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Country Song
02:25
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COUNTRY SONG, OR, ANOTHER NIGHT AT MCGARVEY'S
Joker’s on the rise, he’s got a bad tattoo
and it comes as no surprise he’s leaving with you
You always break my bones and send me home alone
And I don’t know what to think or do
All these spit covered words I sing to you
All the “I Love You”s and “Don’t Go”s end up on the ground
If you check your watch maybe it’s time to go
But I’ll miss all the symmetry, all the fallen leaves
All the swollen tongues, all the smoker’s lungs
and in the middle of the fumes there’s you.
Now the debt collectors, they call all day
So I divide my bucks, I pay and I pay
til I can’t pay no more - gonna find the happy hunting grounds
And the world’s on fire, it’s the end of days
the way Hannity talks my soul won’t be saved
so I’ll just go online and stare at a thousand screens.
If you check your watch maybe it’s time to go
But I’ll miss all the symmetry, all the fallen leaves
All the swollen tongues, all the smoker’s lungs
and in the middle of the fumes there’s you.
and in the middle of the fumes there’s you.
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Heaven
02:30
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HEAVEN, OR, HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE GROCERY STORE
I used to riff a lot and write happy songs
Now I just sludge chords and whine
And you’re happy all the time
and I don’t know why.
Well I guess that’s how it is:
I get sick, you get depressed, we get together again.
-really incredible and technically impressive guitar solo-
And I never claimed to know what heaven’s like
but I imagine it’s a 12 items or fewer line
But so clean and so pure.
You’ve never seen nothing like this before.
Well I guess that’s how it is:
I get sick, you get depressed, we get together again.
And I guess that’s how it is:
I get sick, you get depressed, we get together again.
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Little Oaf
00:35
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LITTLE OAF, OR, THE FIRST SONG
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Loud + Dumb
02:26
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LOUD + DUMB, OR, GIN DRUNK ON THE FOURTH OF JULY
Hold my hair back as I get sick
In the pan you got from underneath the kitchen sink
This teenage lust is thickening like quicksand
As we lay on the second floor and listen to the neighbors fuck
Wish I was more like them: Loud and dumb.
If you want it, you got it
If you need it, well I need it too
If you want it, you got it now
Broken bottles and crushed up cans
surround me as I try to pass
Through the darkened rooms and hallways of your pad
Gin drunk on the Fourth of July
And the way you’re looking at me makes me want to die
It’s been a complicated life and tonight won’t change a thing
If you want it, you got it
If you need it, well I need it too
If you want it, you got it now
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TO CALL A HORSE ANOTHER NAME, OR, TO PUT IT SIMPLY, HORSE
I try to hide
when you came looking for me late last night
You were trying to explain
all the neurological changes going on in my brain
You can’t categorize -
You know you can’t hide as well as I can hide
Why bother trying to explain
Why do you bother giving a horse another name
Yeah I try to hide when I can
Try to get out in the sunlight so I can work on my tan
Trying to hide when I can
When I can
Yeah I try to hide when I can
Try to get out in the sunlight so I can work on my tan
Trying to hide when I can
When I can
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Glass Arcade
02:46
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GLASS ARCADE, OR, THE EVER EXPANDING BALLOON POPS
Got so high I didn’t know my name
As we made out behind the glass arcade
Looking for something for just one night
And so was I.
Felt like I was gonna pop and I didn’t like the feel of that at all.
Drowning my headache till it calls it Quits
Fast forwards three years since my last split
Swimming through bars like a stupid shark
if I stop I’ll die.
Felt like I was gonna pop and I didn’t like the feel of that at all.
Felt like I was gonna pop and I didn’t like the feel of that at all.
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Ripoff
01:33
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RIPOFF, OR, CRACKED SKULL
Jump when you ask me how to get high
And you make me want to die
like some gum you scraped off your heel
Skull getting cracked in the back of your van
I’ve been drunk since 9AM
and I’m not going to your place
Go if you wanna leave.
Go if you won’t regret a thing.
Waste, just the space and the time you gave.
And you don’t want to see my face
‘cause you don’t want to say my name.
Now you’ll never have to say my name.
Now you’ll never have to hear my name.
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Human Tycoon
02:02
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HUMAN TYCOON, OR, FOR LACK OF A BETTER NAME
I’ve been hanging on the words you’re saying
for the last three weeks
I’ve been cutting all my cloth
out of your old bedsheets
But if I could only hold your hair
Wake up early on the other side of your bed
But I know I can’t
Now you’re saying theres a few more steps
in this dance till we reach the end
But I’ve been told that so many times
Now my clumsy limbs have gone dead
But if I could only hold your hair
Wake up early on the other side of your bed
But I know I can’t
But if I could only hold your hair
Wake up early on the other side of your bed
But I know I can’t hold your hair
I’m too busy holding myself.
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Thrift
03:06
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THRIFT, OR, THE LAST SONG
Stranger walks into the room
They wrecked it and they left it.
Scratched marks and payphone cards
Left behind on the desk.
And I’m sitting here waiting
For the clock to go by
Paint evaporating,
not letting it dry
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
A lifetime of waiting
and coming up short.
Please check our ratings
in Consumer Reports
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
You don’t work here, I can find it by myself.
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