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Pamplemousse Presse

by Khalid Hanifi

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I’m feelin’ well I’m feelin’ fine I’ve got the blues and they’re not mine Everybody loves to see A greedy man feelin’ ugly And I might fall tomorrow With these wounds I stole and borrowed It chokes me up to have to see It cracks me up to hear your dreams And what you really think they mean Everybody pays to see A handsome man take money And I might fall tomorrow It’s a bull market on sorrow ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Come to me, come to me Don’t slip away too far You can be, you can be Too much the way you are I would love to stay, but really Call me someday when you wake up Please believe, please believe I’m not in the mood for a fight Can’t you see, can’t you see I’ve only turned out the light I’d love to say sincerely It’ll be ok, as it once was I don’t want to stay and I know it’s early Call me someday when you wake up Wake up ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Whatever you said, I’ve already heard You’ve said it a thousand times I rest assured I’m wasting my time Whatever you said, it all sounds the same You’ve shown up a thousand times And you’ll show up again I’m gonna dedicate this one to you And your romantic lies I’m all out of moonshine, I know it’s serious You’ve said it a thousand times I’m almost curious ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Who wants her now? A queue from a crowd Winds around several city blocks She’s been interred by her own words And her suitors panting speech is mostly slurred Baby, you are hard to believe And it’s all in the way she loves to share All the misery that she cannot bear To relate to her gladhanded affairs The high life is hers It just occurs every time she opens up her mouth And when she does, it is because Her elephantine pride has spied a mouse Baby, you are hard to believe ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Only Human 04:39
Late last night she gave me a hand You know that I love it and I don’t give a damn Can you relate to me lovely, several hundred more times? If you fell through the ceiling that’d be mighty divine She’s got long lash eyes and fakin’surprise Get my balls, decide Maybe I should go hide Human Only human Whether she leaves Whether shallow The same thing happened the very next day Until I grabbed me a napkin after cleaning my plate She said that I look good when I’m goin’ away So I kept on walkin’ till I got to LA There were song men cheatin’ on fourth of July And a threadbare suit that was easy to try The same thing happened the very next day Until I tipped up to the wall and ordered Mount Gay A splash of coke and a lime and “oh! I can’t pay” The sun keeps a howlin’ down ‘bout “What’d that criminal say?” You’ve got that seminal hit that flew back you gack bit of that push and pull back Over that love shack here’s a forecast: you can’t shoo that bitterland tune back ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Truck 03:23
I thought about it But you were wrong I shouldn’t stop it Doin’ it all night and all through the day I might dick around forever No no Maybe so In and out of lanes up and down the avenue Hopin’ that a truck will come and run me over soon Now I know I’ve got it I see a stranger and I have to shout it Maybe the things I say and do are not too cool But it’s so unlikely ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Don’t hurry me I’m not layin’ in bed I’m out on the street Just like I said Head in the left lane and feet in the right I’m comfortable here All day and all night Don’t hurry me I heard what you said “Move it or lose it” And “it” is my head But can I draw flies? Yeah! Please mister sir you don’t understand I’m really tired and I’ve been takin’ a nap Don’t hurry me Oh! Oh! Oh! my head You have driven over my head If I could If I could stand I’d lay down again ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Blues in Diane Will I ever get to see her again? Can I even believe till then? She’s been so far right Blues in Diane Walking slowly in the sea and the sand Like in a movie where they’re holding hands And they never fight We don’t like to speak about it But when we do we shout it to the moon We don’t like to scream about it We leave ‘em in our little thought balloons ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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July 03:00
Here where I rose and I fell Crickets cajoling I in the once and future dwell Troubled with not knowing This is not the place that I want to be Not even a race that I want to lead Should have been ahead but I’m on my knees Can’t even begin to take the dis from ease Now what the rumor foretold Is slowly unfolding How in this heat I can still feel cold Is nothing consoling Maybe it’s just July ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Idiot Box 02:37
Please leave me out of this All I wanted was a kiss, don’t you believe me When you go back and forth, could it be that Your love is pure for sport though you seethe at My buddies the highons, who follow the Lions The trouble with cryin’ is that I’d be lyin’ All I ever wanted was a true love Without feeling I would have to memorize the words to her favorite song And it’s by me Please lead me into bliss All I want is to be missed, you’ve got to believe me When you go back and forth could it be that Your love is of a sort that I sneeze at Listen to me, listen to me I’m not gonna be what you want me to be We live in idiot box ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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I hear laughter up among the cobwebs They rise and fall with the evening breeze I’m lyin’ on my back on top of valentines Never sent, they make me sick to read I say I do and then I don’t I say I will and then I won’t Uh uh baby, it’s my turn to hide From blonde to black to brown and then to redhead She sighs and I’m in darker clouds It didn’t make much difference when I knew her It doesn’t make much difference now Bitter greens with vinaigrette Your table sir for one is set Your waiter’s name is Steve He’s kind of slow I say I will and then I won’t I say I do and then I don’t Uh uh baby, it’s my turn to fly I’ve always wanted to be by your side I’ve always wanted too much I think if I forget her I’ll be alright Though we both know I’m the one that’s up and gone Bitter greens with vinaigrette Your table sir for one is set Your waiter is deceased Help yourself ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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We were friends And that’s how it begins We moved slowly through a park one summer night I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’ve been somewhat upset Not that it is important, but I haven’t done it yet I know better than to fall in love, if that’s what you call it I wouldn’t bet the farm, but I guess that’s what I did Your know I’m lost without you I’m paralyzed That’s why I’ve got to Repair my whine In the nick of time Shoo the mime I know I ought to Now and then I want more than a friend And I’m willing to destroy what isn’t mine Why why why? ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Oh no, not this again I hoped that you knew this I’m a particular man I’m crafting my bliss I thought that you understood How to engage me No no don’t hesitate You know I’d like this chance to relate I’d like to take this chance to relate I want you to do things that I say Tell me it’s forgivable Gabby, make me a hi-ball Be unforgettable, catch me when I fall Imbecile grin and all Here we go from the top again I hope that you get this I’m a very motivated man With an opportunity to state I’d like to take this chance to relate I want you to do things that I say ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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Ruthless 03:39
I’m mounted on the fences that have organized my head As cameras roam the country side If they don’t shoot me I’ll be dead I was sent here to protect the crops But I’m tempted to defect and drop the first approaching thought All the functionary heads I’ve tumbled How can I subvert this mental state? This dagger poking dictates I might fumble I’m ruthless I’m afraid The pile of severed noses rises higher to spite my face Should I lop off another one or reconsider my fate? In the stillness I know as God There is a serious lack of dialogue And it troubles me Here’s one last boring episode of that sitcom in which I starred I felt it was a drama and that really fed the lark But I’m not amused I’m gonna pitch strikes through that picture tube ©2008 Khalid Hanifi
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released September 1, 2008

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Khalid Hanifi Ann Arbor, Michigan

Over the course of three decades, Khalid Hanifi (Map of the World [Atlantic Records], Kiss Me Screaming, Maypops, and as a solo artist) has built a deeply compelling body of work that combines uniquely thoughtful, personally-charged lyrical content with impeccably crafted, irresistibly infectious melodies. ... more

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