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Rocky Raccoon EP

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by Nancy Magil

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There are a bunch of songs missing on both albums. Click on the "Themes" album! They are funny (in theory). Most of them are songs about Adam. Some of them are not. Who is Adam? It really doesn't matter. If you must know, he is this guy I dated who told me everything I did was worthless. He may be right.
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released 01 December 2011
A few others are up on the nancy magil myspace - www.myspace.com/NancyMagil
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tags: lyricism comedy songs indie pop Chicago
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Track Name: crosswords
a day in the life has passed and now you'll have to be
the man she always wanted, but no, you'll never be
but she's keeping the faith - crossing her fingers and legs
she's setting the plates - she's hoping for dinner guests
so I say to the angry mob, it's a hard job

you're pulling her arm, catching the seeds as they swarm
these traveling myths, oh, do they really exist?
you punch holes in empty jars, the traffic stops, you're standing on the car
maybe there are two beds where there used to one
"Reader's Digest" and "A Raisin in the Sun"
so I say to the angry mob, it's a hard job

maybe there are two hearts where there used to be one
now just cross words and some silly puns
so I say to the angry mob, it's a hard job
Track Name: skinny jeans
all of your friends think you're the bees' knees
but you sleep alone at night
suffocating between the sheets
planning your next great masterpiece
with ego in tow, you go
running around like you own the place
so I'll just wait 'til you fall on your face
you and your high bred coterie
your upturned noses, no guns n' roses
flattery, just battery
so I can see why you're mad at me
your idiocy's like a venereal disease
spreading like wildfire amongst your peers
here's three cheers for my apathy
and I can see why you're mad at me
I don't want you, and that thought haunts you
so you can go weep in your skinny jeans
catalog this in your symphony
yeah, I can see why you're mad at me