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Red Palomino
04:10
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Oh, let's get lost & let the blind lead the blind
When skin exhausts & the remainder of time
Is uphill, sweet, & quicker than light
If nice will get you nowhere
Then why don't you try turning up the spite
Try to break this horse
Yeah maybe give up the ghost
Orion was dead wrong
Sky wasn't pinpricks, but shot full of holes
The month was June & the air raid warnings woke up
In a glorious mood with the trains overhead
Let the gods wake the dead
It moves right in
To the west there's a storm and it's just taken form again
Try to catch this horse
Yeah maybe ride it out
You listened to the pillars, lushes, lakeside rushing -love you,
but I'm on safer ground
Try to tame this horse
Try to tame this horse
Try to tame this horse
Try to tame this horse
Try to take this horse
Yeah maybe she'll come around
Orion was dead wrong
Run until all the fences are down
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High Co.
05:06
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Some day he'll spin back my way
Dark hair, mute shoulders & we're both scared
And I was stoned among the fossils of all the earth's apostles
And a thinly veiled ploy wouldn't see it to last the night
Elegantly on your toes
It's rather rudimentary but that's the way love goes
Can we spit it out so contrarily?
She thinks that it's enough to keep the whole world from narrowing
Oh yeah the city can wait until the draft elects to take me
And we'll try to erase all the girls that we replace in our sleep
And I was stoned along The Dead Sea with all the quiet they'd left me
And I was sure, yeah I was sure Verdana is where we'd be
Absolutely swine to pearls
Stopped dead in the race to see her unfurl
They console themselves with a meaningless tryst
Here's to the dentist, the sadist, the sloth, and the satanist
Some day he'll spin back my way
Dark hair, mute shoulders & we're both scared
And I was stoned among the fossils of all the earth's apostles &
A thinly veiled ploy wouldn't see it to last the night
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I have the evil you have the mindset
We could put them both together or we could keep them separate
I was 26, had nothing but the plan
Too busy with the pages & impatience of a younger man
Will houses down in the usury for anything so-so
Pulled teeth, threw them in a vault & made them neat
The distemper, we're certain, depletes
Third-class musicians with a secondhand religion
were first on the scene to announce another cataclysm
We were twenty-something, the demise of all the nations
is all we'd hoped to see before we started the eradication
Let's go out
The infirmary is only a stone's throw
Capsized
The sedatives will bring us to our sides
And the bleak banter expounds while the halos & the headaches had it out
We're too, too into ourselves
Poor sleep
Sophisticates will bring us to our knees
And the empire's been stripped
The royalty was misinformed & citizens were ill-equipped
There's no future here, let's make this quick
For anything so-so
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4. |
Canada
03:14
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She takes her longboard up to Lattimore & turns it back on me
She's out of her head, yeah we can stay friends & she'll fix it in a wink
And it feels so damned enjoyable
Will somebody shock me!?
Dead like metal
90% mental to me
It's more than you could ignore
Yeah I know a street & the neighbors don't sleep, yeah the cat got their tongue
And they all look so damn familiar
Will somebody shock me!?
This one goes to Lauren & all the ones before her & all the ones before her
This one is for Lauren & all the ones before her in incandescent corners
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5. |
Calmunism
02:56
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Balmy & unhappy
She suspected it for quite some time
And we could have meaningless sex with all our exes
Or crawl back to the one that left you behind
But there's no point in breaking her down
But there's no point in breaking her down
And it just don't stop 'cause you're driving
Then it's get up, go to work, then go to bed
Entire generations lost to the meds
And if nothing changes between he & you
Then why did he jump the shark & fly home too soon?
But there's no point in breaking it down
But there's no point in breaking it down
There's been a lot of backsliding
I've seen a lot of backstepping
But there's no point in breaking it down
There's no point in breaking down
But there's no point in breaking down
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6. |
Gusto
01:35
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Please take the edge off & send an indexical print
Over the airwaves in a sepia tint
Maybe I'll fall asleep while watching TV
I could use the words but it's hit-or-miss if we get touchy
Just a drone to the hive but for a piece of the queen
I guess you're pleased
With the sleep-talk disease
And indifference to the matter
But I can make it happen faster
What happened to the good ol' days of calling every shot?
