1. |
The Color White
05:10
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You got a bad habit of breaking it all apart.
When I get back to the city, I’ll tape it up like it’s all brand new.
If you listen closely you’ll hear the crunch of my boot.
It’s coming for you.
I was born in the city.
I’m man made and nature helped too.
If you step on a crack be sure not to break mama’s back.
When winter comes the land will be new.
You’re like the color white.
You’re so fresh. You’re so new.
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2. |
Dog Season
05:36
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When you get down,
down to the thread,
with your face so close that the details in your head.
My tongue has no eyes
as it blindly speaks.
All these thoughts they come pouring out of me.
I believe, that you believe what you believe.
The wrinkle in your face as you reread
the same sentence twice,
but this time you’re giving it another meaning.
My tongue has no eyes
as it blindly speaks.
All these thoughts they come pouring out of me.
I believe, that you believe what you believe.
My youngest brother,
he was on his way to be a priest.
He looked me dead square in the eyes.
He said to me, “Go hunt that dog. Go get your goddamn dog.”
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3. |
Mammoth American
03:41
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Mammoth of an American, you’re splitting at the seams.
You got filled up all the way full and kept on filling
Mammoth of an American, so tall and so proud.
From the mountaintops you’re screaming, through the wind and the quiet spells.
I heard it coming through the valley
and echoed wide all across the everything and muffled my ears.
It came on like a wave and tore me into tidal stakes
and I knew there was no truth to hear.
I went to a book burning to see what I should read
And in the fire light it shined so bright
Suddenly I could see.
It was like a stone thrown across the river
ripples grew and kept getting bigger
and all the sudden safe and shiver
to something unseen.
The river swallowed up wide,
I knew the thoughts that died
and truth can sink to the bottom if it’s caught in the stream.
Mammoth of an American, caught in a glass jar.
Hit the walls, wait and wish for the lid to come loose.
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4. |
Bloom
02:04
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Skies blue blue, grass is green green.
I’m gonna do what I please.
Nothing you say gonna bring me down
‘cause that’s how I’m living for now.
Days of the week all become a blur.
If you add up the blur you get to see a whole year.
Then you wonder where it goes and where it’s always been?
You realize that’s not the point my friend.
That’s how we’re living man, we got it down.
That’s what I’m doing just about right now.
If the sun has a purpose, I’m not gonna be a cloud.
That’s how I’m living man, living it loud.
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5. |
Gold
04:43
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I don’t speak very much anymore.
I’m afraid of what I’ll say.
I know it’s lost whenever.
I know somewhere there’s gold.
I don’t talk to anyone anymore.
Because I know their story has already been told.
I know it don’t take much to carve the heart and hold it.
I know there’s things that you shouldn’t show them.
I know somewhere there’s still gold.
I don’t stress how much to look at the stars means.
I know if you sell it, they’ll buy it for free.
I know somewhere out there, there’s still gold.
I know how fragile the bones are breaking.
I’ve seen green grass go to brown so easy.
I know somewhere there’s gold.
I know somewhere there’s still gold.
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6. |
Perpetually Perplexity
03:29
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I’m gonna wake up in the morning.
Silence is the name of the game.
It’s perpetually perplexing to say…
Take a walk around the block,
let the dog off at the park.
And I know it’s a hazy kind of day.
The sun feels like boredom.
It’s a blanket on my skin.
I’m perpetually perplexed to say the least.
All the cars driving by,
everyone going/coming
just wherever they please.
I keep on.
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7. |
Tongue-Tied
04:03
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Got tongue-tied and eyes-twisted
backing down the alley way.
’Til tomorrow we revisit our mind,
go in circles when you’re making me say.
Hands on your hips ladies.
Gunslingers wrist too.
You didn’t know what you were gonna say
so you made it up,
spit it out
and sold it for a few.
Tongued-tied and eyes-crossed you weren’t blinking.
Talking out the alley ways
telling me all about the things that you were confused to say.
Cherry wood that held the blood soaked stains
like a carpet or a rug.
Everything that you build around you
I guess it’s gonna give them a shrug.
Tongue-tied and a hard lip-a-bending
and you talking out your other way.
Everything that you told me,
I knew that you would give it away.
Tongued-tied and eyes-crossed
holding up a storm.
All the roads, they led out of town
but you were born.
All the roads, they led out of town
but like I said, you were torn.
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8. |
Masters
03:44
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