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Pie
02:30
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I’m going on the road with Jack
I need a piece of pie/She’s rollin
I’m going on the road with Jack
I need a piece of pie/Keep rollin
In this day and age
What would happen to that guy?
The lady at the Goodwill
She said he was her favorite
She made up this display
Just to catch my eye
The lady at the Goodwill
She knew he was a native
She read him close enough
To offer up some pie
I’m going on the road with Jack
I need a piece of pie/She’s rollin
I’m going on the road with Jack
I need a piece of pie/Keep rollin
Him and his zany friend Dean
We knew em and we loved em
But today they seem mean
A couple of drugged-out white guys
In this day and age
Could they stay alive?
The lady at the Goodwill
Sees humor in the way that
He toyed with human souls
Like the clothes on her racks
The lady at the Goodwill
Gets jokes and knows how times change
Her wisdom now resides between the lines
I’m going on the road with Jack
I need a piece of pie/She’s rollin
I’m going on the road with Jack
I need a piece of pie/Keep rollin
Her sunny marginalia
Do not match her times
The women of America
Would hang him out to dry
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2. |
I've Seen Enough
02:00
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I have see enough of this
Graphic violence shudder pics
Gory gory hallelujah
Hide my eyes please would ya
Belt out white-knuckled
Blood-curdling terror sound
It’s horrible enough
Chest puffed smarts up
But the question is too tough
Rest up you’re in luck
The rest of the night is
Gentle stuff
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3. |
High Horse
02:12
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Think of the high road
You travel on your riding horse
Think of the high road
You file a claim
No one was maimed
He was to blame
But you don’t know
His name
The very next day
Again in the rain
You crash like a train
How could that be?
Think of the high road
You travel on your riding horse
Think of the high road
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4. |
Broken Dice
02:08
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I’ve told you once
Of men and mice
Your strongest hands can
Be so unkind
You lost the keys
You broke the van
Your nephew’s reindeer
Is barely standing
You broke the dice
Caught the handled knife
You dropped the scissors and
Detipped your own man
Endless desert
Hectares of sand
A dozen meadows
Her love commands
A reverent husband
Gives his wife care
10,000 horses
Just to be there
You broke the dice
Caught the handled knife
You dropped the scissors and
Detipped your own man
Just to be there
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5. |
Streams
03:29
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Ooooh yeah, the hoses
Train your streams at
The hoses
On the make like you
Not a mild enough ruse
Oh ho no, pas de tout
All you errant few
Some we’ll never use
Not a louse like you
I’m gonna wipe
The scum off your rocks
I’m gonna wipe
The scum off your rocks
I’m gonna wipe
The scum off your rocks
I’ll wash you
And scrub you
Cleanse the filth
Off of you
Streams replenish you
Streams streams flow on through
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6. |
Holey
02:37
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I don’t want to be an a-hole
I’d rather be an airhole
Bringing oxygen to moleholes
Under snowfall in winter
I’d be glad to be a black hole
Suck the world into my center
Vacuum out the sour souls
And your dad’s dementia
Holy, holy, holy me
Only, only, only we
Can sink so deep
I don’t want to be a sea hole
Deep under the ocean
Terrified of gases
Silent explosions
I’d rather be the blowhole
On an unborn orca
Exhale out the sea spray
Nourished by placenta
Holey, holey, holey sea
Lonely, lonely, lonely we
Still fall to sleep
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7. |
Prism
01:23
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Shattered in the prisms of your
Splintered ideals
Sardined in the prisons all
Entwined with black eels
Think of all the werewolves on a
Full moon rising
Braid together feathers
Frost the turds with icing
Prisms sharp light
Prisons of paradise
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8. |
Plenty
04:12
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I don’t want to leave
Until I have no choice
I’m not only here to test my mettle
I’m not going to prove my strength in battle
I’m not going to leave until I have no choice
Say we fight
They’ll win it
Save your courage
You’ll need it
Say we fight
You’ll win it
Save your courage
You’ll need it
I will always be just one of many
But pawns aren’t all the same
Some don’t worry
I am mainly here
To earn your money
I’m not going to leave
Until there’s plenty
Know I’m right
You’ll give in
All your worries
Couldn’t stop me
Say we fight
I’ll win it
All your pennies
Over to me
Take that take that
Take that take that
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9. |
Patti's Love
03:31
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Sister Patti’s Fred is dead
Sister Patti’s Fred is dead
I wish death had taken
Just his boat instead
Did the willow shriek?
