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BAG OF TOYS

NOONER

1. Surf Song
2. Roll With The Punches
3. Share
4. The Raven
5. Blueprint
6. More Sex Then Me
7. This Stuff
8. Unmistakable
9. So Cold
10. California
11. Had a Dream
12. Last Wave

BAG OF TOYS
NOONER

Surf Song


Cruising to the beach in my piece of shit
Got my surfboard jammed in and it barely fits
The sun pouring down and it floods the dash
Hula girls sways as I find my stash

Thumping hands tap to the beat of the street
The back sweating hard sticking to the seat
Got the Sublime pumping on the stereo
But my heads still thumping from the night before

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way

Well the window's rolled down and the peddle to the floor
But the fog bank looms just a mile off of shore
It's only 10 am and the beach is packed
The girlies in thongs got my mind all sacked

Well the new swell is here and it's starting to show
Got the offshore winds and they're ready to blow
Pull out the board, wax up the stick
The duct-taped dings seem to do the trick

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way
It's a beautiful day (yeah)
It's a beautiful day

Paddle out and dish it up, pull it back again
Rip it up and pull it up, feel like a friend
Find another day,
Complain another day,
Cuz everything melts away in a wave
Until you pour it out and pull it up, give it what you've got
Jack it up and fill it up, take it to the next notch
Take it all the way it's a beautiful day
Take it all the way, Yeah,
It's a beautiful day (yeah)
It's a beautiful day
Na, na, bla, bla, bla...

Sprinting across the sand, burn off my feet
Hit the surf running and don't miss a beat
Take my place bobbing, out in the swell
Turn and spin and paddle like hell

Feel the wave grabbing and jump to my feet
A bottom carve turn like I've never seen
Six quick snaps and a floater inside
kick out the back, a nice fucking ride

But that's Okay, That's okay another day on it's way
It's a beautiful day (yeah)
It's a beautiful day




©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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Roll With The Punches


Well I'm a poor man/I feel no pain
Struggled half of my life a going against the grain
But I think I guess I only get a one shot at this
I'm gonna diiig every single second I've got, I've got to live
Another second/another went by
I killed another second, minute, hour, waisting my life
I'm gonna spend my waking hours doing something with myself
playing with the cards from the deck I'm dealt

gotta roll with the punches/run down the highway
Gonna turn all the pages/Gonna do it my way

I got the surfboard/got the full tank of gas
I'm gonna say goodbye to everyone as I pass
There gonna wonder where I'm going and when I'll be back
As they waist away their lives working for the man

I'll get some shit job/when I need some cash
I can always strum my guitar when I need a stash
I'm gonna check out what we've got on the far west coast
california's great but so is mex-i-co

Ocean Beach, Point Reyes, Waddel Creek, Steamer Lane
Fort Point, Cardiff Reef, Ocean Side, Pacific Beach
Morro Bay, Manhattan Beach, Rockaway, La Jolla Reefs
Todos Santos, Rosarito, Ensenada, Down to Cabo....
Yeah, You might find me there...

I won't pay taxes/I'll pay no rent
I'll never vote again, so fuck the government
well, I'll get myself some piece of shit micro bus
I'm gonna live off the coast, the most of both of us
I won't need TV/Or Girlfriend
I've got a big ol' stack of porn-o that would scare my friends
I think I'll sleep in every morning and I'll surf all day
Maybe strum my guitar, I think I'll live that way




©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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Share

You've got to share / Share the moment
You've got to share...Share the love
You've got to share
Share your time together...
Cuz you never know when that will come to pass

You've got to love / Love one another
Until it's time, time to let them go
You've got to hold / On to each other
While you can, Cuz you just never know

Sitting in the grass, pass/sucking on the wet ass
end of a fat blunt / taking in the warm front
Sipping on a cold beer / breathing in the clean air
Chilling with my good friends/Here's to hoping that it never ends

You've got to take / Take those chances
Dig inside your heart to find a clue
You've got to make
Make your time together...
All that it can be to see you through

Sitting in the grass, pass/sucking on the wet ass
end of a fat blunt / taking in the warm front
Sipping on a cold beer / breathing in the clean air
Chilling with my good friends/Here's to hoping that it never ends

Chilling n' spilling the loving I'm feeling / I'm holding the tone that I'm always believing
Flowing, unknowing meticulous growing / Last of the circle to get what your doing
Dealing with feelings, but take what you get
Your falling in love, but you only just met
If I got the chance to do it, man, i'd do it all over again

If I had, If I had, If I had that chance...





