The Crime Of The Century Podcast

The Crime Of The Century Podcast

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  • Dangerous by Tennessee Wayne
    Everybody, everybody, everybody.
    Everybody sing "dangerous."
    Everybody, everybody, everybody.
    Everybody sing "dangerous."
    I sing dangerous too.
    Deer in the headlights, nowhere to go.
    Yes, I sing dangerous too.
    Shake it, break it, you can't take it.
    I'm afraid of you.
    Come on, come on,
    Tell me you want me too.
    Yes, I sing dangerous.
    Yes, I sing dangerous.
    Lovely and sexy,
    Your smile gleams, your path leads.
    No will of my own,
    I'm here to stay.
    Yes, I sing dangerous.
    Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
    Yes, I sing dangerous.
    Lured me in, fate or sin,
    All in for you.
    Yes, I sing dangerous.
    Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
    Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
    All in for you.
    Yes, I sing dangerous!
    Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!
    I sing dangerous, too
    6 min
  • Blue by Tennessee Wayne
    Everybody, everybody, everybody.
    Everybody sing about blue.
    Everybody, everybody, everybody.
    Everybody sing about blue.
    I sing about blue, too.
    Songs are like tattoos.
    Yes, I sing about blue, too.
    Crown and anchor me,
    or let me sail the sea.
    I'm in love with you.
    Come on, come on,
    Tell me you love me too.
    Yes, I sing about blue.
    Yes, I sing about blue.
    Acid, booze, and grass,
    Lots of laughs, lots of laughs.
    Hell's so hip, take a trip,
    Gotta let it go.
    Yes, I sing about blue.
    Blue, blue, blue, blue.
    Yes, I sing about blue.
    Needles, guns, and grass,
    All got to pass.
    Yes, I sing about blue.
    Blue, blue, blue, blue.
    Blue, blue, blue, blue.
    All got to pass.
    Yes, I sing about blue!
    Blue! Blue! Blue! Blue! Blue!
    I sing about blue, too
    5 min
  • Blue Velveeta by Tennessee Wayne
    [Intro]
    Blue velvet... woah-woah...
    [Verse 1]
    I found a blue velvet (Woah-woah)
    Bluer than the sky's last light (Woah-woah-woah)
    A severed, human ear, so white
    On the grass.
    [Verse 2]
    It led me to blue velvet (Woah-woah)
    Behind a door, a captive scene (Woah-woah-woah)
    A woman robed in blue, a queen
    Of shattered glass.
    [Bridge]
    She sings, a torrid, haunted melody
    He laughs, a gasping, cruel "Mommy!"
    He is the night, Frank Booth is his name
    And he loves... Blue Velvet.
    [Verse 3]
    Blue velvet (Woah-woah)
    The color of this sickly town (Woah-woah-woah)
    Where all the smiling clowns are bound
    To their fears.
    And I still see blue velvet through my tears.
    [Verse 4]
    She wore blue velvet (Woah-woah)
    A twisted, beautiful, sad dream (Woah-woah-woah)
    A robin's song, a dying scream
    In my ears.
    Yes, I still see blue velvet through my tears.
    [Outro]
    Blue velvet...
    Oo-ooo-oooo-oooo...
    He's still behind the wall...
    Blue velvet...
    5 min
  • Blue (Doo Be Doo Be Doo) by Tennessee Wayne
    Gonna tell ya a tale, a tall one at that.
    'Bout a man, not so big, trapped in the blue.
    He swam in it, this blue soup, all day,
    all night, no escape, no way to get out.
    Looked 'round, what'd he see? Just blue, blue, blue.
    Squeezed his eyes shut, looked again.
    Still blue! Inside, outside, like a boiled egg.
    [Chorus]
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    His house, a faded bruise.
    His window, a cold, cold eye.
    His Corvette, a whale's gut,
    sittin' in a swamp of blue.
    Every damn thing,
    a blue whisper, a blue shout, a blue groan.
    And all the others, blue as a corpse's lip.
    'Cause ain't nobody to hear him,
    ain't nobody to listen.
    He's got the blue collar blues.
    He's got the blues.
    [Chorus]
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    The house... it's blue.
    The window... it's blue.
    The clothes he wears,
    a ragged bruise, a blue flag.
    The streets, they're blue as a frozen river.
    And the trees, they moan blue, too.
    His girlfriend, a blue ghost,
    drifts through the blue swamp.
    [Chorus]
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    The people, they shuffle 'round,
    blue as a shadow on a moonless night.
    My Corvette, in and out,
    a blue scream, a blue sigh.
