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I'm The Anomaly
02:52
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B f# e Em
You wear your eyes so you can see
You took the caution in the wind, you laughed and broke it on your knee
And it was fun when you were young but now there's too much to run from
do you disagree
Don't you hear me calling you
I've been on the ringside, wrapped around the front lines in the heat
And you don't know the tease of falling through
I remain the go-to when you think they hate you, woe is me
I'm the Anomaly x5
To keep the fair from shutting down
You work all day and night there ain't no sleep when you're the laughing clown
You stop the blues from coming through and making blue stains on your shoes
You ask why I'm never around
Don't you hear me begging you
Not to pass the STOP sign, thought you cut the break lines, just for me
And don't you feel the deja vu
Cause it's in my bloodline always to be outshined, guaranteed
I'm the Anomaly x5
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F, G, EM, F
A sick boy at home is no good use
A war outside, we're bound to lose
The doctor's out, he too is ill
No flowers on your windowsill
But there's a magic he can see
And it'll cure whats wrong with me
Dreams grab hold and guide the way
And you can hear that sick boy say:
F, G, EM, F
I wish i were a man in motion
I wish i had a magic potion
I wanna cross the land, the ocean
Then back, like a man in motion
Mother spied the man in red
She cried out, "help, my son's near dead"
The man in red had quite the fix,
a bottle for 2.76
So she hastened up the pace,
yet the boy thought of some strange place,
far away from his old bed,
where he'd yell to the man in red
F, E7, AM, G, F
FM, G, AM, G, F, G
Lord, please help me out,
Show me that life isn't pain and doubt,
There's a faint spark within his eye that I'm still seeing,
cause he's still dreaming
CHORUS
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This Son of My Own
03:03
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this son of my own Bb (Bm)
With his hand on the mantle E♭(Dm)
He never calls home Bb
Made from stardust and candles E♭
He lightens the quack's tale Ab
Took my boat for a Quick sail (E♭)
This SON OF MY OWN Bb
Never leaves me alone
E♭, A♭
E♭, C DYJ
Fm
You never will find him you never will care,
E♭
Find him as soon you set sail
B♭minor Fm
Find him, as sure as you're a reasonable man,
C7
you did all you can
Fm
You did all you can
The son of my own (Same chords)
He's the king of his country (it's so nice when my son takes my good advice)
He'll run to the phone
And begin an industry
He's logically rational
He shoots like a professional
The run of my home
Made the dent in his dome
(In the fire, which he dances, baby boy blue
To the wire, second chances, be it thug or a stooge
He's a child, he's a man now, proved by his bruise)
E♭, A♭
E♭, C DYJ
It's all a mad science, the art of a frown (oh no) SAME CHORDS AS LAST BRIDGE
Wide lens, I pulled my son down, (oh no)
Why then, does baby have his head in the clouds (oh no oh no oh no)
Push him to the ground and he shall silently begin his descent quietly for
Of
Bridge
H, Y, ' , H D
Fm EAug (if you cant play that Ab works)
There's a candle burning the good side of the moon
Bbminor
It will fail unless my son can do something soon
Fm C7
Throw some water on it son shed some light on the lun-ar so peculiar
the so oner
Fm (SAME CHORDS)
done the cuter it will be
At the cost of ruining a perfect romance
Shed your skin son, my first born shall only wear pants
Bet a quarter on it son bet a quarter on it
On this date in just one year the son of mine will surely disappear
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F#
Im standing in a pool of innovation
B
but your face keeps slipping away
F#
Landing in a town of failed creations
B
That ship has sailed today
Db
But if it's high among the seas
B
And sailing gently gainst the breeze
F#
Then you know
Lovers meet through television
They had to arrive at a descision
They threw Stoky Bill away
Among the piles of forgotten missions
Until it ceased to play
The woman in the screen
She knew exactly what I mean
Go away
You have to be free
But there's no TV
and no love in your life
There's only the constant of depression
what's the reason why
Some geniuses are loved
and others thrown out with the tub
it's a lie
Lovers meet through television
They can hardly see each other
Barely in communication
from one person to another
Lovers meet through television
Lovers meet through television
Lovers meet through television
Lovers meet through television
F# E D A, DM
I see a little man
face as gray as pavement
Squint all the best I can
I cant make arrangement
Captain of the seaship
First mate of his heartstrings
Sailor of the free press
Something comes from nothing
B E7 Db F#
Please Mr. president
Don't leave me a resident
Of a simple mortal mouse's dream
(On the screen!)
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I'm slipping out
I'm moving in
I'm tripping out
I'm moving in
I'm gonna find out some time
Whats beneath your skin
Unzip yourself
Hang up to dry
Two minutes out
Two years gone by
You are the OG non believer
No reason why
Slip out yourself
your heart could plant a tree
Adopt a shell
Become the air you breathe
You're staring at the sharing end of my AR-15
You have been so violent for all this time
You play the piano and the violin, viola, chimes
Yet here you stand accused of sound abuse, you've lost your mind
You must have thrown it down the garbage shoot, but please don't let me go
(My body, my mind)
Please don't let me go
Please don't do me wrong
I'll sound the alarm
Please don't let me down
Underneath the ground
I'm slipping out
I'm moving in
I'm tripping out
I'm moving in
I'm gonna find out some time
Whats beneath your skin
My body, my mind
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Dylan Mars Greenberg New York, New York
Dylan Mars Greenberg is a transgender musician and video artist from New York City. Her work has been seen in PAPER Magazine, Rolling Stone, The NY Times, PBS, Vice, and more.
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