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17
01:48
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No crowd can falter me
In plastic bags choking on cellophane
Drowning in blood, bleeding rain
It seems no one stays the same
I strive for something which spits in my face
48 cards – no jokers, and no ace
Difference in a pointless place
All 17
Confusion – nothing your own
There is no more advancements
Everyone is stuck in stasis
Drowning in blood, bleeding rain
It seems no one is the same
I strive for something which spits in my face (2x)
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2. |
Salt In My Water Tank
00:43
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If I had some money
In my bank
I would fix the problem
Of all this salt in my water tank
I can't drink
Get dehydrated
Contradict
What I want and what I get
(Sodium chloride, salty water)
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3. |
Textbook Jamz
00:32
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Textbook Jam
With a leg of lamb
I crease a page
So I know it's there
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4. |
My Sad Beach
01:15
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I walk 12 miles along the beach
So I can whine about my feet
I don't really wanna be on the beach
Here just to wallow in my misery
Spend my time by the waves
And think about all that I've gave
This year has been long and draining
Think about all I gave
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5. |
Aquatic Garden
00:59
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Drowning in the blue seaweed
Put the tome away I haven't got time to read
Fighting to the Structure Lord
His rocky fingers on the fjord
All in the head
Ah rock is dead
Oh Perseus Table
I thought that this shit was fabled
Praying to the Structure Lord
Praying to the Structure Lord....
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6. |
Buns
00:22
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I like myself some buns
But toast is so much better
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7. |
Cody Makes Good Brownies
00:53
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Cody makes good brownies
Right on the misty windowsill
Good brownies
Eat as you will
Eat till your fill
Cody does good brownies
Chris wants those brownies
Cody makes good brownies
Chris wants those brownies
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She cuts me off
The fetus on twine
Get me baptized and drunk on wine
I think hard of all the times
Hours wasted - her on my mind
I'll love my brain
Without her - oh please, it'll be the same
I could be cold, but oh I'm an oven
The blade traces paths up and down my stomach
That crib is all battered
But oh well, it never really mattered to me
Serrated like a letter opener
How foil finds itself unbound
It left a scar
It's on my belly
And chewed out - petrude outward
It moves our farther when she's gone longer
Taken so precious as a knife to my teeth
Quiet myself - I may be old but I'm not so dumbfounded
A kitchen knife where the toothbrush had been
I feel so flattered, I thought this never mattered
But now I'm free
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9. |
Bleed It.
01:11
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It's her all circulating
But only one of millions
Open forcibly every vein
Just to make sure it's gone forever
It's not masochistic tendency
I'm just waiting for reprisal
It's that there's a coda as my carpet
Staining because this trash is so pervasive
I can't help but play on repeat in my head;
“I feel like a positron, I'm not at home in this world, and I'll explode if you get too close to me.”
It's her all circulating
But only one of millions
Open forcibly every vein
Just to make sure it's gone forever
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10. |
Pre-History's A Bitch
00:15
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Look at this
I'm reading a cave painting
What the hell is this gonna teach me
Seriously, this shit makes no sense.