I dig your moxie but your interest is as real as a prop
All of the synapses & relapses are set to repeat
Can anyone make it stop?
Then back to business as unusual is usually best
Waiting for paintings to cure that were inspired by stress
You're kind of quiet You're really clean
Love in a riot at the hint of a need
It's pretty constant, the wheel's already turning
The ballroom is packed
Yeah we're bringing the guillotine back
I shouldn't spell it out for her
But I know we go well together
Go like thieves together
Run like thieves together
Go like thieves together
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7. |
Black Valley Fight
02:53
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Beat scene, the novelty's wearing off
Blowin' steam, they've probably had enough
He's here to warn you: "Come Sunday there will be hell to pay!"
Bleached target, there's a lynching coming your way
And this is the time that we show aggression
if anyone's thinking of messing around with the likes of us
Last push
The colony's breaking apart
One look
Could somebody count us to start?!
Sisyphus was resting, then he came back down from Black Valley Hill
Got a new thing
Yeah we call it the attrition of will
And this is the time that we get excited
if anyone's thinking of fleeing or fighting the likes of us
Shout and simmer
Steeped in piss & vinegar
"I don' think there's a docket at the end of this life!"
It's just our oppression that comes without confession
& it makes itself apparent at a Black Valley fight
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8. |
Lowly
04:27
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I'm not ready to start losing my touch & keep things in perspective
Wait it out
There's no end for attacks, we've pushed our backs against it
It's too close to be such a relic in the time of evangelists
We'll cauterize the things we've learned
Hope we get what we deserve - but then - but then
You'll find it's harder than it looks
It's harder than it looks
Life's been stale
But it's probably best that I know it will leave me someday
You call me kid
We've got nothing to do
I've got nothing to prove to you
It's a new low
The pursuit of sensations is a source of frustration to me
We'll take them by surprise to keep their guesses up
Oh they'll complain
"We didn't ask for this"
But no one does
Nobody ever does
Don't think I'm inclined to take your shit
There's no one around willing to put up with it
Pick out some new clothes & a place to resurrect
That rosary that you could hang from your neck
Hang from your neck
Hang from your neck
Hang from your neck
You could hang from your neck
You could hang from your neck
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9. |
Minx
05:03
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Well you know Jack the Ripper
They say he's a pretty good kisser
And the tungsten in the parlor
Couldn't save them from the caller
And the problem with him leaving was the pieces he was needing
They fit so well in collections
That he left in a will with faulty directions...
...but don't kill messengers
They're only giving second wind to the scavengers
Well I broke one's heart & the other
Was a warm body on the cold side of the bed & the next one played guitar
We ended up estranged but we started off as friends & the last one was a wreck
Had me pacing the lot on the count it was a hex & I was sleeping in the stacks
You can fall in love with songs but they will never love you back...
...and I don't take news well
The moment's always fleeting and the misery's a beating on the cells
...but I don't take news well
The moment's always fleeting and the misery's a beating on the cells
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10. |
Both Hands Out
04:34
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Say now
Don't take it easy. I'm not that easy. Or maybe I am.
En-your-garde
We've lived a lifetime in a matter of years
I'm always singing in your ear
I could try to be in tune, but I hate to impress you
And it takes it out of me, it takes it out of me, it takes it out of me, it takes it out of me
This wind-strewn life is out of gales
The commuting starts and stops in swells
Oh, don't grow up to be your sister
I know every family has a spinster
Atrophied her insides on catchpenny wine
that she picked up while you carted her around
Catches up on the gossip
They're three bickering faucets waiting for the opportunity to quip
Hands out, just like they were
They're usually not stationary
Could be the lack of excitement
Oh, don't forget your dictionary
Held down
Anesthetize me
On a steady drip of nicotine & antiquated vaccinations
And I lost autonomy, I lost autonomy, I lost autonomy, I lost autonomy
They're taxing up my dues
Then they'll dress me in Kevlar & rouge
Oh, the site is indelibly etched on the eyelids where the morning never stretched
Lost count of every mile that we've burned
To the mindless Mecca everyone returns
Listlessly said, "Does your unmade bed do the bulk of all your talking"
All your talking
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11. |
Get To 16
03:38
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I've got the Xanax, I've got the Jack, I've got a long winter ahead
Can't get my baby to come back
I've got my fleece, I'll hit the streets, I've got a new life on lease
But it feels like a leash
Seven days of church, seven nights of group, seven weeks of slinking along but you know there's still five days of work
Yeah, there's five days of work
So c'mon!
