1. |
69 All Night
02:32
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I fucked your grandma
In church last night
She says it's her last supper
So it's alright
I was cruising
In her back roads
A little cobwebs
But that's what a dick's for
She says she's got non of them STD's
Cause they test them at the nursing home
So that's a win
I already feel bad cuz I already fucked
Your mom and dad, your sister's next
We 69'd all night
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2. |
Moss Creek
02:45
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I would love to hit the river
but I’m already swamped
Can’t find the time
to see those friends of mine
I would love to see you again
But my contacts all dried up
Can’t find the time
To fit you in my life
Or do I shut myself away
A cockatoo in an unlocked cage
Let all the minutes ooze through the cracks
And watch them turn to the past
İi would love to hit the river
but im already swamped
can’t find the time
To fit you in my life
I would love to see you again
But my contacts all dried up
Can’t find the time
To see those friends of mine
Or do I shut myself away
A cockatoo in an unlocked cage
Let all the minutes ooze through the cracks
And watch them turn to the past
Or do I shut myself away
A cockatoo in an unlocked cage
Let all the minutes ooze through the cracks
And watch them turn to the past
And watch them turn to the past
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3. |
Thru the Window
04:20
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When it’s no fun to do what we’re doin
Why do we keep doin it
Seems misery loves dragging us down to her depths
If the front and back are locked, I guess we’re going thru the window
Every lesson I learned I’ve been sure to quickly forget
Every time there are loose ends
Feels like we’ve lived this day before
Compressed tween the ceiling and the floor
If we get the money back I’m not sure what more we can ask for
Every time there are loose ends
Sick at the thought of tasting another lover’s cooking
Vibrant nightmares of waking up in someone else’s bed
Breaking hearts is a cruel way to demand attention
Love the sound of our voice when we say what we already said
Every time there are loose ends
Feels like I’ve lived this day before
Compressed between the ceiling and the floor
if we got our money back I'm not sure what else we could ask for
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4. |
No Reason for It
05:21
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Chain wrapped around my neck
Dragging through the doldrums
Desperation
Desperation as is crying
Writing on windows, closing your eyelids
Prozac means sleepiness and dizziness
No reason
No reason for it
Celebration is emancipation
Bike riding can be patient
Leave the oven door open to prevent a hanging
Say you're sorry but don't mean it
Burn a rosary, sing plastic jesus
sing plastic jesus, sing plastic jesus
Burn a rosary, sing plastic jesus
sing plastic jesus, sing
No reason
No reason for it
Try to add it up, try to make it even
Try to close the tab before you lose count drinking
Try to make it sensical against all odds
Impossible to see through all the mirrors and facades
No reason for it
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5. |
Plastic Forearm
03:16
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I love my Plastic Forearm
I hate my Plastic Forearm
Billy's hands outstretched to reach his favorite 5G ray
He's trying to get service to his handheld acne brain
When his fingers lock like deadbolts, his skin polypropylene
And his face stared back at him from an empty blank screen
He looked at the others on the street
They were all just looking down
At their very own Plastic Forearm
I love my Plastic Forearm
The cool kids say scoliosis is a right of passage
Being terminally online's never been such an asset
But is worth Billy's baddest bone just to send a message
He looked at the others on the street
They were all just looking down
At their very own Plastic Forearm
Go and walk your dog
Take a friend to eat
Walk around your yard
With nothing on your feet
Go and kick a can, skip rocks on a lake
Sit on the phone, but make no mistake
You're wasting precious time
Love wasting precious time
There's always an out to find
You should've seen his fucking face this time
I love my Plastic Forearm
I hate my Plastic Forearm
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6. |
Guitar Thief
04:10
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When the feedback still pierces the room
The lights are low and the amps hum with the soft glow of electric tube
While you go enjoy that post-set cigarette by the car
I hope she steals your guitar
When the baby hairs on the back of your neck
Stand up at the mere prospect of fucking aren’t you lucky
While we flirt your gear lied vulnerable in your 1997 hatch back
I hope she steals your guitar
Time collapses
Here we stand
You breathe out
Where I end you begin
When the headliner can’t remember our names
It won’t pierce an ego so callous so vain I’ll feel no shame
In the morning when I wake up with a mouth of sand and head full of tar
I hope she steals my guitar