©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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The Raven



Wake up in the morning / a suicidal warning
Pull the shades back up to expose the sun
Walk outside or get a ride just get your ass there on time
Cuz we'll leave without everyone

we never did.

Everyone knows where to meet/Just behind pier 23
Don't forget your 12 pack of beer
The weathers great I have to say It's gonna be a perfect day
And we haven't lost a single life yet
we never did...never did, never did, never did...

Oh! Drink it on up, tilt it on back and pass the rest on
Oh, Don't let these days pass you by, cuz they won't last that long

Rich is making drinks down stairs / Pass him down the empty beers
Could someone pass another one up?
Kinda sacked, the boat is packed / Christeen's puking off the back
If the coast guard see's us, man, we're fucked

but they never did.

Brady's got the music wired / The Bob Marley's still required
To get this vessel all in the mood
Get to Sam's is all we've plannned / Docking we could sure use a hand
Before the waitress brings us our food
she never did...never did, never did, never did...

Oh! Drink it on up, tilt it on back and pass the rest on
Oh, Don't let these days pass you by, cuz they won't last that long

I'd like to see, be it, feel it, need it,
Don't repeat the shit your seeing, dealing with the feeling that your needing (its a)
long ride, high...tide...brain's fried, I think it's done, I think it's leaking out the other side
Go low, so-lo, ain't got no posse cuz their getting loaded on the boat
I'd like to see, be it, feel it, need it,

Oh! Drink it on up, tilt it on back and pass the rest on
Oh, Don't let these days pass you by, cuz they won't last that long



©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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Blueprint

It's such a lonely world / So many chances to mess it up
And she's such a lonely girl
Stirring her drink never looking up
Well this bar's full of people who never will meet
the just stare at each other cuz their too shy to speak
you can bend them break them, never relate them
there's just something wrong with the blue print

It's such a lonely world / So many chances to mess it up
And he's such a lonely boy
He's got 23 years left in lockup
Well he's raised in the projects, lost his dad at just 4
Grew up in jail after he settled the score
You can bend them break them never mistake them
there's just something wrong with the blue print

Well these crimes they are signs
It's just all in the lines don't you know
Nobody's perfect it's all just design of the mold - oh no
You can fight it all you can
But you're only a man

It's such a lonely world / So many chances to mess it up
And he's such a lonely man
Finds it hard just to get up
Cuz he lost his wife sitting by the side of her bed
He's two hours late now he's wishing he's dead
You can bend them, break them never relate them
There's just something wrong with the blueprint

Well these crimes they are signs
It's just all in the lines don't you know
Nobody's perfect it's all just design of the mold - oh no
You can fight it all you can
But you're only a man

He's lonely, She's lonely, Someone's more lonely than you
He's lonely, She's lonely, Someone's more lonely than you
He's lonely, She's lonely, Someone's more lonely than you





©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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More Sex Than Me

Every night I'm down/I'm down I take it
Listening to the sounds, the walls their shakin'
Bang/Bang/banging on floor boards
That shit is driving me crazy

Can't stand the rumors but they're coming on
Might as well just lay down and get it on
Banging on the town and down you make it
One more sound I hear, I can't take it

It always seems like everybody/Everybody I know/
Every body's getting more sex than me
It always seems like everybody/Everybody I know/
Every body's getting more sex than me
I said Hey! I said Ho! Fooling around I said/Fooling around
I said Hey! I said Ho! Fooling around I said/Fooling around

Every morning, afternoon and evening
Big o pieces Plaster falling from the ceiling
It's a crack down / Down to the floor boards
Every day reminding me to get more

Everyone's talking about their all night session
Work is all a buzz, a buzz of confessions
and all I got are tales of shit that I heard
(through the walls) God damn I need to get a girl

It always seems like everybody/Everybody I know/
Every body's getting more sex than me
It always seems like everybody/Everybody I know/
Every body's getting more sex than me
I said Hey! I said Ho! Fooling around I said/Fooling around
I said Hey! I said Ho! Fooling around I said/Fooling around

I got the tension, did I mention
my twisted point of view to you
Cuz it's nothing I can't get through
It's just this banging, that I'm hating
Always reminding me of you
and the shit that we we used to do...
It's got me falling, all recalling all the balling and the stalling