Did the willow shriek?
Did the willow shriek,
When the lightning struck?
Did the widow weep?
Did the widow weep?
Did the widow weep
When she lost her love?
Nothing can wash it away
Nothing can wash it away
Nothing can wash it away
A boat safe from rough seas
A radio and me
A love, a love I can’t believe we knew
Weeping willow, weeping willow
Took his Kris Kraft but not his soul
I will read you think
I will read you think
I will wipe your ass
When you’re on the brink
But me / Astrally carefully
But me / Astrally carefully
But me / Astrally carefully
But me
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10. |
Tow
02:41
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What do you know of Ireland?
If not Van Morrison
What do we know of Greenland
But the snow?
What can we do different?
I’ll give you a tow
Through the snow
I’ll row you
Round the world
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11. |
Formica
02:38
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Hardworking soul soothing
Enterprising lone shooter
Wry binman mod scooting
Articulated thigh moving
Longstanding totem poled
Enripened by the sun
Dining on restrained formica
Easybaked with love
Afternoons of dreaming of and
Making love to you
After all these bitten dogs of pain
We’ve all through
Pastures of retired ideals
Grazing on what’s done
Passive ride with blinder’s on
Brings joy to everyone
Laced up longjohns
Peroxide on the pompoms
Easygoing overflowing
Minks for everyone
Puffed up and ironed on
Devices all unplugged
Dining on contained formica
Winterized with glue
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12. |
Toast
02:06
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Got me so angsty
Powerless pupil
Angry at a system
Terms I can’t accept
Inspired by an egg man
And American guns
Fling my toast
Fling my toast
Car after car after car
after car gets my toast
And the men in the garage
In the lawn chairs
Heads will roll
Got a boner for a battering ram
My slingshot poised to shoot
My toast, my toast
If I’m crude and primitive I rep
Resent
The spirit of my race
Two jams one apricot and one
Marmalade
On my toast, my toast
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13. |
Reprieve
04:13
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Doors of pathetic notions
Peers ill defined to care
Knock anxiety or pressure
Wreck centers of decay
Your time unspoken praises
Beyond the pipe dream smoke
Potions of the ashes
Wiser with every stroke
Revise reprise reprieve
Revise reprise reprieve
Wings unhurried landscape
Pause above the quake
Drink of loyal tea brewed
Thick withhold your rage
The world it isn’t ending
It’s slower than it seems
No trick no freak tsunami
Calm your thoughts and breathe
Revise reprise reprieve
Revise reprise reprieve
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14. |
Breeze
05:26
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The fogs of November
Settle into our woods
I love your wet long hair
I love your soggy trees
I’m running around
There’s leaves on the ground
I hope I do not fall
It’s blustery now the wind
Won’t allow the seagulls
To take off
Androgynous in winter
Exposed again come spring
I love your wet wet air
I love your mud-stained knees
Our spirits lift like skirts in the breeze
(Gusts renew these gusts renew)
Androgynous angels
We dance where we please
(It’s what we do that’s what we do)
Our scarfed up necks
Our mittened hands
(Cold cold hands these cold cold hands)
Amphibious angels
A gift to dry land
(All we can do all we can do all we can)
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Tissue Seattle, Washington
Tissue is
Gabi (Stickers)
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Dean (Unnatural Helpers)
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Andrew Greager (Scraps, Popular Shapes, Unnatural Helpers)
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