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Byeyou
05:11
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Flower Frog
01:58
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if i was a flower frog i'd be stonned
if i was a flower frog i'd be stonned
if i were a flower frog i'd be stoned as a river log
if i were a flower frog..
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Bucket & Barmaid
00:51
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as long as Bucket keeps drinkin' & the barmaid keeps singing i can see you flick your cigarette in time, oh my..
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Tape - 3:18:19, 3:08 AM
01:32
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Recluse
01:14
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should i be glad for my lack of friends?
or should i be glad, you never know what they intend
but the truth is it's harder than it looks, kid
being this reclusive everyday's an endless chore
but that's what i prefer
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Martha Be
01:55
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Martha howls & I go on with her
forget my orders from the queen
martha bee, martha be;
all dissonance aside
i'm still here for the ride
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7. |
Get On Ye Bike & Ride
00:35
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the sorrowful slumber of a brand new day
drink up yer rivers while the storm's still wade
get on ye bike & ride
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i heard your mother finally made the trek
i hear you moved in with your best friend
& i chose a roof instead of giving you my loot
now i'm in queens & i ripped out all our roots
for a painter's room
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Bread & Wine
02:47
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i'm sorry neighbor if i freaked you out
with my mom's SUV parked in front of your house
& i apologize lover if i made you blue
oh i meant nothing other than to get close to you.
keeping an eye on the corporate flies, better know a damn good alibi
cuz these days its so hard to find, friendships built on bread & wine.
& i feel like my mother when my body is broke & i said i'd come over
but i probably won't & i seem like my father whenever i'm lost
& i'm sure gonna miss ya when they put me on the cross
& i sold a book to the mother of Van Zandt & the things that i should do well i probably can't.
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Keen 1
00:54
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you keep my doodles on paper bags
keep me safe & i'll supply the cigarettes
oo i'm a keen one for sure
i can tell what you're saying without words
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Lil Loon
00:46
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Lil Loon, I run off with a writer, still call my mother when i'm feeling well
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Eugenia
01:39
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when you're busy i wait for you to not be
when it's fine i call you all the time
eugenia you're the one for me
eugenia i want you to see
the skies aren't the same when you're not around
you bring the rain you bring my crown
but eugenia you're so lovely it makes me giddy
when you're busy i wait for you to not be
when it's fine i call you all the time
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Gypsy Band in a Caravan
01:33
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there's a gypsy band in a caravan & they're riding the state lines
i was right there in the middle with a penny & a fiddle just trying to pay my fines & Mississippi don't look so lonely; you ain't abandoned yet, i have traveled oh so lonely just to wait on your steps.
& the thick spray paint from the drummer's case it blackened out my eyes
as i went to space with a certain face that i almost recognized
& don't take it so bad you were cruel from the start
i can take another broken heart
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Christmas Party
02:07
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is there a quieter place we can croon?
cause the only words i can cough up are "where's the restroom?"
ain't it a shame how it's all just a card you play
it'd be a different circumstance
had i said yes when you asked me to dance
but i don't wanta be a burden or ask anything you don't care to give
i just wanta be, i'd just like to be your friend
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16. |
Went to See the Guru
02:09
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well i was born fast, hit the ground running
everybody laughs when i say something but i'm not trying to be that funny
whataya make of that my honey?
went to see the guru he had a spell to tell
it might've been my birthday if i knew myself that well
but i got along with the moss & the stone
found myself feeling right at home.
well i was born fast hit the ground runnning
everybody laughs when i say something but i'm not trying to be that funny
what doya make of that my honey?
went to see the painter living in a box of paints
singing joni mitchell with blood on my face
& i got along just fine with the hobos & the crime tell me what you want & i'll pay it no mind.
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Not Smother
02:01
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i'm just trying to breathe, not smother
just last week i woke up next to someone's mother
i'm just trying to be clean even undercover
a life on the road revoked my role as a brother
more like a shitty tenant worthy of eviction
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18. |
Mexico City Blues
03:08
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i can't look at you in too much light
friend of a friend, friend of mine
don't take it too bad, it's nothing you've done
you just remind me of someone. & that is why
if there's too much light, i'll close my eyes.
that county judge don't know what i've done,
neither does my wife or at least she once was
& although my neighbour does for he sold me the stuff
that confused my lonely eyes & made my nose run
& that county judge in his handsome stone robe better leave me the fuck alone.
they took mexico city & burned it to the ground
the trailer parks seem empty now that ophelia's not around
her dressing maids still plead, they kneel & beg
someone's got to put these soldiers to bed
now that this ancient city is resolved to ash & red
it belongs to the dead.
