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Succumbed to blues last night
in a tear stained floral shirt,
light bouncing off of glass
to a navy floral skirt.
Cool off in the shade,
you’re fooling fame.
Just say, “Yeah, I want to!”
Say, “Yeah, I need to!”
Say, “Yeah, I want to!”
Say, “Yeah, I need to!”
Shortcoming all your friends,
reading “Leaves of Grass”.
Second year physics class
really kicks your ass.
Cool off in the rain,
your foolish games.
Just say, “Yeah, I want to!”
Say, “Yeah, I need to!”
Say, “Yeah, I want to!”
Say, “Yeah, I need to!”
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2. |
The Brute
05:02
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Cardinal strife,
a quarrel, a clash,
a bled bombast antagonist.
Mind the brute,
led bellied beast,
you can't conquer your hands, your feet.
You won't believe whatever you've got.
I know you're right but you know you're not,
I know the fight that we weren't taught.
It's hard to say, it's hard to fake it.
Better we blend than sever our fear,
I've got a risk seeming insincere.
Could it appear it's all just unclear
until entropy makes us its team?
Co-man, co-love.
Where from? Above!
Snow falls down from.
Where to? Care not,
I'll try listening,
I won't pretend I've done it right.
Aged wine, red lyre.
Tight fist, righteous.
Play fair, lie down.
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3. |
Sonic Tea
03:02
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Sonic tea,
sip from your ears and eyes,
I won’t mind
I still see everything.
Take something from the living room,
I will not ask you to,
there’s always so much shit to do,
but I won’t mind,
I won’t mind.
Sonic tea,
feels all the things inside,
I won’t mind,
I still feel everything.
There’s something in the baby’s room,
I will not ask you to,
there’s always so much shit to do,
but I won’t mind,
I won’t mind.
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4. |
Kamels
04:11
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I bought me some camels but
I couldn't smoke all of them,
my friends are bums.
I bought me some candles
because my room smells like shit,
with the faint stench of fish in the stitch of my carpet.
Can you make yourself give a fuck?
Can you make yourself up?
You couldn't help it, you were a southern boy,
bred through and through by the waters of the Ouachita -
you spent enough time outside to have a perspective the stars could condone,
to each his own
collection of meaningless woe.
Oh no,
you don't have to know.
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5. |
Foo Choo Mama
02:51
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I'm nobody's fool
cause it's hard enough
to be an advocate
for hearts as dark as seas
or rancid stares
cause you don't care
about the way you come across,
cause it's hard enough
to be like the ones you lost.
I said,
"It's hard enough
to be like ones you lost."
And I don't mean to be deceitful,
waking up to this awful cycle.
All is one,
but baby I don't see you
like I used to want to.
I'm nobody's rule,
this kingdom's far enough
to reach the lonely outskirts of a riot's quake.
Oh, stirring fates,
a part of me I try and never show,
cause a heavy heart's a lot to try and sew.
I said, "A heavy heart's a part of all we know."
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6. |
Boston Blues
04:24
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Are you waking
on my sofa today
crafting the foot holds
to Appalachians
that we’ve built out of clay,
you, and your Michigan way?
Freshwater secrets,
Huron’s hand in your hair,
helping you knit the mittens
that speak for me
when I can’t think to say,
“You, and your Michigan way.”
I’ll be lonely
until lonely takes two
because my mind’s eye’s lost
in these Boston blues.
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7. |
Thigh Tattoo (Oldie)
05:10
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Katherine,
you were drinking coffee by the mic stand,
I ran by and took a sip.
The earth spins,
now I'm gulping and
I'm breathing in the oxygen again.
Our "when I'm with you.."'s leave a
tattoo of your hand on my thigh.
Eight arms and a stetson stitched on my eye.
Not what you've got to lose,
but what what you've got to choose from.
Wandering,
playing by the sundry fire kite man:
bite down let it be a ride.
The earth spins,
oh, please darling,
I don't need anything that you can't already give.
Don't you fall with my two left shoes,
just groove..
Chris Sloan - "I was in my car the other day, and I hear this mcdonalds commercial.. And in it, they compare their food to love. Now, I don't think that's right. I think mcdonalds food is more like.... step-parent love."
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