"Slush" genre: Power Pop
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	A fantasy love song about power and cooperation.
	CD: Leave This Place   Label: Meffis Credits: Justin Bell - drums; Dave Mavis - author, guitars, vocal; Ben Young - bass, backing vocals
	Story Behind the Song Dave wanted to write a Bob Dylan-like song which played a long, good chord progression over and over. Originally there were five verses, but one was omitted when Dave played the keybaord drum track for only four verses while recording the original demo. That "lost" verse goes like this: In cities and farms There's something haunting Shakespeare's ghost - those awful men who blackmailed the sergeant at arms into leaving his post. We'll shoot a tape of this rehearsal, set the tape for wide dispersal. Anyone who hears this verse'll think we've lost our marbles. Lyrics It's a simple thing It's not that hard to understand You be the king I'll be the power to rule the land We'll join together, take control Take apart the gallows pole Burn the parts and bury the whole And send them down the gutter In a million years We'll want our names to still be known So pack up your fears We'll kill until our fame has grown We'll tell the world a tasty lie Flags and banners marching by All beneath my watchful eye we'll Send them into battle Heard it once, I heard it a thousand times For her and I, it's just not so When even a friend can tell a thousand lies You're my favorite place to go It's a heavy burden I wouldn't want you to take it alone But I'm uncertain How can I help you to carry it home? I'll watch you walk and should you fall See if I can help at all Hang me on the wailing wall and send me down the road Heard it once, I heard it a thousand times For her and I, it's just not so When even a friend can tell a thousand lies You're my favorite place to go No versatility Of all these things, we'll just need one You be ability I'll be the means to get things done We'll shoot a movie of the wall Show it at the critics ball If they don't get it, fuck them all We'll send them crashing through it Heard it once, I heard it a thousand times For her and I, it's just not so, no, no, no When even a friend can tell a thousand lies You're my favorite place to go

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