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7. |
Religion of Spills
03:45
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Well I got myself a whole pint of Jack
I like to sit down and forget the past
If I think too straight, it'll drive me mad
You haven't seen it all until you've seen it all
Don't lie about the truth it'll break your soul
I kiss my ring for my wife, she don't like me but she sticks by
Hold 'em high
Hold 'em low
Catch 'em right before they grow
Will the circle be unbroken finally
Will the circle be unbroken finally
Breathing of understanding
Dawn is always the brightest
My clothes on my back seems to be all who I am
I can't lie still my shotgun will spill
Pour a cup of coffee, drink it with soil
To grow a whole aisle, figure out where the register is
Hold 'em high
Hold 'em low
Catch 'em right before they grow
Will the circle be unbroken finally
Will the circle be unbroken finally
Rejoice and see what happens next
Rejoice with me my darling,
Rejoice with me and see what happens next
What happens next? Rejoice
Will the circle be unbroken finally
Will the circle be unbroken finally
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8. |
Cowgirl Blooze
03:41
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These cowgirls are drinking too much whiskey
and not enough water
If they’ve got somebody kind and warm at home
They must’ve forgot her
Hours melt to days, familiar conversation
treads the same path
Over and over again
She tells him don’t stop keep his eyes on hers locked all her favorite songs end on the same verse that they begin
These cowgirls will write you a love song without thinkin
The only time you’ll trust a word they say is when they’re singing
Knowin that your door is always open they’ll excuse themselves
Inside out and outside in again
They’ll mosey any day best watch what you say your last words to them will get twisted into a refrain
All of my nightmares they keep on coming true
Cuz baby when I close my eyes the only thing I dream of is you
No matter how much I shake my ass I can’t
Seem to shake on past these cowgirl blues
These cowgirls are tracing a line from my throat to my breasts to my belly to my 🔫
The band is missing all the right notes
Regulars gone rowdy
Yea she comes here often smokin reds out on the back porch laughing
Over and over again
She tells him don’t stop keep his eyes on hers locked all her favorite songs end on the same verse that they
All of my nightmares they keep on coming true
Cuz baby when I close my eyes the only thing I dream of is you
No matter how much I shake my ass I can’t
Seem to shake on past these cowgirl blues
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9. |
Bird Jaguar the Great
05:05
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Bird Jaguar the Great
Was too stoned and weird to
Stop and buy a favor for the house party
Snacks and drinks for all her friends
No one was surprised
Still we are so grateful
For her calming presence
Her laughter a golden inflorescence reaching
40,00 feet in the air
What are you doin up there?
Is there room in the sky for the birds in the breeze if we can’t see them?
What a treat to eat
What a treat to drink
What a treat to breathe in the air
He vapes on a plane and sets off the alarm
Ruling over vast
Swaths of heaven and earth
Paternal shame still drives her compulsion
A federal agent arrests them at his earliest convenience
40,00 feet in the air
What are you doin up there?
Is there room in the sky for the birds in the breeze if we can’t see them?
If we can't see them, if we can't see them floating around
Define the either from the substance, tell the fore from the background
We'll lose all sense of direction, we'll lose the spoils of what we're owed
We'll take what we need without asking, we'll piss in the watering hole
Even if we get our shit together, and find some good paying jobs
There’ll be no dignity in our labor, no skin left binding our jaw
See when Bird Jaguar the Great carved the heart out of my chest
She didn't do it for fame or profit
She was only doing what we all knew was best
She was the queen of the season
Whoever you are, I want to listen
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10. |
Odds & Ends
04:19
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I am a googly eye
I am a battery that's gone up and died
I am a tube of glitter glue that's long since gone bone dry
I am a paperclip
I am a dirty old sticker that doesn't even stick
I am a bootleg Lego man that's been amputated at the neck
And all my friends are just as strange
We've all got funny names
All us odds and ends we stick together
I am a wrinkled, defeated, snot ragged scratch off
I'm a '56 wheat penny that got scraped off the sidewalk
I am the golden medallion of a once participating Miller High Life twist off
And all my friends are just as strange
We've all got funny names
All us odds and ends we stick together
And all my friends are just thew same
We're all a bit deranged
All us odds and ends
All us odds and ends and ends stick together
All us odds and ends
We stick together
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