1. |
3 chimneys all different
04:27
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the dream was good remember the feeling
twirled my body from place to place
at once shaken need not worry
the bones in my hand are poking out
stuck on a steam train headed for chicago
ask for more settled for nothing
Why yah mockin me always mockin me
hands set free black eyes for sale
that cuban shirt seems kinda dirty
did'ja wake up drunk on an itchy wool blanket
with nothing to eat but a mayonaise sandwich
ask for nothing settled for less
bastard son born without thumbs
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random butter
04:08
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I'm stuck in a room
your stare won't flatter
I'm easily amused
it doesn't matter
out growing your old friends soon
I'm pulling through I'm pulling through
strike me on the jaw jumbo eggs crack
lay your head sideways lay your head sideways
place your head around my neck
and hope for blackening sky
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4. |
for lack of better words
03:13
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fine fine I'm alright
it's just been a long winter
mouth is dry
I watch the sea
you're the way that I see you
beside me
look behind
I squint to see
through the haze
I've been wrong
you walk with a certain
determination
you meet my eye
only when you want to
look behind
I squint to see
through the haze
that night the branch fell
tree held ice
over the barn where the horse froze
clammy hands
they gripped my sleeve
so who can tell me
what I've seen
look behind I squint to see
through the haze
I've been wrong
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5. |
Tea Eggs
04:01
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6. |
stretch your money
02:02
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7. |
rudra vina
02:32
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8. |
burial at sea
03:31
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Three hundred ninety miles from tuscon take a cannibal to church will she
sing a hymn don't laugh at her preaching there in the desert sting ray
spider ants lit up the house off the whites of her eyes other fires would
just start up on their own some random some by desire
Under the desert of sand and broke glass chips of spine knots of hair there
lies and ocean that hides the black cancer deeper and deeper it goes
Sand flows up when this ocean rolls down who's in the crow's nest watch for
the black death
no mark made unmarked grave burial at sea meant for me
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9. |
Spider's house
03:35
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10. |
madagascar
02:29
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Got my teeth knocked out in a fight
My first hand witness got second site
Got home late and walked the tracks
Tired of my life can't get it back
Having the time of my life matches are wet they won't light
First time bread winners scars run deep
Those lumpy girls they don't come cheap
Close the oven and take out the trash
Our disagreements never last
Having the time of my life matches are wet they won't light
Yard boss fought hard but
joe louis's strength knocked him out
Rusty tin roof barns run red
these dreams will take you off to bed
fingers taste apples sweet no longer time than bible days
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11. |
Tongue and Voice
01:59
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12. |
fireman's cough
05:23
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Henry you're always fighting
Fighting smoke fighting fire
Hey look at the sign it says three for a dime toss the rings friend did you
win again come see my show hey have another go I'll show you around just
let me skin your town
Henry you just let go (tray holds ash)
You're on the back road taking that soul home (father the dirt)
Henry forget the bad days (carry the ice carry the coal)
Lay off the whiskey and bask in the sun's rays (shot and a beer)
That dog barks at the road the window's down I ain't cold why ya driving so
fast slow down it won't last you cut a fish in half and we laughed and laughed
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13. |
cold rest
01:25
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Spoon knife in bed
It's the last time to be so cold ice cold
Snows gone red
It's the last time to be so cold so froze
Finally you sleep suddenly then your cold
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14. |
Bubble Lady
03:51
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