Who would want you now like I wanted you then?
Don't let shoulders grow up and over your head
It's days like these
It's days like this
Well let's switch
She's going for the jugular it couldn't get much uglier than this
Baby's got a snaggletooth bight
Give me shagreen, give me chagrined
Give me that vapid stare & a warm glass of gin
There goes my feet, there goes my legs, there goes the money well spent in a therapist's bed
Seven hours shredding, seven minutes dreading, seven seconds finding the chords but you know there's still one day in court
Yeah, there's one day in court
So c'mon!
Who will want me now like I wanted you then?
Don't let shoulders grow up and over your head
It's days like these
It's days like this
Well let's switch
She's going for the jugular it couldn't get much uglier than this
We're all butterflies & bees stuck in the roof of your mouth
Cast the white gold to the sea
And we're swallowed up to sully
I've got the Xanax, I've got the Jack, I've got a long winter ahead
Can't get my baby to come back
I've got my fleece, I'll hit the streets, I've got a new life on lease
But it feels like a leash
Seven days of church, seven nights of group, seven weeks of slinking along but you know there's still five days of work
Yeah, there's five days of work
So c'mon!
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12. |
Pistols
03:54
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I'm giving up Lent for Lent
I pass out the strychnine, if you cough up the rent
Oh say they'll stay transfixed & bewitched
There's a tick from the clock that's attached to the bombs that we made
I'll stand culled at the ends of the earth
Throwing all my worth to the wolves
And I know where things might hinge but I don't have the sparks to burn this bridge
Bodies lie still on the carpet
There's not much a view from a second story apartment
Oh I, I'm nauseous again
I'm half-cocked & grinning, yeah I'm bleached by the sun
And I can't stop staring
I'll burn bright like a powder keg in a powder keg
And if it doesn't ignite then bring your pistols
Make them sing like pitbulls
Let's meet them head on, & when every window breaks
I want to hear the sound that it makes
And if the calvary's stalled
Then bring your shotguns, 'cause you know we're the last ones
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13. |
Chambers Full of Tracers
02:18
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Trying on her mother's wedding dress
Hand-me-downs don't fit so well
Got a motel room & a Gideon
Got a .45 & a senseless virgin
...and no one's going to need you like I need you to scream
Her father has the preacher's seat & knows
just where the deacons drink & they know everything
Eve's first failure on everybody's mind, guess I'll be William Tell
Got some Old Crow & some time to kill
Got a place in mind at the old landfill
...but no one's going to need you like I need you to bleed
Her uncles have the county seats & know
just where the cops all drink & they'll shoot anything
And the town square is surrounded
by the barricades that used to deviate the lanes
Now it's a killing field where blood makes the grass grow
to cover up what time had to conceal
Empty the chambers & watch those tracers find a place where they can rest
Make sure she's buried in that dress
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14. |
Slum, Alaska
04:57
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A cottonmouth on sleeker streets
Hammers on the heads of the salt of the earth
You never thought they'd make it this far
Word travels faster than floods nowadays
Well maybe they were right as rain
Accustomed to snowdrifts, brimstone, homesteaders steadying homes
The magazines are empty
Mothers ring out, pushing their daughters from Amsterdam
Buried their sons next to their fathers in a hastily drawn sunrise mass
Where Bachelor Buttons abound, but wear thin from constancy
Superlatives tethered to the hegemonic, and demonic, sneaks in an ominous throw
You wanted to be in the know
The gifted and litigious bulletproof their interests
shored against the newest crisis: inadequate land
They've pulled the wool, the rugs, the stops and this time
We can't afford to take latches & leaches to lap up the last of our preachers
Ice shelves calve & greet the Atlantic
Hung our heads in towns built on the mind of a slipshod mechanic
Mothers ring out, pushing their daughters from Amsterdam
Buried their sons next to their fathers in a hastily drawn sunrise mass
Bachelor Buttons abound here, but wear thin from constancy
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