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14 Hours
00:50
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i've got enough gas in my car to get to jeni's & that's probably it
i'm talking to myself on somebody else's porch, shit
i've got a long way to go, 14 hours to be exact
so if you see me on my way send a smile i'll be needing that.
i keep stomping on eggshells when i try & sneak out from these hardnail authorities & impossible doubts now that sister's got her wife..
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Martha Howls
01:42
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Wingman Swingman
02:38
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if you need a wingman i'll be right there, man
bottle in hand, man, throwing money for gas
we'll drive the truck to new orleans, get really drunk &
stay in motels trade our liquor for cash
& old man jesse in a bus stand
boy, he can smell the rain
sad cafe women dance sour
man from missouri, bird from spain
my heart's like some poor strung junk, i'm on LSD
followed by the realization that i like you, punk
can i trade my drugs for your company?
cause if reality's this cheap or freedom's just a blink of an eye
or some man made screen,
then i'd prefer to be like a flower picked ripe from a night terror,
delicacies & willpower & all these human tech schemes..
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Patty Hurst & billy the kid were riding with Sylvia Plath
trick myself with this primitive - how long can this interstate last?
Noel like the christmas tune though her husband's slim & bruised
& Aura the maid with her fox ears & braids clearly she's got the blues
it's all a game they beg me to play, at least i think, i'm confused
& i don't want to, but i've got to..
the homeless hobo ether wanderer with tinker sailor dawn they sleep like shit on the couches they surf but everyone's amused 'fore it's done.
& the last flower i picked, picked at me back & now's a thorn down my shirt, i don't want you but i've got you.
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Snoozin'
00:51
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everybody talks & everybody snoozes
everybody wins & everybody loses
you don't have to try you don't have to try it with me
we can see the bugs & the birds & the bees
we can see the flowrrs & the humble trees
you don't have to try you don't have to try with me
if i had the chance to do it all again oh if i had the right well if i could then i might but everybody talks
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24. |
We
03:31
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as i'm gettin older & more goes through my ears
i realize i say things that nobody hears
& as i'm getting older my eyes open & close
everyday i find out again i'm all alone
cause everyone's too wrapped up inside their own heads
making plans where they're going next
the things i say aren't well received in fact
they're not acknowledged at all it's like no one can see me
& i'm on this porch it's unfamiliar feelin really weird highly peculiar
i wish i was at aspen's hanging out with lauren
i wish i was alone
i wish i was alone
it's not that i'm dependent on anyone else to get my kicks off for me
i just like you better than someone else & you're really kind
you brought me coffee this afternoon at your work
you waved at me slightly when i was leaving the room, that'll work
you don't have to make a scene
you don't have to be obscene
this doesn't have to be a thing
just stay with you & i'll stay with me
but please stay with you & i'll stay with me & one day it could be called a we
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Reclusive
01:20
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If you take a step, I will make you sure
That you take the next
If you tell a lie, I'll just nod my head
Yeah, I'll let it slide
'Cause you woke me up
And there's birds outside, and I still feel drunk
But I'm glad you did, 'cause last night
You weren't making that much sense
You said you wanna die
Now you say you wanna live
You said you loved me after forty five minutes
If this is all a game can you just say it is?
I'll do it anyway, so it makes no difference
We should order up
Wash the wine out of the coffee cup
They got bread and fruit, there's probably
Not much else for you
We can lay around, you can kiss me
'Til the maids come kick us out
It's eleven now so make every second count
But back in New York they can't ever find this out
There are things we do, that we're really not allowed
We can say anything but we just can't say it loud
I hope you always find someone to take you home
To put you into bed, kiss your cheek and check your pulse
Make sure you're still breathing with their hand up to your nose
I wish that could be me but it's just not possible
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