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Hello
00:34
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Lordy Lordy
My mother’s been chattering
Been emailing
Been calling
She knows
A glitch from a gimmick
I’d be kidding
If I said I could wink
Lying is tricky
To avoid an upcoming travesty
I’d dodge you for days
But first
I’d lie in all honesty
Thank goodness
My father’s advising
Been editing
My resume
He knows
The difference between hell and highwater
Good gracious
My brother won’t call me
Won’t hang
Wont come to the shows I sing
I know
He’s got his own scene
The theme was maritime
Once upon a time
Now it’s scrapin’ for nickels and more nickels
To avoid an upcoming travesty
I’d dodge you for days
But first
I’d lie in all honesty
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Naked in Public
03:28
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The last aisle sold the spirits
He sat there for weeks on clearance
Fell in the cart of a young gal
Looking to raise some hell
The weekends were for moshing
A whiskey handle and his 6-string
Wrote her a romantic comedy
She punched his V-card in a heartbeat
She said shake down to nothing, everyone’s sleeping
There’s no sense in worrying
You can’t do this stuff at 40
They played around with toy board games
Then they toyed around with real feelings
She held sturdy in a concrete mix
He was off balance like italics
The weekdays were for serving
Screwing off despite managerial warnings
Passing time with thumb wars
And planning a mid-night drive
She said speed
Down coffee lane on caffeine
There’s no sense in worrying
You can’t do this stuff at 40
Naked in public, bones bare
Helpless emperor’s new shorts
Backseat ain’t standard, please advise
Coppers came looking, flashlights in eyes
The law’s loudspeaker, sirens high
But we weren’t high, no not that time
She said there’s no sense in worrying
You can’t do this stuff at 40
She said toast
To salud, healthy longitude
Let’s show ourselves some fortitude
She said trust me, hear me, know me
I know a thing or two
I’ve got 2 years on you
And I’ll be damned
If we can't do this stuff at 40
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She went down to Durango
To work for the summer
I wanted to thank her for leaving us alone
I wouldn’t miss her
Cause I never kissed her
My little kid sister
Who would’ve known?
We stayed back in Wisconsin
To play for the summer
I had to thank him for leaving her alone
I wasn’t David
He wasn’t Goliath
Just my giant older brother
Shielding me from a stone
Head like a hamster wheel
The Rabbit hole had its appeal
She hopped onto our brains
And ran around in high heels
Sentences without a place
And verbs we couldn’t conjugate
Said I wasn’t thinking straight
He showed me how to meditate
Met her on the sidewalk
I chalked out a hopscotch
She could step anywhere she pleased
except on my toes
She said “I’ll respect that
Won’t draw you to combat
But you’re still gonna
see me at all of your shows”
She wasn’t a scene kid
Was never that sensitive
If she tampered with the two of us
she’d crack both our codes
And our means and our manner
Will hang on a banner
Striped black and yellow, says “Sorry we’re closed”
Way out in Durango
You’re fording the river
With your uncles and cousins
and subconscious weapons
While here in Wisconsin things return civil
With my brothers and my cousin
digging moats, arming canons, flaming arrows
To defend us from you
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On a sloppy Saturday night
Where thoughts are thought
And inevitably lost
I’m feeling washed up
When you’re only 22
The wise provide
Advice to you
But you are stubborn in your youth
These mp3’s
Play without tape or scratched CD’s
You’re scratched up if you can’t
Get paid for what you like
On a Sunday, summer morning
Biblical references, biblical warnings
Are washed
From your mind as mass lets out
When you’re only 22
The wise provide
Advice to you
But you, are deaf, and blind and mute
This present time
Called Asia 13 hours behind
You’re behind if you can’t get
Paid for what you like
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She's A Wreck
02:43
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She goes out looking sexy and sloppy
She’s a good friend having a few with my roommates and me
She’s coming back to my place tonight
But she’s not coming back to see me
She’s down with every guy in my house
But she’s only getting’ down with my friends
She’s learning Journalism by day
And teaching cynicism by night
She hates to calm it down and behave
She’s tipsy and tippin’ right into your face
left a bite mark on your cheek
She’s down with every guy in the bar
And she calls me just to get with my friends
She calls me every night of the weekend
She texts me just to see where I’ll be
She’ll meet us anywhere that we run to
Because she knows my pals will be there with me
She’ll call to every guy in the bar
And she calls me just to get with my friends
She dumped the guy that let her run wild
She ditched the guy that kept her in line
She wants to conquer a guy who’s not so easy
She’s currently making a mess
She’s covering her head from the falling debris
She’s in need of someone to own
Of whom she can bend
But all she can do is get owned for one night by my friend
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Piggy Bank
03:18
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Finally found employment here
In a chimney off of Holiday square
But it aint Christmas
And I’m not keeping coal
A breaking point
In my piggie bank
Shaking a Subway cup of change
