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Each year the same test is run in every neighborhood
That gives the best estimate of whether a child is bad or good
It’s kept secret from kids so they feel free to choose
Without thinking that they have anything to lose
The analysis involves nothing more
than a big plastic bowl left by the front door
And filling up the bowl are lots of sweets
And the testing day always falls on Halloween
A note taped to the bowl says “please take just one”
And when the note is read, the test has begun
Then we wait to see how many someone will grab
Will they dump the whole bowl right into their bag?
Everyone’s worried about being profiled
Over what they search for or how they shop online
Are they gonna end up on a top secret list
Because of posts that they like or what people they kiss
No, I’m sorry to say all decisions were made
By how much candy was taken in your younger days
I was once a child who had to make the same decision
What would I do with a bowl of candy not under adult supervision ?
a full candy sack would obviously be quite the score
did I take just one piece or did I take many more?
Oh, I could easily reveal to you what I did,
but you’re not my parent and I’m not your kid
Without saying what happened I’ll tell you this much
For the next two months I had candy for breakfast, dinner and lunch
Everyone’s worried about being profiled
By what they search for or how they shop online
Are they gonna end up on a top secret list
Because of posts that they like or what people they kiss
No, I’m sorry to say all decisions were made
By how much candy was taken in your younger days
But what about people who don’t celebrate Halloween
How will the depths of their souls be seen?
I won’t say how I know, just that I have been told
Some day in their lives they will come across a bowl
The bowl isn’t tied to any holiday
But it gives them a choice that will have to be made
Everyone’s worried about being profiled
By what they search for or how they shop online
Are they gonna end up on a top secret list
Because of posts that they like or what people they kiss
No, I’m sorry to say all decisions were made
By how much candy was taken in your younger days
How much candy did you take in your younger days?
In your younger days
Each year the same test is run in every neighborhood
That gives the best estimate of whether a child is bad or good
It’s kept secret from kids so they feel free to choose
Without thinking that they have anything to lose
The analysis involves nothing more
than a big plastic bowl left by the front door
And filling up the bowl are lots of sweets
And the testing day always falls on Halloween
A note taped to the bowl says “please take just one”
And when the note is read, the test has begun
Then we wait to see how many someone will grab
Will they dump the whole bowl right into their bag?
Everyone’s worried about being profiled
Over what they search for or how they shop online
Are they gonna end up on a top secret list
Because of posts that they like or what people they kiss
No, I’m sorry to say all decisions were made
By how much candy was taken in your younger days
I was once a child who had to make the same decision
What would I do with a bowl of candy not under adult supervision ?
a full candy sack would obviously be quite the score
did I take just one piece or did I take many more?
Oh, I could easily reveal to you what I did,
but you’re not my parent and I’m not your kid
Without saying what happened I’ll tell you this much
For the next two months I had candy for breakfast, dinner and lunch
Everyone’s worried about being profiled
By what they search for or how they shop online
Are they gonna end up on a top secret list
Because of posts that they like or what people they kiss
No, I’m sorry to say all decisions were made
By how much candy was taken in your younger days
But what about people who don’t celebrate Halloween
How will the depths of their souls be seen?
I won’t say how I know, just that I have been told
Some day in their lives they will come across a bowl
The bowl isn’t tied to any holiday
But it gives them a choice that will have to be made
Everyone’s worried about being profiled
By what they search for or how they shop online
Are they gonna end up on a top secret list
Because of posts that they like or what people they kiss
No, I’m sorry to say all decisions were made
By how much candy was taken in your younger days
How much candy did you take in your younger days?
In your younger days
![Mood Lighting
You came home carrying another lamp
Wrapped like a newborn child
Brushed aluminum, Danish wood
Minimalist and mild
You said, “This one was recommended
By some expert for the mind”
I said, “Last month it was the amber-white bulb
That would fix you by design”
You arranged it near the sofa
Into the outlet went the plug
Then you sat there in the holy glow
Of your tiny private sun
[Chorus]
Oh, darling, sadness isn’t something
A better lamp can stop
You can’t buy peace of mind
Like rich folks buying yachts
You said that I don’t understand these things
And maybe that was true
But no lamp worth two thousand dollars
Should leave somebody blue
[Verse 2]
The apartment slowly filled with light ing
Chrome-necked and museum neat
One lamp “for focus,” one “for mornings”
One that helps you fall asleep
There were catalogues across the coffee table
Blondes in linen pants
Standing beside illuminated cubes
And aggressively tasteful plants
You circled items with a marker
Like a code that you could crack
I found receipts inside your handbag
Long enough to make me snap
[Chorus]
Oh, darling, sadness isn’t a symptom
Of bad interior design
No Norwegian architect alive
Can straighten out your mind
You stare into so many glowing screens
Like people searching for proof
While I cook pasta in the kitchen
And wish that I knew what to do
[Bridge]
One night during a thunderstorm
The power finally died
You lit a candle from the junk drawer
Then you laughed until you cried
You said, “Maybe I just wanted proof
That something could switch on”
Then we sat there in the darkness
Till nearly dawn
[Final Verse]
Now sometimes when the days grow short
You still browse some design site
But mostly we just leave the curtains open
And go for walks at night
There’s still one absurdly expensive lamp
Beside the bed upstairs
It doesn’t cure a single thing
But the room looks nice with it there
It doesn’t cure a single thing, baby
But the room looks nice with it there Mood Lighting](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/sCkdukstJLg/mqdefault.jpg)





![Agree to Disagree by Lisa Jeanette (Cover version) [demo]
Lets just agree to disagree.