    Words from his mouth, blue spit.
    Thoughts in his head, a blue sickness.
    Feelings in his gut, a blue jelly,
    shakin' and shiverin' down inside.
    He's got the blue collar blues.
    He's got the blues.
    [Chorus]
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    Doo be doo be doo
    8 min
  • A Soy Named Blue by Tennessee Wayne
    Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
    Didn't leave very much to my mom and me
    Except this old guitar and an empty box of granola.
    Can't say I blame him for the way he fled,
    But the cruelest notion ever in his head
    Was right before he went and disappeared,
    He looked at me and named me Blue.
    Well, he must've thought that it was quite a joke,
    And I got a lot of laughs from a lots of folk.
    Seems I had to suffer
    my whole life through
    Some gal would giggle and I'd turn red,
    And some guy'd laugh and he'd bust my head.
    I tell you, life ain't easy for a soy named Blue.
    But I grew up quick and I grew up sensitive,
    My words got sharp and my emotions got keener.
    Roam from town to town to hide my shame,
    But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
    I'd search the cafes and bars
    And talk that man out of that awful name.
    Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
    And I just hit town and my throat was dry.
    Thought I'd stop and have myself a decaf soy milk latte
    At an old cafe on a street of mud.
    There at a table, sipping a Diet Coke,
    Sat a big, fat, orange man with weird hair and a cruel look,
    That named me Blue.
    Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad,
    From a worn-out picture that my mother had.
    He was big and fat and orange and old,
    With weird hair and a cruel, beady eye,
    And I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
    And I said, "My name is Blue, how do you do?
    Now you're gonna listen," that's what I told him.
    Well, I took a deep breath, and I spoke my truth,
    'Bout the pain and tears he put me through.
    I said, "You gave me a name that's a constant fight,
    That makes me a punchline, day and night!"
    He put down his Coke, gave a wave of his hand,
    Said, "Son, you're the weakest, all over the land.
    I knew you'd be soft, as meek as a nun,
    With your gentle voice and your hair in a bun.
    You drink that soy milk, it's a terrible thing,
    It's turning you weak, it's ruining everything!
    I gave you that name, it was a test, you see,
    The greatest test, everybody says so.
    To see if you'd be a man, strong and great,
    Not some low-energy, sad, globalist weight!
    You gotta be tough! You gotta win, win, win!
    Not cry about pronouns and your delicate skin!
    We need hunters, not gatherers, son, it's true!
    That's why I named a weak little soy boy 'Blue'!"
    I felt my knees tremble, but I stood up tall,
    I said, "Your kind of 'strong' is what makes the world fall.
    Strength isn't bullying, or building a wall,
    It's having the empathy to care for us all!
    It's in being kind when it's hard to be kind,
    It's having an open heart and an open mind!"
    He smirked, "Wrong! So wrong! It's a disgrace!
    You're a loser, I can see it all over your face.
    Believe me, I know losers. I've seen them all.
    And you, my son, are the biggest of all.
    But I'll tell you what, it's not your fault, they say,
    The fake news media led you astray."
    He stood up to go, with that cruel, beady stare,
    And said, "But you know, you've got a little grit there.
    A little grit, I'm surprised, it's true.
    So you ought to thank me, before I'm through.
    Thank me for the fight that I put inside you!
    'Cause I'm the son of a gun that named you Blue!"
    What could I do? Well, I got all choked up,
    And I gave him a soylent grin.
    I called him my pa, and he called me his son.
    And I came away with a different point of view.
    And I think about him, now and then,
    Every time I try and every time I win.
    And if I ever have a-
    Well, if I ever have a boy, I'll name him
    Frank or George or Bill or Tom,
    Anything but Blue!
    I don't want him goin' around,
    men calling him Blue all his life,
    That's a horrible thing to do to a soy
    trying to get a hold in the world,
    Named a soy boy "Blue."
    9 min
  • 蝶の枝 (Chō no Eda) by Lori Yamamoto
    [Verse 1]
    Butterflies dancing
    On warm breeze below where I sit
    He calls me down now
    But branch holds me safe in the spring
    How few are left, I watch them float by
    [Verse 2]
    I sit on plum branch
    White petals falling around me
    He asks me to dance
    Beneath the wide sky where they wheel
    Three pairs remain in soft light today
    [Verse 3]
    His voice reaches up
    Gentle pleading through the blossoms
    Come down, he says, come
    Do not be shy, seize this moment
    But branch feels familiar under me
    [Verse 4]
    I watch him waiting
    Patient as butterflies circle
    My heart feels pulled down
    But my hands hold tight to rough bark
    What if I fall? What if I fly?