But quarters aren’t enough for me to thank anyone
I’ve got to take this family whole
But I wont hurt one damn soul
A breaking point that cracked the bank
Left me here with a cup of change
My piggy bank always takes
the breaks I never snagged
Slipped right in all covered in ash
A black that leaves a moral rash
That scared away any kiss I ever gave
And the daughters that were living there
Were the first to scream and first to hear
“Holy mother there’s somebody downstairs”
Dad wakes up and grabs a gun
And a Louisville slugger
Over his right shoulder
I’m shouldering the weight
Of the blows until the cops come
Normally, typically
I’d be the first one to run
I’ve run out of things to do
Got a toilet and a cot in this old cell room
And a narrative on youth that I’ve read a few times over
Everything seems over and half my worries too
And I no longer have to worry
…about my Piggy Bank
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Glitch Thang
03:19
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Never walk in your sleep
With a beer in the street
He was the evening’s MC
Handcuffed by the block party police
Folks will put on a show
For other people they know
Attention whores
Not something one can charge for hourly
or via salary
Houston is drinking
And operating heavy machinery
Stop me, start me
Glitch thing, Apollo 13
Something sounds good
And it don’t involve food
And it don’t involve truth
But tooth hurts when
Chuck Taylor kicks it loose
The truth's a Cookie cutter
In the shape of the burbs
A cookie cutter suburb
Is cutting contact from your best of mix
classic licks, and greatest hits
Houston is sleeping
Landing is not happening
Stop me, start me
Glitch thing Apollo 13
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Flask
02:31
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You burned a box of tissue and left
Me bumping half-finished songs in my head
Beginning and end
Three-act structure
They all need a conflict I guess
Do me a solid and kick up some dust
This jam needs some drama to make it take off
No villains
Everyone’s chillin’
Just cheersing and toasting their friends
There are tapes never been played
That I finally played today
There are lyrics on the page
You Make em’ pop, make em’ pop
There are songs never been sang
That I finally sang today
Side B
Never sees the light of day
I’m, grabbing you beers from the back
You’re sipping some whiskey right out of the flask
Now you’re on edge
And I am
Catching a whole ton of flak
The wind blows in Chicago
The River turns green for the Irish
You get no shamrocks and no clovers
Just gaining green on the feet
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Pseudo Picasso
03:25
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Ben Franklin was his nanny
Sold the kite for a money tree
Now he can’t buy electricity
Flicked off the giver
Sat in the dark and lost touch with reality
When his babysitter took his nap
He left that 22 year old without a diaper
Made a mess of his reputation and his blue jeans
So here it is
He’s just a child
Trying to rewrite the bible
Minus Noah, Joseph, Jesus plus his first name and his last
Charlie’s tree caught Dutch elm disease
Then bragged casually about its B.A.C.
Jibber jabbered from tongue tip to left cheek
Mouth barked off, mouth got socked, barkless tree
Was just as mindless
As Marconi was wireless
He called up John Mayer
He said “John I need a favor I need a song”
His secretary said “go write your own”
So here he is
A dirty gospel
Pseudo Picasso
This isn’t abstract and it’s not a work of art
Then it came time to flee
In a canoe down shit creek
Tried to go with the flow but the current swelled like karma
Shifted southbound well and drifted straight into…
A damned, dark and dirty place
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News
02:50
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One stoplight town
One liquor store
One table full
Of old timers
At the diner share
The news
Population knows
Inconsistencies
Mishaps and the happenings
Within a minute or two
They hear the news
The main drag hosts
A barbershop
A rent-a-cop
Mother’s gossip
About their little runts
It’s the news
Traps are set
Cause’ traps won’t shut
The scene is set
For shutting up
The murder of
The news
Names hang out
Seen the mail
Sold for cheap
Rummage sale
Drinking rage
Wife’s escapades,
With the gym teacher
And the alleged tapes
It’s all word of mouth
In the news
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12. |
Here's My Stuff
02:44
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Hey look! A baffling manhandling
A lack of needed bandaging
Of folks who tend to pretend they’re alright
There’s a pay of no incentives
A mouth that’s full of expletives
A motive for some self-reflective lines
We’re in the same boat, but on a different lake
We’re on the same page, for the songwriter’s sake
Everybody wants to share their stuff
Well hey, here’s my stuff
Need to be bathing in contacts
In a tub that’s full of content
Washing away instable freelance work
Need some friends certainly
And a girl, well probably
And a band that’s got my back
and a knack for a brand
I heard he works there, with flexibility
I need an in, could you introduce me please?
And I really want to share my stuff
So could you pass along my stuff
Lounged on the patio and terrace
Ran amok in Buenos Aires
Just to dodge the man
The Blueprints and his plans
Crumbled communication towers
Forgot my cell phone charger
In the room where we broke up
And I couldn’t call
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