It always seems like everybody/Everybody I know/
Every body's getting more sex than me
It always seems like everybody/Everybody I know/
Every body's getting more sex than me
I said Hey! I said Ho! Fooling around I said/Fooling around
I said Hey! I said Ho! Fooling around I said/Fooling around




©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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This Stuff

I met this girls family, her mother had it in for me
Daddy thought i drank to much but he's a tool
I could take them out for free, but jail don't sound to good to me
I guess I'll find myself another girl
Every day's another chance another girl another glance
another shot to clear my mind It happens all the time
just when I think I've got a link, I gotta pour myself a drink
cuz something goes wrong, like every time

Another girl I liked a lot, fake blond hair but really hot
Unfortunately she turned out to be a bitch
A girl who liked to play the games, broke my heart but that's okay
Life goes on anyway, damn i gotta switch
Every day's another chance another girl another glance
another shot to clear my mind It happens all the time
just when I think I've got a link, I gotta pour myself a drink
cuz something goes wrong, like every time

I/Don't/Need/To/Be/Holding on to this stuff
I/Don't/Need/To/Be/Holding on to this stuff
I/Don't/Need/To/Be/Holding on to this stuff
Cuz life is too short/got lot's of fish in the sea
I'm casting out another line to see what comes swimming to me

a Different girl way back in school was kinda nuts but kinda cool
I've always had that soft spot for red hair
Little then did i know, cute little thing would turn psycho
And stalk my ass, after class, damn, she had no fear
Every day's another chance another girl another glance
another shot to clear my mind It happens all the time
just when I think I've got a link, I gotta pour myself a drink
cuz something goes wrong, like every time

I/Don't/Need/To/Be/Holding on to this stuff
I/Don't/Need/To/Be/Holding on to this stuff
I/Don't/Need/To/Be/Holding on to this stuff
Cuz life is too short/got lot's of fish in the sea
I'm casting out another line to see what comes swimming to me




©2005 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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Unmistakable


Ya gotta take the time to look, took another look
to find the one you need
They Finally found a chance to ground,
ground themselves around, around the ones they need

I've seen that look in their eyes and the fires,
the desires if you try and it's unmistakable
They got the love and it's right on this time,
if you look you will find it's unmistakable
Ya gotta take the time to look, took another look to find the one you need

I think you've seen the two i mean,
i mean that's the reason why, we're all here
To join their two lonely soles, patchin' up all the holes
when it's cold and it seems crystal clear

I've seen that look in their eyes and the fires,
the desires if you try and it's unmistakable
They got the love and it's right on this time,
if you look you will find it's unmistakable
I think you've seen the two i mean, i mean that's the reason why, we're all here




©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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So Cold



Turn around, I doubt it
Never would I live without it
Shelling out my money for the love I can't live without
Here she comes again
She says he's just another friend
But that's one friend I know I can live without

She's got my mind in line
And Lying to me every night
Pushing out the pieces and pull em' all back again
Pick her up at home
She's always on that telephone
Chatting to another man, catting and it's oh so cold...

And it feels so cold
And it's getting old
How could I be
That I don't know

Ditched that girl eventually
Listened to the things they told me
Finally found some fool to take my own advice
Here I am at home
Watching TV all alone
Bored out of my skull bored out of my mind

Couldn't take it, Had to break it
On the floor, more, more times than I could stand it
Couldn't fake it, had to shake it
out the door for more drinks than I could handle...

And it feels so cold
And it's getting old
How could I be
That I don't know

Turn around, I doubt it
Never would I live without it
Shelling out my money for the love I can't live without
Here she comes again
She says he's just another friend
But that's one friend I know I can live without




©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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California

California's got the sunshine, year round, cheap wine
Fresh waves / Hot babes, Lather on the sunscreen
Warm days, Cool nights, Everything is just right
Soft Sand, last tan, sleepin' on the rooftop

California, California...he said I ain't never leaving you

California's got the girl I love, the mountain's rising up above
The beach scene, so clean, parties raging every night
The clean air, millionaire, breathtaking swimwear
Fake boobs, boob tube, something's always going on

California, California...he said I ain't never leaving you.

