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Lifesaver
02:45
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Lifesaver says Satan won’t laugh
A savior would saber the raft
Running out on the child and spouse
Gun in mouth
It’s only gonna damage it
Trying to repair it
It’s only gonna damage it
Adorno had faith in his class
So formal, they wasted his ass
Running out on the child and spouse
Gun in mouth
It’s only gonna damage it
Trying to repair it
It’s only gonna damage it
Lie low, words don’t tell the truth for very long
It’s only gonna damage it
Trying to repair it
It’s only gonna damage it
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2. |
Daylily Gardener
02:45
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Exalt the passerby
A captive lionized
Object in human form
A fire to keep warm
But much to my surprise
As morning burns my eyes
I wake up in a sweat
The blaze is steady yet
I’m a daylily gardener
Again I fail to heed the night
The costume of respect
Lies heavy on the neck
The garden’s evergreen
No climate too extreme
And much to my surprise
Sure as the sun did rise
I draft my brief regrets
Lest I sound saccharine
I’m a daylily gardener
Again I fail to heed the night
I’m a daylily gardener
Zero wrongs don’t make it right
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3. |
Musclehead
02:17
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I’m told the brain, it can hear the soul
It can hear it in a binary code
Through the fog and the shitty roads
Through the multiple checkpoints and the snow
Through the driver’s debility
The motherfucker is dead on his feet
You could talk to the legal team
He’s got them on retainer through his union fees
I got a muscle head
The kind of shoulders tired of shouldering it
A smart ass never lifting with the knees
I got a muscle head
(I got a muscle head)
I’ll pull a plug on an order misread
I’m thinking about what I think you think of me
I got a muscle head
I don’t consider considering
A question when I know the answer
Real life tied to periphery
Aging, corrosion, cancer
I’m told the brain, it can hear the soul
It can hear it in a binary code
I can breathe through a pigeonhole
Until there’s so much mail that the slot’s full
I got a muscle head
I tried to center it
I’m not an idiot
I got a muscle head
I got a muscle head
I tried to sever it
I’m not an idiot
I got a muscle head
I got a muscle head
The kind of shoulders tired of shouldering it
A smart ass never lifting with the knees
(I got a muscle head)
I got a muscle head
I’ll pull a plug on an order misread
I’m thinking about what I think you think of me
I got a muscle head
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4. |
Tangerines
03:59
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When my head’s too long at ease
My senses have cruel memories
Tangerines still taste like Christmas
I was rifling through your kitchen
The bleeding is subtle and pain
Is dull in the bowels
The bleeding is subtle and pain
Is dull in the core
God damn, something’s been bothering me
I can’t wrestle it from the air
I thought this was a secret that only I ever knew
But somebody else was there
Remnants of self from years ago
Keep calling in favors that I owe
Nostalgia please, sign the petition
Write me out of the next edition
The bleeding is subtle and pain
Is dull in the bowels
The bleeding is subtle and pain
Is dull in the core
God damn, something’s been bothering me
It don’t come around until it’s gone
I thought this was a secret that only I ever knew
But somebody else was there all along
All along
God damn, something’s been bothering me
I can’t wrestle it from the air
I thought this was a secret and I never knew
That somebody else was there
God damn, something’s been bothering me
It don’t come around until it’s gone
I thought this was a secret and I never knew
That somebody else was there all along
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5. |
Overripe
02:25
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I’ve come to fear from experience I won’t overwrite
What it’s like to be the coward in a losing fight
When you’re middle class, man, you can fear what you feel
And you can get a guitar and keep spinning your wheels
So in a final appeal to my god through the chatter
I’ll keep spinning my wheels, soon none of this will matter
I’ve come to fear from a theory that’s a touch overripe
What it’s like to go on talking past the love of your life
When the rot sets in and the siding corrodes
You feign solace in your aggrieved children
Just so it’s clear to enumerators who’s next in line
Two Les Pauls and a tele under the “Used” sign
No more middle class man talking about how he feels
No more dreaded guitar, no more spinning the wheels
So in a final appeal to my god through the chatter
I’ll keep spinning my wheels, soon none of this will matter
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6. |
Crepehanger
03:46
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Cash machine broken
At the impound lot
Somebody’s choking
Someone got shot
Maybe I’m joking
Maybe I’m not
Like a cat chasing light
Like plunks on a laptop
It chirps and bites
The yield is nothing
But your name is clear
The good plots are open
To swallowing tears
No crepehangers at the party
It’s common sense
Who’s asking to see that part in
The show again?
