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Another song.
Another one track wonder. The preamp is making this possible, so thanks to the kind people who made it.
I am beginning to view my recordings more like photographs, and I may keep recording this way. It's just a captured moment in time. Maybe there are mistakes, some mis-sung words, but whatever.
This may be structurally a little weird... It just seemed to long to do another chorus.
Oh - one more thing... I believe there's a band called the Impossible Truth. This is not a song about them.
Another one track wonder. The preamp is making this possible, so thanks to the kind people who made it.
I am beginning to view my recordings more like photographs, and I may keep recording this way. It's just a captured moment in time. Maybe there are mistakes, some mis-sung words, but whatever.
This may be structurally a little weird... It just seemed to long to do another chorus.
Oh - one more thing... I believe there's a band called the Impossible Truth. This is not a song about them.
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Lyrics
let the cat out
the bag's getting old
let the cat out
into the cold hard world
where lies are truth
and the constant reporters
are disturbing our youth
casting judgement every way but home
mr. newsman
mr. president
mr., all i can do
is tell the truth
mr. newsman
mr. president
mr., i all i ask
is for the truth
the impossible truth
it wasn't black or white
until you bleached the grey away
now everything's right
and i'm left wondering what's wrong
stole my innocence with a handshake
spit on me as a proof of purchase
thought you'd make it to daybreak
but you're still listening for the sun
mr. newsman
mr. president
mr., all i can do
is tell the truth
mr. newsman
mr. president
mr., i all i ask
is for the truth
the impossible truth
now reality, it is your hunger
it's what's on in your eyes
like when you - you were younger
your botched up lies just keep getting older
let the cat out
let the cat out
the bag's getting old
let the cat out
into the cold hard world
where lies are truth
and the constant reporters
are disturbing our youth
casting judgement every way but home
mr. newsman
mr. president
mr., all i can do
is tell the truth
mr. newsman
mr. president
mr., i all i ask
is for the truth
the impossible truth
it wasn't black or white
until you bleached the grey away
now everything's right
and i'm left wondering what's wrong
stole my innocence with a handshake
spit on me as a proof of purchase
thought you'd make it to daybreak
but you're still listening for the sun
mr. newsman
mr. president
mr., all i can do
is tell the truth
mr. newsman
mr. president
mr., i all i ask
is for the truth
the impossible truth
now reality, it is your hunger
it's what's on in your eyes
like when you - you were younger
your botched up lies just keep getting older
let the cat out
let the cat out
AEROjet
is it political, or is it prophetic?
Well, it's sweet anyways.
Good Job sir.
Tell the truth.