1. |
elmore
02:59
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me and elmore james
98 and playing grit-n-glass
fill it up
let it pass
he and minnie mae
23 and saying what he can
a jitterbug
a wooden fan
ridin' all alone
jacksonville or jonah goin' blind
fantastic fruit
no rotten rind
everybody knows my voice
nobody knows my face
greening grain of sand
everything is standard pitchin' pride
a whole, a piece
a look inside
you can sell yr name
it's the evolution gaining ground
I can't give up
I can't give up
I can't give up
everybody knows my voice
nobody knows my face
me and elmore james
98 and playing grit-n-glass
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2. |
best
01:21
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hello hello
so long so long
it's a pretty tight fit
when it's the world that's wrong
conflict rats and yr living enough
to miss yr inclination to the usual stuff
meet me in the walls
helium heads don't flood the basement
pissed off ports of call
holidays and my wild amazement
sitting where you left it on a chair
and in the cellophane
lost my keys
oh shit, what now
i'm pestered that the best expected life
allowed
so long so long
please don't touch me
i've got welts already
take me seriously
drink it til yr dead
underground inept
at mildew
meet me in the shed
there's some things
that school can't teach you
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3. |
tired
01:45
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I'm so tired of jesus
I'm so tired of the sun
sick of prophesizing that there isn't any fun
the optimist occasion doesn't wake me up at all
and I always smell a mule trickin' kickin' in yr stall
I'm so tired of Texas
and I've run out of desire
to live inside the nexus of self-righteousness and fire
oily occupation doesn't help me to relax
with everyone around me overprepared for the attack
I'm so tired of politics
the pig-o-crats and pencil dicks
the pat patrician pablum puked
pro rata to our fears
tears are nothing
ears are stuffing
all you hear is toughen up tonight
and let it in
toughen up tonight and let it in
I'm so tired of jesus
and I'm sick of gasoline
and everyone falls to pieces
and nobody knows what I mean
I park inside a hollow
it's so dark it busts my mind
I've got no one to follow
but I always get behind
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4. |
soul
01:47
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talking to a guy
a friend named jack
representative of the heart attack clique
nobody's gonna set him straight
nobody's gonna get where he don't see me
I found a way to live now
standard dogs are laying around
sittin' starin' sittin' on the hollow ground
nobody's gonna feed the flurry
no one's gonna struggle with their parachute
I don't really have a friend named jack
representative of the heart attack clique
nobody's gonna set him straight
nobody's gonna get where he don't see me
I found a way to live now
you've got a soul
that's out of control
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5. |
sapphire
02:13
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half a day is all i have
half a day is all i'll need
there's nothing left but photographs
there's nothing left but tumbleweeds
would you know my soul
if you saw it in grey
looking at the x-ray
everything gold
my heart is just a piece of silver
my heart is just a block of blue
how could there be so many colors
spilled onto the sheet I fold to you
most of us have plenty of time
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6. |
wax and over
03:09
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you think yr being empathic
but yr just being emphatic
you think you love like a hat trick
but yr love is theatricultimately
there's a wrapper
where I used to be
and a loud as hell
but false as fuck
soliloquy
you arm yourself with a matchstick
but yr angle is sapphic
you make a melon of traffic
but yr idea is drastically
of my time
but no friend to me
and a reaching out
that's bleached about
the color of tea
Everybody wants you
to get you right where
they want you
I hope your happiness
haunts you
hope you fall into a
well of hate mail
and your skates fail
and you make bail
with a ride home from
a ghost
we talk about the middle of summer
I see you staring off somewhere
everything you do is a bummer
and moony eyes aside
the party line is arms entwined
a chorus don't ignore us as you melt away we sing into the slump of day
"oh jesus fuck I hope I never become her."
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7. |
beets
01:44
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I don't want to be here anymore
I don't know what I am doing
and the barefoot girls are no longer amusing
and back and forth my toes are bruising
but the purple is a course I'm gonna run
just let me out
I don't want to be here anymore
have you noticed this place is shaped
precisely like a funnel cake
and being here makes me feel twisted and fake
wistful pissed and ready to break
I'm gonna run just let me out
I don't want to be here anymore
longitude and latitude
have sung my shitty attitude
everybody drives like
they wanna wake up dead
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8. |
first and cat
02:54
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I'm a hundred percent intro
and you've always been completely ending
you won't get a mention out of me though
I have revised what I'll be sending
it goes:
I am on the corner
of first and cat
with my hands up where they should be
and I'm crawling on my belly
and I really just need out of the cold
I'm turning 27
or I'm turning 47
and nobody's there
to hold me on my birthday
and I'm hungry
and what else.
I wish you told me that I'd leave you
I went to swim and I hate swimming
the world must have told you I was see-thru
it's a mug of mud and you're what's brimming
I'll tell you
I am in the kitchen
of matter fact
and I want a bike a coffee
a crappy paper cup of library milk
I used to be amazing
or I used to be a maze
and somebody would run through me
on a weekday
and I'm losing
and I'm fading
and my brain should let shit go
when it's 30 below
I'm one hundred percent intro.
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