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EVERYBODY HAS A CLUE
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I am Jesus Oldman. For whatever reason, I have begun to consider my mortality. Therefore. I am leaving my life's work to SoundClick.
CATS MAKE GREAT PIZZA. See Video. Hi World. I Am JESUS OLDMAN. Now considering my mortality, I am leaving my music, to SoundClick. Entrusting them to keep it alive, even after I am gone. Any money it will make, will go to SoundClick, not to me. Because I did it for Love, I did it for God. And I Trust SoundClick, to Keep This Alive For You All. -JO
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Pop • Indie Pop
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#18 in subgenre Peak #16
Author
JESUS OLDMAN
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Copyright 2025 - JESUS OLDMAN
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October 07, 2025
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MP3 10.1 MB • 320 kbps • 4:24
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WAV 88.8 MB
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EVERYBODY HAS A CLUE Everybody has a clue No one knows a thing at all Like the times that I hear you But you never called I guess I'm really just the same Floating like a leaf along Gently down a wooded stream While Big Ben says BONG Puffing right along If I don't know Why should I portend otherwise But I can't pretend I don't see Dark clouds in the sky But one way or another Each man is still my brother We turn at odds Not at all sure what we have or what we've lost Everybody has a clue No one knows a thing at all Like the times that I hear you But you never called I guess I'm really just the same Floating like a leaf along Gently down a wooded stream While Big Ben says BONG Puffing right along If I don't know Then I perhaps should just shut up Not piss in wind And catch it in a paper cup But let me ask you Mister Why should we wrong our sisters Does it make us men Strolling top hats ass hats once again Everybody has a clue No one knows a thing at all Like the times that I can hear you But you never called I guess I'm really just the same Floating like a leaf along Gently down a wooded stream While Big Ben says BONG Puffing right along -Orchestration fascination... But one way or another Each man is still my brother We turn at odds Not at all sure what we have and what we've lost Everybody has a clue No one knows a thing at all Like the times that I hear you But you never called I guess I'm really just the same Floating like a leaf along Gently down a wooded stream While Big Ben says BONG Puffing right along While I bleed another song And perhaps you sing along Copyright 2025 - JESUS OLDMAN O-O J -
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