1. |
Wicked
06:19
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wicked it can't be all bad
so wicked
siting sharp in the eye of the storm
with one careless breath
you can burn all of your bridges
so wicked
you don't know me
kitten your source of warmth has up and left
this casual bed of pleasantries and warm wishes
you have fucked all your friends
and no one is left now to listen
so wicked
driven to reach each ragged end
just one wanton taste
of the waste in the trail you're traveling
you have fucked all your friends
and none are inclined now to listen
so wicked
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2. |
Julip
04:29
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my luck my chance
my salt and paper dream come true
one perfect match
it's do or don't not one will suffer
and if you roll
the scent will surely stick to you
I troll I'll trap
when I go under I take you
his daddy played in a bluegrass band
and mommy gathered jars in the basement
they made a man child
but that baby wouldn't bounce
so they lit off for the city
and they left him to the wolves
unduly
who's sorry now
capricious and unruly
no harm meant no fooling
and truly
who's sorry now
my goof my flash
oops my dress excuse me here
what else but laugh
the scent she surely stuck to you
now I'm trapped in the city
lying naked to the wolves
I stink of indiscretion
and inviting open wounds
I swear I hear an ocean
rolling there beneath that city
when you go under take me too
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3. |
Safe
04:50
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you are safe
you are loved
no more filling holes with empty times
you are kept
nice and clean
you are safe
you are bathed in grace
and bundled in fortune
and that luck is a lump
you cannot keep down
make your peace
with the taste of treasure
shut your mouth
it sits better that way
so secure
yes you know
that the world will go on spinning
for as long as you take the free ride
you are spun
you are sick
from the motions
you are locked
unmeasured and tame
you are safe
you are loved
no more filling holes with empty times
you are kept
nice and clean
you are safe
you are safe
you are loved
shut your mouth
you are safe
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4. |
Tiny Living
06:54
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henry
it's in the dark rising
and spreading through me
these moods come and go
and aren't we the lucky ones
punch me I'm dreaming
this watery blood
longs to surround you
relieve me
my poor hips and ankles
santa whomever
I've never known faith before you
shamed me
from and inch of a pitied fool
from now on
I'll sleep with my back pressed into you
blame me
it's a kick it's a gutter ball
show me the magic
from eye and her atoms
crying lonely
well then straight to bed with you
your fever dreams
may sweat out what's eating you
making tracks perhaps for
worming your way back
in the wake of something so big
sisters and brothers tread
on shells in and above you
tiny ain't no way to live
henry
it's warm and it's writhing
and feeding on me
and all the lucky ones
spooning for jesus
churning out soldiers
I've never known faith before
making tracks perhaps for
worming your way back
in the wake of something so big
sisters and brothers tread
on shells in and above you
tiny ain't no way to live
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5. |
B-sides
03:44
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this might just be your biggest mistake
it might just be the best thing
another camera
one more deck of cards
to build a home around
and church bells wouldn't break up
any gang that'd have me in it
I stretch my sails and suffer
at the weight of my own wind
camp a chose the timbre
with which to whistle through their workday
each measure knocked another cocky birdie from it's nest
and the acreage that they seized
lay crossed with hollow toppled trees
they christened it an artwork
and they bussed their kids to school
the shakey craftsmans hands
sifting sludge across the land
and styled the finest blinders
for the flock at his command
and the acreage that they plowed
was familiar fruitless ground
so they strung him up with medals
and made templates of his ways
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6. |
Going Dutch
05:30
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I never gave up nothing
silk and silver locked away
who asked you anyway
pried that fist out to a palm
forced your hand in wine and song
kept you out
too late and too long
guess the ruin and condition
with one scoop below the belt
but really who's counting
the squatters gathering stones
hitch a ride and arrive there alone
bite the hand to it's generous bone
no I never gave 'em nothing
I'd fold from walking that fall
I'd choke and shrink
away from it all
I made nothing from something
your secrets bury with me
lock away those carnival days
when I stretched my wings and
walked the wire
led the dogs through
spark and fire
it looked like a blast
but it lingered a bore
no, I never gave 'em nothing
silk and silver locked away
no, I never gave them nothing
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7. |
Veteran's Day
05:23
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gillded hooks and ladders
wander up and in to age
sound the chant and bladers
strechted thin on the drum
caught loose in the strum
repeating the dull tone of battle
ring the bells at 6 and at 8
I put it all on a long shot that day
I took stock that it was soft and unstable
and toughengd it up to the shell that I was
and dug out my trench on the ledge of the lawn
it's been a long dull winter
on the rug by the woodsman's fire
tracing maps in the thick thraded grass
and egging my courage to awaken at last
I took a chance that the crowd wouldn't miss me
and shrunk down to wouldn't matter to me
biting the bullet may be all that grounds you
powder burns, in neat karmic turns
I raised my fist in that beastly parade
caned sugar, whipped of pride
robbed of reason or any vague shadow
nor outline this uniform never quite fit me
so I'll drag up my skirts to a toast to the worst
and the best piece of ass to anchor this frame
it's been a long still winter
splitting hars by the sportsman's fire
stretching skins and sticthing an armour
so thick it binds the limbs
on the tip of an arrow
came my love plain through me
came a swift pointed purpose
and thanks for nearly killing me
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8. |
Take It Back
05:59
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mercury rising in me
lodged in my nerves
so ungratefully
boiling water make me clean
if I slit my wrists
can I take it back in the morning
a stitch in time
can save your life
all harnessed and brushed
and braided up nice
bitter wind
blow me clean
if we tangle the ends
we can smooth them out in the morning
I've done the riding
and I've worn the saddle
I've known the pleasure of
both bit and bridle
spare the whip
it's a gift of our breeding
if we mis step
we can light a path
by the morning
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9. |
To The Sea
07:06
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...to the sea
good men to the sea
to the wet tangled bush
and the depths you don't know
take arms frantic sailors
what surely is yours
is tied up and willing there under that sea
from the hearth that spawned you
gives light to what wrongs you
gather up switches
and settle your debts
one cool drink of water
from land you first saw her
with breath held you longed
for that salt in your wounds
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