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Left Over Grown
01:37
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Lost all my money when I lost my girl,
Red letters keep on coming, but that woman never will.
Furniture and fun rides, buy you could never know
all my spite and dynamite, not paying what they say I owe.
Left overgrown, festering, left home.
Patsy the black sheep, he'll catch the blame,
Me with the blisters, the bills in her name.
Steering the stroller, pocket full of cards,
Wouldn't listen when I told her that 'this will all fall apart.'
Left overgrown, festering, left home.
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2. |
Clone
02:00
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Clone, do as you're told.
Be-have and be cold.
Forget the bones we rolled down on rag-time road.
And all you thought was good
is just hallucinations and false-hoods.
Clone! Do what you're told.
Answer the phone! Just settle down, ante up and fold.
All you thought was good is just
Slamming your head in a car hood.
Clone do as you're told.
Go straight down the road.
Straight down the road!
Straight down!
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3. |
Buffalo
01:56
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Hot night bedroom, I got my collar loose.
I watched you go, high-tail to Buffalo.
Spotlight red moon, repent you feckless loon.
Far rolling fast, half a pepper up your ass.
Eat dog meat scum, check your equilibrium.
You know my zone, drop the phone and come on home.
Hell no, won't go to Buffalo! Hell no!
Shotgun one more, sandy candy rocks the shore.
Pot smoke both lobes, ante up and then you fold.
Back on that horse, smoking cigs out on the porch
My bottle dry, stick a needle in my eye.
Hell no, won't go to Buffalo! Hell no!
Hot night bedroom rehearse the cut and run.
Spotlight red moon eat dog meat scum.
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4. |
Whiskey Down
02:24
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Come on out help me drink this whiskey down.
Not that I'd have a hard time doing it myself.
Wagging jaws on the back lawn.
Drop your wrenches and come on.. I'm waiting.
Come on out help me drink this whiskey down.
Not that I'd have a hard time doing it myself.
Mama's gone shopping or somewhere else,
Why don't you go find that shelf and bring that whiskey down?
I'm waiting..
Come on out help me drink this whiskey down.
Not that I'd have a hard time doing it myself.
Wagging jaws on the back lawn.
Drop your wrenches and come on.
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5. |
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My life sucks, city job and dump trucks,
Bucket full of rubble and bum luck.
Been waiting all winter freezing long,
Concened 'cause there's nothing wrong.
Head full of memories sweet and not so,
and I'm mixing up a pot full.
Them arcade boys are hostile.
All my memories sweet and not so.
BMX and skinny legs.
Hammerhead out in the shed.
Drinking steak and chewing dregs.
O hammerhead out in the shed.
My life sucks, city job and dump trucks.
Bucket of rubble and dumb luck.
My life sucks, city job and dump trucks.
Bucket of rubble and dumb luck.
City job and dump trucks.
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6. |
Trailers & Failure
02:17
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Trailers and failure, temporary turns to twenty years,
Stand ups and tail turns force it down the wrong pipe clear.
Holders and nailers, the engine fails the engineer,
Jokers and jailers, connected soul to vested ear.
Eyes that fade to vacant over trays of medication
degraded into apemen. Hammer in the barn.
Lovers launch stones, Rocky and Adrianne,
Jockeys who knock knees around another bend.
With eyes that fade to vacant, over trays of medication.
Eyes that fade to vacant over trays of medication
degraded into apemen. Hammer in the barn.
Trailers and failure, temporary turns to twenty years,
Stand ups and tail turns force it down the wrong pipe clear.
With eyes that fade to vacant, over trays of medication.
Eyes that fade to vacant over trays of medication
degraded into apemen. Hammer in the barn.
Trailers and failure!
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7. |
Cotter Pins
03:21
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Everyone lies, everyone hurries, everyone worries, everyone dies.
How did you trick me to lay down so easy,
stare at the TV and not even try?
Hey, there's a sale today!
Every last customer gets a free bag of the shit that she didn't take.
Wait, there's more downstairs. If you take away this cabinet
I'll give you a sack of them cotter pin clips she that put in her hair.
Everyone's drunk, everyone's driving.
Everyone's trying to get someone alone.
Toss out the dishrack, the fan-back, the china.
Cause I don't need none of that stuff in my home.
Hey, there's a sale today!
Every last customer gets a free bag of the shit that she didn't take.
