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For the Record
01:49
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i'm ready for a change of venue,
i'm ready for a new girl
i'm ready to grow up,
but not too much
because i have drank myself silly,
i have drank a bit too much
but i've spent a decade building this tall man,
and i think that i'm more than good enough for anyone
you bitter bitch, you concubine
if you want your say, then stand in line
because i'm gonna get mine
for the first time in my life
i need a new representative,
i need a brand new america
one that knows what's going on around her,
one that actually gives a fuck
because i have screamed myself hoarse,
and i have talked until you got bored
and i try to forget, but it's here, it's now
and it's face it or end up face down
and i've been splitting time between the dashboard
and waking up thirty-seven minutes late
but it seems good, it seems okay
i've met someone and i think that it might be great
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hands, navels and hips
there must be some sort of trick to this
but all of my experiments have failed
waking up like a brick
all fired up on endorphins
slipping out like a mistress,
licking my wounds
and it's rude to stare, but i will for a while
the biggest words that i know
one more tired crescendo
every song i've wrote, i hate
so good morning, me
and good morning, sandusky
now, could we go back to sleep already?
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pump myself full of tennessee whiskey
and peculiar proclivities
to try anything once
i get tired around six-thirty in the morning
light is coming through your doorway
you can see the airborn dust
our muscles and bones, our fingers and toes
good lord, that was close
from powder to fire to smoke
some turn it around and say it out loud,
say, "i like the sound
of sleeping underground"
so-and-so got tired of wiping so-and-so's tears
he's been doing it for years
his car is missing from the driveway
so come on, little brother, screw up your courage and do it
i think you'd be good at it
and i'll be watching from the highway
our muscles and bones, our fingers and toes
good lord, that was close
from powder to fire to smoke
some turn it around and say it out loud,
say, "i like the sound
of sleeping underground"
appalachia, snaggle-toothed peaks
let me die in my sleep
and i'll sing like a canary
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Rattlesnakes (live)
03:28
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i'm up on a sturdy stone ledge
eyes fixed on a pretty majorette
the trumpet's breaking rank,
my body shakes, oh yeah
the make-believe friends i've made
got hands like rattlesnakes
and this whole god damned town reeks like the devil
things are probably gonna come unchained
in the end i'll probably change my name
might have to move away just to escape the grain
i could try to be responsible
you could take it back, you could come on home
i've been feeling like a bastard son
you've been feeling like you're no one
scary things on the tv
god only knows what it'll do to me
you'll believe in anything these days
anything to fill your fists with rage
but in all honesty,
what have you seen
or heard from me?
another muscle torn
hell, i'm tired of metaphors
but this is the only tongue that i can stomach
i wanna hit somebody on their mouth
give me one good reason to stop this now
we've all got open wounds
and things to prove, and lose
i could try to be responsible
you could take it back, you could come on home
i've been feeling like a bastard son
you've been feeling like you're no one
scary things on my tv
god only knows what it'll do to me
you are coloring your hair
and i am probably going nowhere
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broke like a branch on your advance
it was summertime, i shouldn't have
been here for so long
and everything else came in between
when i woke and went back to sleep
and the list goes on and on
hey, i don't see you with dirt on your face
and i cannot find a single place to hide in this state
why don't all my days end in the same place?
walked four miles in the august heat
felt sick as a dog and flat on my feet
and let it end as it may
breath and lipstick, oh my god
i think we've all seen this before:
bodies on display
hey, i don't see you with dirt on your face
and i cannot find a single place to hide in this state
why don't all my days end in the same place?
and you make friends so quick, but the way you act should make them sick
you wanton narcissist, wish i didn't, but i think i get it
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Shangri-La
03:50
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auburn light in shangri-la
the space between the sun and the darker spots
all the days shrink down to scale
your mother always gets you by the end of your tail
now i walk your trail still every day
and i climb the stairs to my bed and wait
i think that you come in sometimes when i sleep
because i can feel you slipping in next to me
you seep in between the blinds
and i feel your skin upon my hide
cigarette smoke in your hair,
emerald sky and your mouth to mine
so i got a little bird and she sings me songs
my fur got fine and my legs grew long
still, i wonder from time to time where you went
i wonder if you're thinking of me now and again
you seep in between the blinds
and i feel your skin upon my hide
cigarette smoke in your hair,
emerald sky and your mouth to mine
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Clavicle
03:04
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when i get older, when you were younger
where do i end, where did you begin?
and who says it's a sin?
i have gravity, you have gravity
i'm turning on my axis, we're somewhat close
but you hover like smoke
and i fall right over
vertigo gets me again
i hold a moment, i let go of it
i quite enjoy the delusion of control
i decide where to go
i have symmetry, you have symmetry
i like the left and the right of your divide;
one clavicle on each side
and i fall right over
vertigo gets me again
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New to Me
02:13
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i've been a hundred miles in every cardinal direction,
looked upon the river and saw my own reflection
i left the keys in the car
and a picture that i drew of your favorite stars
if i were my father, maybe i could read a road map
and maybe i could go more than forward and back
but i will see what can become
of a man and his afflictions when he will not succumb
well, you'd be new to me, though you smile like an old friend
you'd put a new bounce in my step
i've got fuel for this engine yet
because the wars that they're fighting, they're not gonna stop
and the world is the world, so we've got what we've got
so here's my hand
we're gonna make some god damned plans
we'll find a brand new way to do everything,
this shook up world be damned
yeah
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disrepair; wrecking balls dent when they collide
and i don't care for the way the wind blows sometimes
the buckeye state leaks sweat and petrol and everything else
that we create in falling all about ourselves
laughable, you think you're the exception to the rule
and i do, too, i think i'm twice as ripe as you
and senescence comes earlier than you'd expect
but i digress, we're nothing more than pride and sex
long solstice glance, half-hashed out plan
once more, i'm back watching you dance
my weathered peach, you bluish-green
keep my face clean, indian creek
whole wheat bread and song and perfume in your stead
to live again, and to efface my discontent
to tell the truth, i knew the book was overdue
but i eschewed pages i thought might run you through
long solstice glance, half-hashed out plan
once more, i'm back watching you dance
my weathered peach, you bluish-green
keep my face clean, indian creek
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