California's got the earthquake, mudslides keep awake
big sharks, homeless parks, traffic jams round the clock
No rain, insane, all the kids on cocaine
Crap luck, dumb struck, man i think i love this place
When i get drinking, man i'm always thinking that...

my states better than your states,
better than my states, better than all the states put together

California's got the porn stars, strip clubs, wild fires
Hot bods, street rods, everybody's packing heat
The wet sand, rock band, out to get a nice tan
tan lines, parking fines, gotta do what you can
California's got the nudist beach, freak shows for the world to see
Height Street, bare feet, Democrats, they own this state
Divorce rate, sounds great, unless you've got yourself a mate
rocks stars, cool bars, come once you're never far from

California, California...he said I ain't never leaving you.

California's got the earthquake, mudslides keep awake
big sharks, homeless parks, traffic jams round the clock
No rain, insane, all the kids on cocaine
Crap luck, dumb struck, man i gotta ditch this place
When he get's drinking, man he's always thinking that...

my states better than your states,
better than my states, better than all the states put together



©2005 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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Had A Dream


I had a dream the other day
I didn't cry, didn't try, didn't know what to do
I had a dream the other day
(that) They're shooting from the buildings and they're dressed in civil clothes
and I'm trying to take their guns, but who's got em' no one knows

And those bad mother fuckers with their pain and their struggles
and the things that they do to you, the things that they do to me
I couldn't cry, couldn't try, couldn't know what to do
Cuz we're just pawns and their pieces, we're just pawns in their pieces
In their games and their struggles, and their names are all muddled
Because we never know, never know what to do

pulling down the covers now/pulling down the covers now
nothin's gonna make it now/nothin's gonna shake it now
And the dreams of this war/ and the dreams of this war...
Cool down...Cool down...Cool down

I had a dream the other day
I couldn't breath, couldn't see, couldn't keep the sand from my eyes
I had a dream the other day
(that) There's explosions all around and they're shooting on the ground
and the bad guys are clinging to their guns, ears are ringing

And those bad mother fuckers, they're insane with rebuttal
and the things that they do to you, the things that they do to me
And they're cruising down the street like a runaway freight train
Killing everything in sight, I'm proud I think, but that ain't right

pulling down the covers now/pulling down the covers now
nothin's gonna make it now/nothin's gonna shake it now
And the dreams of this war/ and the dreams of this war...
Cool down...Cool down...Cool down

I had a dream the other day
That the world was in love, and I thought I saw a dove
And the boys all came home and no one was alone

but those bad mother fuckers, in their ties and their lovers
Sitting safe at home cuz they voted that I go
to some place far away and blow away my enemy
while the politicians talk about it, and the politicians talk about it
four more days and four more ways to die and four more days four more days to die
4 more years, 4 more years, I got 4 more years of this...





©2004 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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Last Wave

When I go I'm gonna take this wave off into the sunset
When I get there man, I'll never get wet
Gonna step right off into / into the other side
And then I'm gonna take in and then I'm gonna make it in

Gonna take this time gonna take it all to
Find my mom / gonna find out
how she's been / And tell her how much (how much) I've
missed her since she's gone

I'm gonna take this wave / Man I hope they're waiting there
With open arms, and a case of beer
But first I'm gonna shake hand of everyone before me
Everyone I've ever known, Everyone I've ever met.

take your time / Face it all some day
Your another player in this life and man you've got to play
can't just sit there waiting for life to pass you by (gotta)
gotta catch it from behind /and take/ it for a ride

Oh...you've got to live your life
you've got to make it count
before your time

Before I go I'm gonna need some time to say goodbye to all of my
family and friends, cuz i'm just parts of them
and all the shit i've picked up / from each one of them
and every thing I've given back / and all the times I got off track

give my shit / gonna give it all to
someone who / ain't got no-thing
And maybe they'll have better luck making
something better of themselves

I'm gonna find some kid / who's wants the music in his sole
and give him all my guitars / cuz I don't need them no
more where i'm headed / and man I think you get it
Cuz I'm never coming back, and I'm never headed back

take your time / Face it all some day
Your another player in this life and man you've got to play
can't just sit there waiting for life to pass you by (gotta)
gotta catch it from behind /and take/ it for a ride

Oh...you've got to live your life
you've got to make it count
before your time

The video games / The TV & the movies
Waisting all you time / The pop-op ads are useless
Useless time spent / The useless times are fruitless
Poinless times / A waist of life / It's not too late to change your life

Oh...you've got to live your life
you've got to make it count
before your time



©2005 Bag of Toys | Written by Robert Tait

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