    [Verse 5]
    The last pair lands now
    Their brief dance ending on flowers
    He lifts his hand up
    No more delays, he whispers soft
    Come dance with me in fading days light
    [Verse 6]
    Branch holds me gently
    Like mother's arms when I was small
    But butterflies show
    That dancing is also a way
    To be held up by something new
    [Verse 7]
    My fingers loosen
    White petals fall with my held breath
    One foot extends down
    Toward his waiting hand below me
    Maybe I can be butterfly too
    6 min
  • Winds of Change by Lori Yamamoto
    [Verse 1]
    The winds of change whisper low
    A theme my life was meant to know
    To wander far, to roam and learn
    At every unexpected turn
    [Verse 2]
    My overture in Kyoto
    A temple bell, a misty view
    Then Tokyo's neon so bright
    And LA's incandescent light
    [Verse 3]
    From Ann Arbor's snow, new design
    To Detroit's steady pulsing line
    A bit of me in each I leave
    Yet paradoxically not grieve
    [Verse 4]
    For in the flux I came to find
    The constant self I left behind
    My journey's art was leading me
    To your waiting heart quietly
    [Verse 5]
    Our shared adventures fierce and deep
    A vigil sweet my soul will keep
    We chart our course, the world our own
    Two spirits separately grown
    [Verse 6]
    And blending now a single tone
    Together we are not alone
    The winds have brought me here to you
    A journey ending, starting new
    5 min
  • Kyoto Majo By Lori Yamamoto
    [Intro]
    Hey, everyone, this is Lori... no, this is Kyoto Majo.
    Straight from Kyoto, you know.
    I love making music with my piano, and my old computer.
    I just enjoy the simple things, I guess.
    [Verse 1]
    Creative soul here
    Always strumming quiet tune
    Jamming with ghost friends
    Under cloudy pale moon tonight
    We play in bar I can't pronounce name
    [Verse 2]
    They call me gaijin
    Silly foreigner who tries hard
    Tell me look at stone
    But I just keep on looking at you
    I love good ramen at small café
    [Verse 3]
    Swinging on train ride
    Lost in this city's hazy maze
    Vivid neon glows
    As I'm just passing by the shops
    I'm just passenger, rice cake sweet
    [Verse 4]
    My apartment feels
    Overcrowded, memory ache
    So many people
    In one small space, for goodness' sake
    Coffee shop, my first show, feels far now
    [Verse 5]
    Just a small bird in
    Concrete garden, watching day end
    I'm about it, Lord
    Forgive me, I suppose it's true
    My apartment was overcrowded then
    [Verse 6]
    You fake cats heard first
    And it doesn't matter at all
    The lies, the love words
    Empty words, a rhythmic chatter sound
    Ara ara, in the building phrase
    [Verse 7]
    Simple little words
    Mantra for all thoughts I bring here
    A phrase that I sing
    To help me through the busy day noise
    Small comfort in the crowded world
    [Outro]
    I like to think there's a
    little girl doing this, too,
    Singing about the small bird garden,
    just like me and just like you.
    It was gonna be fun,
    that gig we had to lose,
    But a good story, you see,
    is something you always choose.
    Yes, a good story,
    you always choose.
    And a good memory,
    you keep that for a while.
    7 min
  • In The Hush by Lori Yamamoto
    [Verse 1]
    In hush before the city sleeps
    Where streetlights dance, my heartbeat feels
    The quiet pull of chance tonight
    A world in my head where love meets eye
    [Verse 2]
    Half-heard promise, gentle sigh
    A tired sound that passes by
    The strangers once did walk these streets
    Now it's just the two of us here
    [Chorus]
    I'm no longer vast inside
    A quiet simple trust I hold
    A fleeting touch, shared silent space
    My whole life feels different now
    [Verse 3]
    Echoes of our shared laugh stay
    And tears that fall sometimes I cry
    Silent story telephone call
    Quiet tapestry we weave
    [Verse 4]
    Answering the call we hear
    Of hearts that beat so close like this
    In world that feels so small to me
    We find each other in the hush
    [Chorus]
    I'm no longer vast inside
    A quiet simple trust I hold
    A fleeting touch, shared silent space
    My whole life feels different now
    [Bridge]
    Through this life's quiet path we walk
    Our bond feels simple, quietly spun
    In every morning different sun
    We find our gentle strength begun
    [Outro]
    From chance encounters bond will rise
    A gentle prize just for my eyes
    The power of a quiet touch
    A small love that means so much
    6 min

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