Wait, there's more downstairs. If you take away this cabinet
I'll give you a sack of them cotter pin clips she that put in her hair.
Got a hammer on a rope, on a hook, at the end of my bed.
When I stammer and choke, grab it up and smash me on my head.
Hey, there's a sale today!
Every last customer gets a free bag of the shit that she didn't take.
Wait, there's more downstairs. If you take away this cabinet
I'll get you a sack of them cotter pin clips she that put in her hair.
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8. |
The Piston
00:15
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If I bring that whole shape down.
Looking through your window making immigrant sounds.
It's all free, open position
getting with me, lubing up the piston.
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9. |
Done with Love
02:57
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Discreet little treason, I'm faking patience,
It's trimming season, I'm not going to make it.
Birds in the eaves and rats in the basement.
She needs to leave, and I need replacing.
Disbelief, reason fading, show the teeth, hold the hate in.
You looked at me I heard the word that you were saying:
It's love, don't say love.
I'm not cresting hills, I'm not seeking thrills,
I'm not splitting bills, not getting on my knees.
Who's the geek, creeping faceless,
this street's bleak and completely makeshift.
I gotta leave, cause I'm too freaked to even fake it.
I'm done with love.
I'm done with love.
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10. |
Aliens
02:07
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Aliens! Aliens!
Calling on my mother to reward my righteous deeds
and I'm at the kitchen table, talking bout my needs
my little finger bleeds
I turn the record over,
and she finally leaves.
Big show, ambulance!
Standing in the street with rolled up pants.
Shoveling the puddles, stepping on ants.
Digging in the garbage for the gold of circumstance.
Booger eater in a rolling motor car.
Tripping in a gutter, wishing on a bar.
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11. |
Bled Alive
02:33
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Who the hell am I, fooling?
Truth is you've been high.
I've been stupid.
And it's been a waste of my waiting,
furious mind.
Ignorant and complacent, bled alive.
Where the hell am I, moving?
Vessel chest disguise, elbow rooming.
It's been a taste of migration.
Prurient eyes. Jack the Mack round the places, forty-five.
Why the hell am I, so stupid?
Hanging on for live, you lose it.
It's been a case of my hating,
burned whiskey blind.
Chuck her shit in the basement.
Nevermind.
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12. |
Baby
02:08
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She's got jeans on, picking weeds out of the bean pond, kissing frogs,
Bullying the neighbors dog.
Silent, sullen, so we had a long talk,
my pants could stand up on their own, but couldn't walk.
Call the doctor with diseases of a hog,
Matilda's bitching about something,
Slinging spit and throwing snot,
Pour me a shot, or whatever you got.
Baby!
Baby!
She's got jeans on and her polyester sleeves long,
Raking the leaves into a sheet out on the lawn.
Baby!
Baby!
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13. |
Birthday Cake
03:11
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Skip the bristling, pissed off, Sherlock,
Dusting for clues.
Expectations. Ashes on her shoes.
And padding the assetts,
and just what they ammount to.
It's jut a lifetime of small talk,
Sliding dimes across the counter.
Birthday cake on a cloud.
Taking your face down.
I took a trashbag and filled it with your rules.
Then I hooked it to a rocket, and it flew.
And you followed on your broom.
Something new. Something new.
Something new.
It's up to you.
Up to you.
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14. |
June
01:34
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June come back soon, time irritates my wounds.
Miss you a lot, got a sweet parking spot.
June get your ass in tune,
Drunk as a monkey in the guest room.
Get me some food. Get me some food.
A collection of memories I'd just as soon lay rest to.
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15. |
Feel Gone
03:15
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Beautiful on a swing, dip her face in the sand.
Laughing, twisting the rings.
I can't take it, man.
I feel gone, sold off in hours,
Reborn crossing off cowards.
The brutal truth of the thing
is surprise, empty hand.
You're selling me what I don't need.
I'm on the roof and i'm singing.
Levon leans back and hollars,
please don't all be followers.
Who's the fool in the spring,
I don't got enough hands,
ain't got time to ride counting,
just multiply everyone by everything.
and it feels wrong, sold off in hours.
Levon leans back and hollars
Beautiful on the swing dip her toes in the sand
laughing twisting the rings, I can't take it, man.
I can't take it, man.
I can't take it, man.
I can't take it, man.
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