1. |
Pine Weevil
04:22
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oh to sit so sweet
on the mill side porch with the
pine weevils
and cypress beetles
but each day i'm born again to you
heat on the breath from an oaken barrel
small talk shouldn't be so sterile
bozhe moi
petit mal
you only drink mezcal
[gnarly lil instrumental bit]
as i walk by
dogs in the night
time
croon
im just some guy
coy, dumb
motherfucker
howling
at the
moon
in the mornings
im too tired to really care
but say i do
i come through for you
in the mornings
im too tired to really care
but say i do
i come through for you
a dom o' voi
in yer backroom
clicks its teeth,
runs from vacuums,
wary
of the looks youre settin free
can it sense
the nerves
can it feel
the steel
bending so
does it want me to go
oh it can sense im nervous
it can sense im nervous
you can sense im nervous
it can sense
holy shit
self-described nice guy
callous, dumb
motherfucker
sittin' in his room
in the mornings
im too tired to really care
but say i do
i come through for you
in the mornings
im too tired to really care
but say i do
i come through for you
ya get what ya want sometimes
( ya get what ya want sometimes )
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2. |
Your Favorite Band
03:07
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a cigarette in an ashtray, maybe
zeppelin IV on the decks
your eyes like tiffany diamonds
pretty expensive and im drownin in debt
i wanna be your favorite band
be your man
build a little home
hold a little hand
ya got me flying domestic, sweetheart
on my white picket shit
i like your lipstick
on my collar
when i
leave in the mornin'
been feeling better
sipping whiskey in a mustard sweater
i wanna watch you make your art
fall apart
hit the fan
scrape up all the shrimp and refill the pan
grab a tennis ball
chuck it at the fire alarm
did our best okay lets rest
[lil guitar/violin adventure]
i wanna be your favorite band
so goddamn bad
i'm mad
you'll have to catch me on the B side, baby
my word
put me back in the herd
still want your lipstick
on my collar
when i
leave in the morning
been feelin' better
sipping whiskey in a mustard sweater
sipping whiskey in a mustard sweater
sipping whiskey in a mustard sweater
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3. |
Dust Bunny
04:12
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coins in the pocket
head in the clouds
such a marvelous sound
take that walk in the park
wearin one of those dumb headlamps
scared of the dark
then ring the alarm again
head to the farm again
then tick tick tick
now the rent's paid
and the flat's clean
in the midday
in the sunbeams
in the kitchen
by the window feeling
a little okay but a little unsure
where you're heading
where the time goes
are you happy
who the hell knows
so productive
needs work spot
a dust bun
sweep it up and then you're done for the day
and there you are
look at this
such a fine line to miss
the cardio
and the bliss
a 24 carrot stick
in the garden what do you grow
are you reaping all that you sow
in your ski gear missing the snow
buying snacks while your missing the show
set the alarm again
head to the farm again
then tick tick tick
now the rent's paid
and the flat's clean
in the midday
in the sunbeams
in the kitchen
by the window feeling
a little okay but a little unsure
where you're heading
where the time goes
are you happy
who the hell knows
so productive
needs work spot
a dust bun
sweep it up and then you're done for the day
there you are
what'd ya miss
a bar fight and an ill-advised kiss
that could fetch a ncie price at the market
placed in the new car can't wait to park it
and oh god
when did the night fall
spent sunset sitting on a phone call
freaked out by the thought of forever ending
coulda spent less time tending
to the alarm again
head to the farm again
then tick tick tick tick
now the rent's paid
and the flat's clean
in the midday
in the sunbeams
in the kitchen
by the window feelin
a little okay, but a little unsure
where your head's at
where the time goes
are you happy
who the hell knows
so productive
needs work spot
a dust bun sweep it up and then you're done
now the backyard
with the sunscreen
in the midday
fighting sunbeams
let the dog out
watch the grass grow
feeling a little okay but a little unsure
where you're heading
where the time goes
are you happy
how should I know
so productive
needs work
spot
a dust bunny sweep it up and then you're done for the day
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4. |
Rubber Ball
02:54
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sink a little a deeper, frequent sleeper
been running like a freight train to your bed
head to the wall
would that i could be a rubber ball
but i'm not
just a series of last shots
kill my time
sing to me your sweetest rhyme
feelin' fine
eating some cheese and sipping wine
i may wait a bit
to come down off this vine
drift a little further, deep sea surfer
i'm paddling out but getting tired
torn by it all
seems like a dream of a paper doll
but its not
just a series of last shots
kill my time
sing to me your sweetest rhyme
feelin' fine
eating some cheese and sniffing wine
i can wait a bit
to come down from this vine
[cute lil noodle solo]
come a little closer, score composer
your melody's stuck inside my head
it rings through the halls
flies like a bird up along the walls
and its caught
in a series of last shots
and its caught
in a series of last shots
and its caught
in a series of last shots
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5. |
Oh, Dakota!
