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MIXTAPE 2: GROWERS & SHOWERS

by ozdavidson

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Were you throwing wooden nickels in the wishing well Did you wish that I would burn in hell Pray tell I won't deny it's gonna happen but you're gonna have to sit a spell You fell into another bifurcation nightmare It doesn't fight fair There's not a workaround There's not a life hack I have found that's gonna make it any easier (HALF LIFE/PACK LITE) chai couscous green tea dripping through my hand Holding out for better days The Andromedan starseed lost its way And I'm waiting for sunshine windfall where The Andromedan child slipped through my hand Another victim of a bifurcation nightmare Another victim of a bifurcation trick of the mind.
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Tuesday Came two seconds late She had come from out of state She had come by foot and freight And touche' There was cold food on her plate No room for debate Cynical bridesmaids Stop 'em at the front door Cuff 'em to the bed post Lock 'em in the hoosegow All the girls back home had grown exponentially wide With husbands on their sides Lookin every bit of uptight And the bride and groom they danced their dance in a beautiful unison Cake was melting in the sun Races nearly run Tuesday haunts reception halls with no room for relief Lipstick on her teeth Waves of sudden grief They're always lookin for the long haul Bra straps flush against the wall They're always lookin for the one to come around And set her down and sort her out But she draws the short straw, every time She draws the short straw, every time Stop 'em at the front door Cuff 'em to the bedpost Lock 'em in the hoosegow Tuesday's going home.
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the 22nd of hangdog oblivion a local hero name tag pinned on my brow and a migraine clung to the brain and the four months back rent catchin up on me now i got no home on your papasan chair no more we soldier on swallowing ipecac always takes too long we soldier on the bitter never tasted better til it fell from a heathen mouth i'm taking my walking papers hang a free sign outside on a curbside couch spellchecking my constitution no wanna have to john hancock twice gonna leave a trail of bread crumbs back there know where i've been where the crows eat well cockle burrs stuck to my shoestrings voicemail piling up to the cold grey sky bumper sticker on a dead man's suitcase put the world on mute let captions ride there's no home on this papasan chair for me we soldier on all of these epilogues they take so long.
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Stuccojungle 03:45
Blew out of town with a carpet bag And a girl on the rag And a Mexican flag Had me a dinner of commemorative plaques In the stuccojungle just south of town Satan came down looking thoroughly soused He was looking to joust I was playing the Faust Swallowed a thumbtack and mickey'd my mouse In the stuccojungle just south of town My baby went home with loans to repay Left me with a heart full of tooth decay Now I watch the days just wither away In the stuccojungle just south of town Felt like leaving but my feet wouldn't work And the ground froze up and the birds wouldn't chirp Stayed too long now I'm a permanent part Of this realm down south where the cars don't park And the grass grows crooked Ain't a snake you can charm The water is nothing but bacteria farms Can't stand up for to lay me on down In the stuccojungle just south of town Baby was a scream queen Blood all on her blue jeans But the money never lasts and the roles got scant at best Waving from the backseat She was chewing on some flaxseed But the money never lasts and the roles get scant at best
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Lovegreedy 03:13
He can't start to pretend to be interested In work dramas or fashion recipes He won't admit he's got his own trivial shit to tend to Does its blood run cold Does it swallow its prey whole Does it coil and squeeze Does it measure in a ledger What comes in, what goes out LOVEGREEDY Can't beat back the will to Keep his love greedy Wants it all for his own They quantify dinner dates Twenty five dollar plates Solid life change is just a haircut away They brag and bitch with their friends Ring fingers extend Beads drawn on the green of the knuckle Does it have bald knees Does it charge overdraft fees LOVEGREEDY Can't beat back the will to Keeps her lovegreedy Lives life by the scorecard Mas fica Gás o no gás We're lovegreedy We two-step through the minefield We're lovegreedy 95% service to self.
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Pre-Ripped 03:45
My lands, my hands All guitar picks 1001 cowlicks Running through my hair Foulin up my hair There's more hard stares on the avenue They ain't havin you Unless your jeans are sick And they're not pre-ripped There's no aroma hoverin left to sniff No diploma now I'm out here on the night shift Landscapes pockmarked all acne scars Broken mason jars on your TB sheets I got a bad hook shot and a mighty thirst And I'm not well versed and my throat is parched I got a cheap haircut run me 6 bucks and my jeans are starched But they're not pre-ripped They're not pre-ripped Each time the dream is in mono Ownin up to the sound of an empty pocket No light/no socket No fork/no pan Arthiritis is holdin my granddad's hand He's unable to stand without the the use of a crutch That ain't sayin much He's got a wet handkerchief damp with busted dreams Outdated machines up in his old tool shed They line his flowerbed And if You can cover my night shift I'll be cashin that check at the corner store No roll/no rock I'm the chalk on the sidewalk I've been keepin bloodlines alive in the malt formaldehyde She comes in twice a day around 5:15, 9:15 In her Abercrombie jeans Dress for less jeans Right off the rack right off and they're all pre-ripped They're all pre-ripped Joe's cousin from Nashville's cussin up a storm You've got such high finances He's comin for 3 weeks, crashin on the floor You've got such hard sarcasm
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Another young man With lung capacity to spare Has lost his air The girl is taken by his kind words She has laid her cupboards bare The moon gives head to the horizon Keeps her eyes on exit doors Mouths are open, flies are closed Sentence structure has grown poor He didn't walk away No, standing wasn't for him She never heard him say "Don't stay on account of me." Some people grow, some people show Looking for the light through the crack of the door Where they belong, not where they go Watch as they scatter, roll 'cross the floor Wallets got mauled Tires got bald Names got called And laid to rest Catastrophe took off her apron Did not give 2 weeks notice Another ring slipped off a finger One more haunting in the dark In the back of the bar, periods were late Where panda bears refused to mate
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I reek of third world homes Lined up in crooked rows It irons out in time It irons out in time I'm barb-wired barefoot skirt-hiked street at dawn SUV's run amok I don't know who they belong to I clock out backwards Walk home through seas of salt Through your plains and hills And I have traversed many miles My bones have shouldered many styles Beneath this old cold blooded sun And its assortment of textiles The teeth are crowded in the mouth And all the flies are headed south The body's out of focus and The mind is fuckin bogus you've got to spread yourself out you've got to show some restraint I guess I'll just have to draw my wages And consult my local sages And tape up all of the tore out pages I push through ink of night I'm singing in keys so right Tattooed pupils on my eyes If you're down and you are out But your throat won't let it out vigilance.
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