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Earth Laughs in Flowers
00:39
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Bifurcation Nightmare
02:52
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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 (short straw)
03:50
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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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4. |
we soldier on
04:12
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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
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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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MEAT HOLD HEAT
03:51
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Lovegreedy
03:13
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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
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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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10. |
Growers & Showers
04:03
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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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11. |
One For the Tramps
03:28
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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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12. |
Prove
02:25
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