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11. |
Starburst Thirst
01:00
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Sweet tooth, sugar tonsil
Gum n' stuff
And precious things
We all have our own addictions
At least mine will make me jitter bug
No more wrap, just shove them down
Don't waste your time with paper crap
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12. |
Somewhere, A Dog Barked
01:21
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I feel like I could vomit and nothing would be lost
Sometimes I feel like trash heading towards compounding
Fiery licking lapels – the whip across my back
At least that will keep me warm
That might keep me fucking warm
I heard a bark off in the distance
Or a shrill howl to be exact
This is freezing incarnate
Never not sure to be ready to lie
Want to be in filth
Because being clean is for when
You have someone left to impress
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In the middle of a miracle
I got what I never wanted
Zoom in on a malformed face
Stop the vid and grin awhile
Letchu know you're gonna die child
(Ooooo it's a miracle)
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14. |
Power Play Up Your Ass
00:46
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I caught that big ass ball before it hit my cupped crotch
The big screen that the stadium saw for the thousands there and millions more
Were looking at my woody
As I protected my woody
Zoom shot – HD – the fans love my woody
...that was the Toyota power play of the game
I wrapped my glove around that ball before a nasty accident
And on the screen they show replay for the thousands there and millions more
Looking at my woody
Here's a shot of my woody
Zoom shot – HD – the fans love my wood
Crystal clear – pristine – time preserved woody
...that was the Toyota power play of the game
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Phonographic Boner
01:02
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I called some girl on my phone
I hoped verily that she was home
Her voice so melodious
It can turn somebody on
I get a phonographic boner
Cuz I still own a phonograph
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Lip Bomb
02:19
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She dropped a lip bomb, oh yeah (2x)
She didn't see it at the time
But that explosion tasted like a l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lime
She can be cherry
And she doesn't pucker
What a wonder to find her
Out among it
She don't grow her hair out
She cuts it all the time
I prefer a short haired girl
To one with nothing but vines
I'm a sick person and I need some help
What do you do
When it's true
Force of weak
In her teeth
Plant a kiss upon your cheek?
She dropped a lip bomb, oh yeah (2x)
She didn't see it at the time
But that explosion tasted like a l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lime
Pucker up, sweetheart
Because I've got an open window for you to fly right out
And hit face first upon the ground
And then you'll find some hand – maybe mine – my valor I tout
I saw you light the fuse
Then it blew up with a short countdown and a shout
What can you do, when it's true
A flighty beak plants a kiss upon your cheek?
She dropped a lip bomb, oh yeah (2x)
She didn't see it at the time
But that explosion tasted like a l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lime
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17. |
What Kinda Guitar...?
01:24
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Pickups upside down
At least I washed the sharpie off
What sick kind of fuck
Gives this thing to a kid
What a raucous jest
You should know and hear
This belonged to Bob Weir
What kind of guitar is that?
I've been looking for similar models on Ebay
And they're around $300-$450
And they're better than mine
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18. |
Gimme Pillz
01:06
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Way past the Mason-Dixon line
I find myself in Atlanta, Georgia
Eating cornbread & drinking red wine
I don't understand a word that anybody says
Drunk & stuffed inside a hotel room
I need to find a way to get some sleep
Gimme pills, I need some pills
Jar is holy in my small hotel
“Turn right for tight, turn left to loose”
...Don't care about children
Let them have it if they want
And my dealer in the pharmacy
He's so hard but I still know his name
But I read his name tag as he handed me my fix
Gimme pills, I need some pills
(Frantic gibberish)
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Oh, what's in today
With a may I might have the right to say
Spent months on end
Flicking about like a flea on a scratching dog
If you're out of vogue
Than you may as well as be a hog
But if you do follow
You can fit in just like a cog
You will never get your feet
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20. |
Messy
01:16
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My mess me, I made it myself
My own ineptitude is on my brow
And beautiful days
Don't make a difference with closed shades
Grays and blacks are my reality
Scattered bits of millions all out of their proper place
It takes certain disparity
To find beauty in the disorderly
My mess me I made it myself
My own ineptitude is on my brow
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21. |
Doohickey On Wheels
01:55
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When I see sunshine there is only rain
And my lover is just a brain
I was once dying, but now I'm dead
All because I wouldn't get out of my bed
I mastered the art of my Doohickey on wheels
Avoiding the problems of misplaced bananas peels
There was a failure of communication
When my sweetheart built this here
Roadmaster of dirt paths
It tears up the earthworms
You should learn to respect the power of the Doohickey on wheels
Going faster and faster
My doohickey on wheel
200 years of engineering strength right here!
*Beep beep vroooooom*
My Doohickey on wheels!
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22. |
What Am I Doing Here?
01:08
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If you see me looking lost
You could guess that I am lost
Looking forward – no future seen
Instead of working I'm lost in dream
Long way, short way, blank way, Norway
I'm in constant wonder of what the fuck is going on
I'm in constant wonder of what I'm doing here
If you see me looking lost
Reach a hand out I'm really lost
And I don't know what's going on still
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23. |
Penelope The Cat
02:22
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Penelope crawling on my back
And her claws are leaving tracks
She won't let off – crawl on my head
Owowowowowowowow.
