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Look My Way
04:34
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LOOK MY WAY
©2024 by M Otis Beard
There's a place in Heaven
for those who build a Heaven
The nature of Paradise
is at your own discretion
What you'd see if you could look my way
into the edges of the deep
What you'd know if you could read my mind
I can't tell when you're asleep
There's a place in Hell
for those who believe in Hell
From the fiery depths
they call you an infidel
Uneasy lies
the head that wears a crown
Something's coming and it
looks like a beatdown
What you'd see if you could look my way
I hope you'll open up your eyes someday
What you'd see if you could look my way
I hope you'll open up your mind someday
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2. |
Proper
03:30
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PROPER
©℗ 2020-2024 by M Otis Beard. All rights reserved.
When we're out in public
and everyone can see
you're so proper
When other ears can hear
I speak respectfully
'cause you're so proper
but when you get me home
and we know that we're alone
when you lock the door
I mute the ringer on my phone
and you're my property
I never want to hurt you
but I'll play your little game
you're so proper
All I ever wanted
was for you to feel the same
you're so proper
When you get me home
and we know that we're alone
when you lock the door
I mute the ringer on my phone
and you're my property
Everything is backwards
since I found the master key
I lock you up and tie you down
and that's what sets you free
When you get me home
and we know that we're alone
when you lock the door
I mute the ringer on my phone
and you're my property
I never want to hurt you
but I'll play your little game
you're so proper
All I ever wanted
was to hear you scream my name
but you're so proper
You're my property.
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Lucky
03:29
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Somewhere there's a perfect little place for me
I look around but I don't believe in destiny
I'm havin' fun but I'm makin' such a mess
I guess I'm lucky I'm not on the hangin' tree
I'm lucky I'm not on the hangin' tree
I'm lucky I'm not on ice
Lucky I'm not pushin' flowers up
Plan your future out really nice
and please excuse me if I fail to take my own advice
I'm havin' fun but I'm makin' such a mess
I guess I'm lucky I'm not on ice
I'm lucky I'm not on the hangin' tree
I'm lucky I'm not on ice
Lucky I'm not pushin' flowers up
Everybody I know
tries to tell me I'm free
and then they hand me their rules
about how to be me
Like a map of my life
from school to work to get married
By the time I was born
they had me already buried
You go against the tide
it gets rougher and tougher
Livin' your own life
you know you're gonna suffer
but I can't stand still
and I won't keep quiet
gonna laugh while I burn
and turn your rut to a riot
It's like freedom is some kind of test
I ain't part of your world
I'm just lucky I guess
If I accidentally straightened up
would they give me a medal or a loving cup?
I'm havin' fun 'cause I'm makin' such a mess
I guess I'm lucky I'm not pushin' flowers up
I'm lucky I'm not on the hangin' tree
I'm lucky I'm not on ice
Lucky I'm not pushin' flowers up
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SHADOW
©2024 by M Otis Beard
There's no need for conversation
It's written there in your starry eyes
I suppose I'd rise to the occasion
but I never learned to apologize
All dressed up in your overcompensation
in a smoky mirror of Father and faith
You perpetrate these sudden revelations
I'm not inclined to take the bait
Chase my shadow runnin' at the speed of light
We're so together
when you dream at night
A heart full o' dynamite
The lurid pictures in your brain
I didn't paint them there for you
and I won't be the one to blame
when they ask what happened to you
and you wield your devotion
like some kind of terrorist
and it's terrifying
Chase my shadow runnin' at the speed of light
We're so together
when you dream at night
A heart full o' dynamite
A press of a button and the beat goes on
They can hear it up and down the town
O what a clever substitute for
love.
Chase my shadow runnin' at the speed of light
We're so together
when you dream at night
A heart full o' dynamite
Chase my shadow runnin' at the speed of light, the speed of light
The end of time is just
another Saturday night
for a heart full o' dynamite
There's no need for conversation
It's written there in your starry eyes
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Something You Do
©2024 by M Otis Beard
You can do what you want to
Dream your dream like a royal and wear your crown
The world is at your feet and it's good
But you frown
You can go where you want to
Chase your dream like a hero from town to town
The world is at your feet and it's good
But you're down
Do what you need to, but do what you should
The hard times make the good times good
Happiness doesn't just happen
It's something you do
You have to decide to do it
Happiness doesn't just happen
It's something you do
Something you do.
Think what you want to
Only you can say who you really are
The world is at your feet and it's good
You're a superstar
Do what you need to, but do what you should
The hard times make the good times good
Happiness doesn't just happen
It's something you do
You have to decide to do it
Happiness doesn't just happen
It's something you do
Something you do.
You can be who you want to
Life's a stage and you're my star
The world is at your feet and it's good
Wherever you are
Do what you need to, but do what you should
The hard times make the good times good
If you wanna be happy
You gotta meet your life, meet your life halfway
C'mon and be happy
You gotta meet your life halfway
It doesn't just happen
It's something you do
It doesn't just happen to you
It's something you do.
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Oti Bear is an actual, literal wild feral snarling hungry somewhat miffed polar bear originally from somewhere in the Arctic
Circle. He enjoys still-twitching hunks of seal meat, and anything else made of meat that foolishly wanders into his demesne.
Oti Bear is the singer/songwriter behind THE FAMILY BEAR.
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