You can crack wise
Numb in the guile
You can be Sheedy
To the Ringwald smile
Rip the old carpet
Chase the old tail
The sympathy card
Just reads “everyone fails”
No crepehangers at the party
It’s common sense
Who’s asking to see that part in
The show again?
Last rites in a doctor’s writing
Get over it
No crepehangers at the party
It’s common sense
No crepehangers at the party
No crepehangers at the party
No crepehangers at the party
It’s common sense
Who’s asking to see that part in
The show again?
Last rites in a doctor’s writing
Get over it
No crepehangers at the party
It’s common sense
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7. |
Ten Vows
02:56
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Ten vows, you must speak louder
I don’t bother
Bed bound, you must speak louder
I don’t bother
I already read my favorite book at 16
Memorized like credit cards
And stock obscenities
I already won my first fight
Before I moved out of Queens
Made all new friends and told them
About how it used to be
Ten vows, you must speak louder
I don’t bother
Bed bound, you must speak louder
I don’t bother
Certainty’s a public shower checkered with mold
I join the queue of bathing morons
And let the water run cold
Ten vows, you must speak louder
I don’t bother
Bed bound, you must speak louder
I don’t bother
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8. |
Moving the Stash
03:58
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Fit right in, my clothing blank
No stranger to casing a bank
Or hiding capital
With some good accounting
It’s death to let on what I think
It fills my safe house to the brink
Hid in a place so nondescript
That I forget just where it is
Well-placed bomb across town
While a warehouse gets cleaned out
Gather with the crowd
Let them tell me about it
It’s death to let on what I think
It fills my safe house to the brink
Hid in a place so nondescript
That I forget just where it is
I’m moving the stash
I’m moving the stash
I’m moving the stash
I’m moving the stash
It’s death to let on what I think
It fills my safe house to the brink
Hid in a place so nondescript
That I forget just where it is
I’m moving the stash and I’ll move it again
And I’ll sleep in the car and I’ll piss in a can
I won’t turn to a pillar of salt
I can live with the weight of the fault
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9. |
Citgo
02:50
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I can’t fight because I don’t want to deal with an assault charge
I can’t have casual sex because I don’t want people to be angry with me
I can’t eat because I’m worried about my metabolism failing in my 30s
And I can’t drink because I tried that for a decade and a half and I couldn’t figure out how to do it
Pull off the main road
Lay low, how will they know?
Pull off the main road
Sleep behind that Citgo
I can’t socialize because there’s too much work to be done
I can’t watch TV because I am unable to focus on it
I can’t shop for anything because I don’t have any money
And I can’t do crime because I don’t want to be friends with criminals
Pull off the main road
Lay low how will they know?
Pull off the main road
Sleep behind that Citgo
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10. |
Tame
03:47
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On the road where I was brought up
In the middle of a dream
I was meeting with my cousin
I was pretty sure that we got seen
I had in my truck a crate of weapons
That was what he’d asked of me
‘Cause some real estate investors
Couldn’t see their way to leave
I tried to back out
I woke up to a task
Honest enough to hate
In nothing’s morning after
Feeling stunned feels commonplace
I don’t know who I am
But I know I’m tame
As precious time elapses
Again I fill, again I drain
On the same road with my cousin
He was different in this dream
We were in no kind of trouble
He just had a message to give me
He said he was out in Colorado
Where he heard that I had been
And I spurned a certain woman
That it turns out was his friend
I tried to recall
I woke up peeling back
Rubble from the blame
There was no Colorado
I ain’t even left the state
I don’t know who I am
But I know I’m tame
As dreadful time elapses
Again I curse, again I pray
Oh I know I’m tame
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