03:28
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over here winter's easy and the summer is fine
i'm getting too damn soft
no room to stretch
no air to breathe
just the comfort of my loft
the traffic lights that shine on me say "hey man time to go"
or i can keep betting it'll pay off soon
and see what the concrete knows
oh, dakota
i'm comin' round the bend
oh dakota
seems the city ain't my friend
the lights stay on but its dark as hell
and i miss the mist of a river's swell
oh, dakota
i'm comin round the bend
oh, dakota
i'm comin home again
leave the golden grey
for a greener land
tear the promise up
with a calloused hand
feral at heart
let the shelter fall apart
tell momma i'm coming
tell my daddy i'm home
tell my boss best bets on the rotary phone
a simpler life
that's what calls to me
to hear the crickets chirp
and the wagons roll
i wanna stake my claim
stay in control
a simpler life
that's what calls to me
oh, dakota
i'm comin round the bend
oh, dakota
seems the city ain't my friend
the lights stay on but its dark as hell
and i miss the ringin' of my church's bell
oh, dakota
i'm comin round the bend
oh, dakota
i'm comin home again
oh, dakota
i just fell apart
oh, dakota
i don't play to win
just wanna leave behind this great big life of sin
oh, dakota
oh, dakota
i'm comin home
i'm comin home
i'm comin home
i'm comin home*
oh, dakota
i just fall apart
oh, dakota
i need a new start
the lights stay bright
but it all feels wrong
im headin' to the woods where i belong
oh, dakota
i'm comin' round the bend
*(lol we get it ur comin home)
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6. |
Shale
02:59
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i got out of bed and my bag was packed
i was ready to leave last night
when every word spoken's like a heart attack
you stop wanting to put up a fight
a cactus has thorns for a reason*
gotta keep those desert critters at bay
collect the resources you're needin
and make it through another day
lit a quick pack in the back of my truck
just couldn't put the key in all the way
my reds ran out like a red sea parting
up in smoke now moses lead me astray
a body's got a head for a reason
gotta keep the heart from beatin' too fast
recognize the traffic beeping
turn the ignition and get out of the past
a subtle accusation of treason
shale cracked good for the gas
what can i say other than "hey i'm leavin
thanks for nothing i had such a blast"
repeating words 'til they lose their meaning
suffering and spending cash
doing dumb shit to get over it
praying that it doesn't last
*i know cacti have needles not thorns but needles sounded dumb if u dont like it go write ur botanist about it
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7. |
Juniper
03:41
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pocketing loose nails
gripping the handrails
holding a bloody brick
hanging up pictures
checking the time
tick tick tick
body's in the basement
the linen so fragrant
juniper, rose, and bleach
get it together
picking up the kitchen when the dinner guest leaves
washin every dish but cant rid of the grease
the dead dont dig
and i can still bury
the outfits
the shouting
the gold-plated fountain
the secrets we hide
holding my hand as planned, now
don't raise a single eyebrow
spending sprees
lending trees
overdraft fees
please!
send your best man
to collect
it went away with a shovel to the neck
well, after a second or four
on the flooooooooooooor
got no problems, anymore
oooo sha la la ooooo
[some guitar action]
paying for vices
naming our prices
priceless
only ever after whats in front of us
keep it together
sitting in the dark just trying to keep it sedate
gassing up a white-ish car with out of state plates
the dead dont dig
and i can still bury
its happened before
a knock at the door
it went away with a shovel to the neck
well, after a second or four
on the floor
got no problems anymore
i never know what's happening next
hell, maybe im a broken man
what's the plan
want no problems anymore
ooooo wadda we do now
now the cops are talking
but there's no stoppin
debt as far as i can see
momma i wont mess
with the IRS
unless they mess with me
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8. |
Arby's: The Musical
03:01
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you speak to me honestly
i see that
and just when i fall asleep
you reach out
and i put my boots on to go and buy cigarettes
at the strip mall
and I
saw a shooting star
smash into an arby's
am i alright?
well, you know...
if i'm not it doesn't show
and i kick back
take it slow
just jacuzzis and the snow
am i alright?
i think so!
if i'm not it doesn't show
and i tic-tac
NEVER toe
just jacuzzis and the snow
you speak to me honestly
i see that
but you never promise me
i need that
oh i should have known
(you could still show me)
how could i have
(you could still prove me wrong)
how could i have
am i alright?
well you know
if i'm not it doesnt show
and i kick back
take it slow
just jacuzzis and the snow
am i alright?
i think so!
if i'm not it doesn't show
and i tic-tac
never toe
just jacuzzis and the snow
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9. |
Stroll Through
03:52
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i'm plugged in
i'm deeply wired
half sleep deprived half never tired
been chewing hemlock
still spitting green but
she's the best thing that i've ever seen
dont cha settle down for me
sun shinin' through the window but i don't feel so
burdened to the window i see
tapping on the glass still i dont feel so free
open up the doors and let me stroll through
always elegant in phrase, just ~convalesce~ beside you
when i'm reaching for the morning
when im swimming back ashore
always dwelling on whats out there
always wanting more
[guitar chunk]
im ready for the fall
come take it all
my hair's done up in knots
and i let happen
i felt the pull of something greater
am i the smallest man alive?
i string along, i wait 'til later
i sing a song and i survive
i feel the pull of something greater
i am the strongest man alive
im ready for the fall
its bound to happen
you're keeping perfect time
and im just snapping
open up the doors and let me stroll through
always elegant in phrase, just convalesce beside you
when im reaching for the mornin
when im swimming back ashore
always dwelling on what's out there
always wanting more
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10. |
First Home (Good Enough)
02:23
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*lil cricks chirpin away*
on a warm june night
your head against my chest
in the best way
by the water south of williston
as the osprey dives
we arrive
and you say, "can we stay?"
on a warm june night
you say, "let's just rest"
as the osprey dives
we arrive
and you say, "can we stay?"
[strangs]
and you say, "can we stay?"
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