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the normal way (live)
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a kinda timeless tune about a poster child for paranoia, it happens more now these days . . . from the showboat, metry july 16, 1983
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m.j. assunto
2004
we're on the metry world tour
Tue Jul 13, 2004
Alternative : Indie
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this is the p-dukes, luckett is especially delicious on backing vox and killer skins. . . as is ben-wah on trombone guitar . . . .
Lyrics
ooh wah ooh oh . . .
what's new today is surely killing us,
but then again we were too blind to see.
you can tell what a life like this does,
this world doesn't mean much to me . . .
i could blow it off, call it the normal way, still it happens more often these days,
it happens more these days . . . .

radio stations broadcasting dead air,
but then again the tubes are just worn,
i kick the set clear across the room, curse the day i was born. . . .i could blow it off, it's just the normal way,
still it happens more often these days,
it happens more now these days . . .

it seems as we get older a million things lay on our shoulder,
all the troubles we can't blink away, haunt our every move, every day. . . .ooh wah ooh oh

i'm tired of this and i can't relax,
but they say it's better and then i know and it's worse. . .
i'd give up all i had to get back,
it's knowing what's out there that hurts . . .
i could blow it off, it's just the normal way,
still it happens more often these days, it happens more now these days. . . it seems as we get older, a million things lay on our shoulder,
all the troubles we can't blink away, haunt our every move, every day. . . . ooh wah ooh oh . . .
naw naw naw naw naw naw naw noooo