Original version https://youtu.be/XefOrni-YQ4?si=wJZzezFu1TpNiCRB Agree to Disagree by Lisa Jeanette (Cover version) [demo]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/v6Q0v_F1dPY/mqdefault.jpg)

![Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby
Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby
[Intro]
I’m happy being the person
Who censors movies shown on planes
I remove swear words and extreme parts
So only safe stuff remains
[Verse]
Everyone can see what you’re watching
When you’re sitting in your seat
So I make the films OK for anyone to absorb
If they should take a peek
A 7-year-old headed to to the lavatory
Won’t see extreme things if they look
And If you need more plot than what I’ve left you
I suggest you read a book
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Verse]
Any foul language that appears
Is the first stuff that gets removed
Then I chop out any steamy scenes
Where the actors appear completely nude
For sure I’ll keep some action in
Just enough to keep things exciting
But nobody needs more than a minute or two
Of people who are fighting
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Bridge]
And of course films shown on an airplane
Can’t show any plane crashes
We don’t want passengers to get hysterical
And think they’re gonna end up ashes
But thankfully, plane crash movies
are the movies I never get sent
Studios know if I got a hold of them
In the end, there’d be no movie left
After I did all my edits
The only things left would be the credits
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Outro]
Malfunctions happen on a plane
And you don’t want to be going down
With your brain thinking the wrong things
Which it won’t as long as I’m around
Which it won’t as long as I’m around
I’m the airplane film censor, Baby
And I’ll get you into heaven, Baby
If your plane plummets to the ground Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/vZTEOmYi6cs/mqdefault.jpg)
![Muscle Memory
[Intro]
My brain can remember every person I’ve punched
I’ve kicked butt and taken names before most folks eat lunch
And people hope, when I’m full of aggression,
That I’ll take my anger out in a bad guy’s direction
[Verse 1]
When I’m throwing down, I don’t do much thinking
It’s like I’m watching from above—my limbs just start syncing
So here’s a word of warning to anyone who might upset me:
My moves come from a thing called muscle memory
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the cello or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores
[Verse 2]
When I get angry, my limbs react with precision—
Not because I’ve made some conscious decision
The reason I can throw all these punches and kicks aplenty
Is I trained myself hard to build up my muscle memory
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the trumpet or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores
[Bridge]
When I first started brawling, I didn’t have muscle memory
I’d miss 95 percent of the folks I tried to hit
I’d take a swing and just push air around—
If I were a batter, you’d call that a whiff
So I bought myself a pair of boxing gloves
And I bought myself a secondhand punching bag
And I spent many long hours repeating the moves of a pugilist
Until I felt I got em all down pat
And from that very humble beginning,
There’s not a fight I don’t see myself winning
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the fiddle or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores Muscle Memory](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wUmR4UWiURk/mqdefault.jpg)
![For Good Reason
For Good Reason
[verse 1]
For good reason
There’s a no-photographs-or-filming policy
At my daughter’s gymnastics class
And I’m not fond of my daughter
And I don’t really enjoy gymnastics
But I don’t like having my picture taken
So you’ll find me there a lot
[chorus]
Because everyone has a camera these days
These aren’t the days when you’d have to carry around a box with a curtain
And the subject had to sit perfectly still while you removed and replaced a lens cap
To get your photo taken
Everyone’s got a camera on them all the time
Anyone can take a photo in milliseconds
And I don’t like having my photo taken
And who knows what they’ll do with it
[verse 2]
For good reason
There’s a no-photographs-or-filming policy
At my son’s swimming class
And I’m not fond of my son
And I don’t really enjoy swimming
But I don’t like having my picture taken
So you’ll find me there a lot
[chorus]
Because everyone has a camera these days
These aren’t the days when you’d have to carry around a box with a curtain
And the subject had to sit perfectly still while you removed and replaced a lens cap
To get your photo taken
Everyone’s got a camera on them all the time
Anyone can take a photo in milliseconds
And I don’t like having my photo taken
And who knows what they’ll do with it
[bridge]
It’s not a religious thing
I don’t think photos steal your soul
It’s not that I think I’m bad looking
I could probably be a model if I wanted to
It’s not that I’m in a witness protection program
Or I’m running from the law
I just have strong feelings against it
Though I’m not opposed to showing up in a painting, I suppose
[chorus]
Everyone has a camera these days
These aren’t the days when you’d have to carry around a box with a curtain
And the subject had to sit perfectly still while you removed and replaced a lens cap
To get your photo taken
Everyone’s got a camera on them all the time
Anyone can take a photo in milliseconds
And I don’t like having my photo taken
Who knows what those people will do with it
[outro]
So you’ll only find me in places
where people can’t bring in cameras
I even built a device that blocks electronic signals at my home
And that makes things complicated
But everything’s complicated these days.
Everything’s complicated these days. For Good Reason](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wiSV9nWs16c/mqdefault.jpg)