your beauty’s more than skin deep though a photo just might be a start, a glimpse is all it can keep and the painting, it can’t catch your grace, motion pictures don’t honor your face when i think of your sweetness when i think of your sweetness when i think of your sweetness i don’t know what to do
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well i’m a man without a story if i had one i’d get it wrong i’ve heard others’ tales of glory adventures short and fables long all of these heroes i acquainted made me feel that i belong the verbal images they painted have become this song it was the sailor that once told me that the stars were all he knew and they danced and glimmered as he showed me the heaven’s deepest blue they were the spirits of his father and his father’s fathers, too he said they’d guide him ever farther and if i want they’d guide me, too i bargained a plea to sail the sea, he would teach me the ropes i navigated crosswinds, reefs, and pirates, too the sky was a map he taught me to read, i was filled with hope but the voice of the stars was a sound that i never knew there was a hermit in the mountains built his cabin by a stream he said it babbled about fountains and the trees told folk tales green he’d listen to them for direction they’d reveal his truthful theme as he gazed on his reflection between the flicker sunlight gleams he granted my wish and taught me to fish and we hunted at times he showed me all the vegetation i could eat gained the right attitude toward food thanked the sun and earth for each dish the sights were sublime but to me the mountains would not speak there was a man who stole the hearts of those he courted he did his best to give them back when through so many tears were shed through the years he escorted i don’t know if anything he said was true one of the stories was a sculptor that could only work at night and another like a vulture, he took parachuted flight a teacher of things great and small, a chef that crafted tasty bites i met legends that had done it all and done it more than right so many tales and yet i fail to have one my own their paths all seem to be so clearly laid the questions i ask don’t finish the task, it just can’t be shown of whether legends/heroes/men are born or made so i’m a man without a story and it’s finally fine with me i’ll never have a day of glory it’s plainly evident to see all of these fables and adventures of living strong and living free translated to the time they spent yours rapt in melody

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released November 8, 2012

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B Roach & the Acted Distracteds Denver, Colorado

B Roach was manufactured in a fish cannery in Kingston, OK and has performed numerous menial tasks. In his spare time, he sneezes and does simple addition.
The Acted Distracteds are a super-powerful assembly of skilled musicians aimed at keeping Brent focused on the task at hand: Bottom Basement Bargains on the Best Warm Bread out there!!
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