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Song 1682: title not recovered, by Susan Greenbaum (archived)

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Song
Title not recovered
Artist
Susan Greenbaum
Genres
Folk Rock, Pop, Rock
Captured
July 19, 2003 (6 captures)

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[Susan Greenbaum]

  Song Credits
  Composer(s)
    • Susan Greenbaum
 
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  Song Review

Reviewer (#):   brewsterma (1)     List all brewsterma's Review     List all reviews for this song
Song Info:   Review Count: 3   Rate Avg. : 8.67
Review:   Corporate america's loss is our gain. Smart, quirky folk/pop/grunge
Rating: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

 
   Wake Up Review Count: 3
  PRIM. GENRE : [ Folk Rock ]
  SEC. GENRE : [ Pop ]
  ADD. GENRE : [ Rock ]
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BRIEF DESC. :  Title track from this singer/songwriter's second CD is calculated to do just that; wake you up!
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  Lyrics
He said, I don't know, I just don't care about anything anymore
My money's low, I hate my hair, been a year since I scored
My ex is getting married to a guy who sells snow cones
My pecs have shrunk to nothing and I'm cold down to my bones

She said, let me tell you, honey, that I know of what you speak
Believe me, I know it ain't funny when your full sail springs a leak
But long as you still got a nose and you still fall asleep
See, this is how it goes, inhale this wisdom you can keep

She said, wake up and smell the coffee
Name your game, regular or unleaded
Inhale and breathe in that fine, fine coffee
Just one whiff and you'll be clear-headed

He said, baby, you don't get it, I am really, really low
It'll kill me if I let it and I'm almost glad to go
I mean, I love my mom and my dog, my brothers and my sis
But it's frozen fog and I can't take another night like this

She said, you're just like that scarecrow, tin man and the lion
You hold the key as you shall see as soon as you stop cryin'
All you gotta do is just get sicker of yourself
And you'll stick your t.v. clicker and your sackcloth on the shelf

And you're gonna wake up and smell the coffee
Nice French roast, fresh ground bean
Inhale and breathe in that fine, fine coffee
Just one whiff and you'll know what I mean

He said, I don't believe it happens in one tidy little snap
This new-age positivity I deem a bunch of crap
But for the sake of argument, I'll take you for a ride
Your line's the only remedy that I have not yet tried

She said I'm glad to hear you're willing, cuz I know that you are able
Now slide your fine self over to my fresh-set breakfast table
Cuz I got something piping hot, gonna turn you upside down
Guaranteed to fill your need and turn
 
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