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It was a rainy day in October
The entire den felt hung over
A bunch of socks and an old shirt
They had not exactly hit pay dirt
Papa said, "I think it's time to move"
Mama said, "but I like it so much here"
Papa said, "I understand all too well
But there's no way out, my dear"
Leaving the rooftops
Leaving the rooftops
The little tom never complained
Even though his life was being re-arranged
A little beanbag was all he had to pack
The family said now was time to act
They made for the trees and then hit the ground
The farmhouse still seemed so cozy
Papa said, "What are you hanging around for?
Hup, one-two, it's time to mosey!"
Leaving the rooftops
Leaving the rooftops
The little tom didn't have much to say
He didn't even want to get up today
His entire world had changed irreparably
He knew he couldn't stay; he had to flee
The kid had barely gone a mile
For the first time, he broke a smile
He had no idea where to go
He'd just keep going till he found a home
Leaving the rooftops
Leaving the rooftops
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Creepy, crawlie little sons o'bitches
Plague me in my bed
But you can't see them running around
Because they're all in my head
I remember opening my eyes
To take in a world I didn't understand
My family was so stubborn
Life for them was processed and canned
It's like a 50 stitch wound
50, 50, 50, 50 stitch wound
But not that I know, it's just
Something I read
It's like a 50 stitch wound
50, 50, 50, 50 stitch wound
What do I know, a soul
Who cannot be bled
They say it's brave to go it alone
I just wanted my own life
I had to strike out and create something
I was ready for the strife
There's no turning back
There's no backing down
I know there's a new home for me
I'm approaching a new town
It's like a 50 stitch wound
50, 50, 50, 50 stitch wound
But not that I know, it's just
Something I read
It's like a 50 stitch wound
50, 50, 50, 50 stitch wound
What do I know, a soul
Who cannot be bled
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Daydreaming Again (Demo)
02:24
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A pile of leaves, a pink sky
Waking up, where am I?
Time doesn't even wait for cats
Gotta move, where do I go?
I could just sit and smile
And imagine all I could be
And I'll be the biggest name
'Twixt the ground, the sky and the sea
I'm daydreaming again
A concrete block, an empty plaza
Looks nice but can't stay here
This place, it hides a menace
And if I wait, it's sure to appear
Multiple legs on wheels
Racing to nowhere in particular
I would love to fly like them
Because their moves are spectacular
I'm daydreaming again
Between the street and the hills
There sits an alleyway
It's where my kind goes
To prosper or pass away
I must resist the temptation
To believe in what's good enough
A comfy piece of packaging
And all the mundane stuff
I'm daydreaming again
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Richard the Kat said "today's my birthday"
Everyone replied, "why should we care?
You must think you're pretty special
You're a runt with nothing to share."
Richard took this pretty well
At least he knew where he stood
It would be difficult to get anywhere
If all he did was mutter and brood
Richard said, "I can't change who I am
I've thought about that for many a night
I simply want to be accepted
Do you think that'll be alright?"
"Hey Richard," a guy with a splotchy coat said
"I think I identify with you
I think it is really a hardship
When everone else is being cruel
"So let me go wherever you travel
And let them do as they will
Richard, you can be your own person
Think for youself; don't be a shill"
"We're of two minds, but we think alike," Tim said
Richard thought about what he meant
They couldn't do much on their own
So their partnership seemed Heaven-sent
It's alright
Along comes a friend (x4)
Tim was the first to befriend Richard
But as in so many hard-luck stories
He was not in control
There was a cat at the back
Who wanted his pound of flesh
Brainwashing was his role
Tim shadow-boxed under a streetlight
Richard took a hit from his beanbag
This was high-on-the-hog livin', man
Time to fly their own flag
"This was my best night ever," Richard said
"It was my pleasure," said Tim
"And the good times ain't over"
He added as his vision began to dim
It's alright
Along comes a friend (x4)
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Oh Stitcher
We implore you to do the math
Oh Stitcher
Set those boys on the right path
Hey Stitcher
It's good to see you today
You're really raring to go
But you forgot your beret
And you will be a creature of conviction
Oh Stitcher
Please tell us the first rule
You threw out all your money
In pursuit of one jewel
Hey Stitcher
Paint your slogan on the wall
Let us know what you advocate
Divided we stand, united we fall
And you will be a creature of conviction
So when you get your revolutionary star
We shall see you for who you really are
No, you're not going back to that old farm
You're gonna stick with your comrades, arm-in-arm
Oh Stitcher
What have been reduced to?
You corrupted an entire colony
Your paycheck is long past due
Now Stitcher
It's only yourself you're fooling
A lonely figure on the corner
You're the poster boy for home schooling
And you will be a creature of conviction
So when you get your revolutionary star
We shall see you for who you really are
No, you're not going back to that old farm
You're gonna stick with your comrades, arm-in-arm
So when you get your revolutionary star
We shall see you for who you really are
No, you're not going back to that old farm
You're gonna stick with your comrades, arm-in-arm
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FitzDragon London, UK
Indie folk/rock project from London, UK. Led by the American-born Kid Fitzy. Enjoy the music and feedback always welcomed.
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