Penny come out, you gotta eat
You're so teeny tiny you really gotta eat
Penny would like a, Penny would you like a treat?
Penny is so sneaky
She has hidden once again
In a closet or in a train?
Who know with this cat's kinda brain?
Penny come out, you gotta eat
You're so teeny tiny you really gotta eat
Penny come out, you gotta eat
You're so teeny tiny you really should eat
Penny would like a, Penny would you like a treat?
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I will burn just like a candle
As wax I strewn across the floor
2 hours gone we've forgotten what it's for
Or what it meant or anything
Wax could scream and try to say
But it's just bygone today
I feel lost but I still know
No one is anything and I am the all
Sickening crossroads, I up on the lawn
'Till I feel my praises have been sung
It's so strange to be poisoned inside
By one's own tongue drooling pesticide
I could scream and try to say
But it's just bygone today
I feel lost but I still know
No one is anything and I am the all
So spit at everything with a voice and a beat
I have songs and demos but no one to listen
Everyone has their own complaints
A coming a souffle sink
Every group in the end
Just becomes a drain
But if you whine enough you can become a unique individual!
Id could scream and try to say
But it's just bygone today
I feel lost but I still know
No one is anything and I am the all
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25. |
Shopping Cart
00:15
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A shopping car filled with trees rolls
down a hill and hits a can of giant
peaches, a tree stump flies out and hits
an innocent pedestrian and he dies and stuff.
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Jewel Cases
01:03
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Sortin' my jewel cases
I'm running out of space
On my shelves
They're too fuckin' small, ya' know?
I wish my shelves were bigger
But my pathetic little shelves still linger
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27. |
I Think I Found My Love!
00:41
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She hit me up
And I thought “whassup?”
We talked for hours
While I ate flowers
I have waited long enough
Now I think I found my love
We bought some iced teas
And ran away from honey bees
We hung out in Depew Parrk
I really think I felt a spark
I have waited long enough
Now I think I found my love
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Mmmm baby baby baby be mine
I want you to want me
And to call you on the phone to be the you inside my arms
Talk for hours, talk of love
And how you're the girl I'm thinking of
*~be mine~*
Mmmm baby baby baby be mine
You and I were in the car cruising fast sure we will last
Don't think of the girl from my past
Lovey things & candy corn
Sweet to be baby baby in your arms
*~baby baby baby be mine I defy you to find someone like that!~*
Mommy, sister, girlfriend, and mister
Love only two of these
Missed you, missed you – see why I kissed you
To watch me rock n' roll for free
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29. |
Milford Connecticut Song
01:33
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Milford, Connecticut is a good place to be
If you're a fucking art dick
Or 30th of February
Milford, Connecticut the streets are all lined with trees
Everyone's a rich asshole
"Hey get offa my property!"
Milford, Connecticut ain't a good place to be
If you're in the market for some creativity
The artsiest community in all of the land
Is it too much to ask for some artists to be mixed into the sand?
Milford, Connecticut
The shore of Long Island Sound
If you wanna be in hell
(Then hey) You're sure to be Milford bound
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30. |
Moving Away
02:08
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The boxes are all stacked up
Where will I stay when I'm moving away?
Where will I roam when I'm leaving home?
Where will I roam?
My room – bare and stripped
I'm moving – I'm leaving home
Some day – some day I'll be leaving home
The boxes will be all stacked up
Where will I stay when I'm moving away?
Where will I roam when I'm leaving home?
How will I roam when I'm leaving home?
Leaving home...
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31. |
It's Been A Blast
00:53
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I found a way to say what's on my mind
Give too much of myself took a dreadful chance
OK – I'll have your way
Pen on paper after head on shoulder
I'm getting older -
I recall that kiss was a smoldering one
It's been a blast
In a class all it's own
I appreciate that you've gone to my head
Still around – I hear a word in my head
It's been a blast
But the best always goes so fast
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Little King Trash Mouth Peekskill, New York
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