1. |
Pushing Itself Sour
03:47
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it was white
it was dawn
i had brushed my teeth
i had my nice pants on
i wore a smile
i drew a flower
it veered off alone
pushing itself sour
it had heard
the last hum ring
in the halls
where children sing
blessed be
the ones who take
for they know not
what they replace
it was dark
cars were angry
motions fidgeted
hours stuck around
and in a black
self-forgetting tone
i heard woodrow wilson
make a statement known
it had heard
the last hum ring
in the halls
where children sing
blessed be
the ones who take
for they know not
what they replace
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2. |
Feelings Boy
00:42
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3. |
I Am the Blue Sky
05:05
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you are what you won't find
i don't know why
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4. |
Diesel-Electric
02:32
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5. |
Ethnography
04:19
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he looks away
he’s hiding a hand
i know that he’s bluffing
i know
i know that he’s bluffing
but you can’t hide from me
i am the all-seeing eye
i am i
i bide my own time wisely
you won’t find me just snooping
around
i am the next electric sound
hear me around hear me around
i can tell for sure that he’s hiding something now
he’s got a bigger set of hands and a big mouth
but is an ace what he’s after? no
it’s a 2; numbers count, me and you
but he’s got a good eye for a new player
took the i-35 down from Minnesota
it’s cold up there but not so cold down here
yeah it’s just a different kind of fear
he was never welcome here
being that a man can survive on his sundries
when he’s alone in the wintertime it’s
raining outside
and i’m sweating bullets
in front of the people
i need to impress
and i’m trying
they’re sheeple, they
can’t tell left from right
they don’t know how to act, they don’t know how to sing
high
their voices are undeveloped
missing notes and
yelling a lot
yelling a lot
i am the dealer
shuffle amongst me
i am the dealer
shuffle amongst me
you are all the cards in a deck
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6. |
For Ghosts
04:22
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ive been
four ghosts
i guess
i'd know
your best
backbone
and it shows
through your skin
the thick
and the thin
goosebumps
hidden within
i chase the virtues
that are far too out of reach for you
but somehow we end up
stuck like glue
i feed
on the brains
of the loves
i’ve arranged
all were
the same
i notice
how you walk
after
we will
talk
legs made
of chalk
i chase the virtues
that are far too out of reach for you
but somehow we end up
stuck like glue
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7. |
Pancho and Lefty
04:04
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8. |
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let it snow
let it snow
let it snow
let it snow
taking turns
sharing it
we all get
our special chance
i am lost
i am lost
let it snow
it is lost
dawned on me
fix this day
ending shame
is all about me
collision impact
a breathing rate intact
a simple mismatch
an easy patch
a hot glue gash
an exposed bash
a holiday
a prom night
being nixed
asked for this
balance beam
electricseam
a god and queen
a hot machine
let it snow
i'm being mean
i found this
i knew this
it wasnt hard
i didnt miss
i took a shot
and my bones
collapsed
into a house
you and i
and seeds of ivy
ambrosia walks
in cluttered entries
in big balloons
in yellow squares
my home was there
my home was there
breaking in
do the twist
enter this
telecaster
puddles in
useless sinks
be okay with this
be okay with this
let it snow
let it snow
let it snow
let it snow
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9. |
Snow in Houston, Texas
01:34
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10. |
Snow in Dallas, Texas
02:59
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hall and oates are a really good band
you take a flashlight and you go in the dark
i love my family
i am a friend
i am a human being
i sleep in a bed
i sleep in a wooden bed
i sleep in a wooden bed that was made for me
i sleep in a wooden bed that has a top bunk
i keep a lot of belongings in one place
i shed a skin that i didn’t need anyways
i am connected with everyone else
i can follow trends and i can do things
i can be independent
i can be unique
i can try really really hard and not get anywhere
i can still look out a window
i can still see into my future
i can still tie my shoes
i can still wash my clothes
i can eat lunch
i can floss
i can create the driving agent to stop the natural progression of the sea
i could be a millionaire
i could win the fucking lottery
i could open a store
i could buy a thousand houses
and i could buy some more
i could read a book
i could write a book
i could read a dictionary
i could read something new
i could read a pamphlet
i could read a manual
i could drive a car
i could drive my stick shift
i could pack a bag
i could find the treasure
i could see most of an exhibit
i could plug into an electrical socket
i could get myself banned from a store
i could walk out alone
i could walk out without a jacket on
i could walk out without a jacket on
it’s so cold outside;
i could walk out without a jacket on
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11. |
Klieg Lights
11:45
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i remember the dying sounds
of country music
a plot of land
left bare and old
a saddened cowboy
voting democratic
living in
a market lull
but i
can see
the future
in loss
and in this death
there is life
i remember the dying sounds
of country music
bleeding hearts
lined up straight down the block
through nashville
blue blood boyfriends
plead the same old wishes
all sent away
but i
can see
the future
in loss
and in this death
there is life
i remember the dying sounds
of country music
pink petunias
worn and frayed
scream delusional
for the city
to go breathe, to get high
to go play
but i
can see
the future
in loss
and in this death
there is life
i remember the dying sounds
of country music
she rode around
on cheap displays
and art mocked her
and business stomped her down
even medicine
said "piss off, clown"
but i
can see
the future
in now
and in this death
there is life
so stop
singing your prairie tunes
put your gut away
we will leave tomorrow
to find some place to stay
be thankful
in this world
bright light
is okay
so stop
being a martyr
for the family
that won't care anyway
be vigilant
in this evil
children still
come out to play
but i
can see
the future
in today
through greasy salmon
pigs tails
and fame
a meat locker
kept
hidden away
scien
tific
boasts make way
design is
a progress
we will hate
design is
a progress
we will hate
leave your gun
in fields
of hay
leave your gun
in fields
of hay
the klieg lights
are not shining
today
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