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All four seasons in the real world
Paradise shifting on across the plain
Downrigger affiliate mojo is on my mind all the time
But we, we live in the country
And you, you live in the country
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
But we, we live in the country
And you, you live in the country again, and again, and again
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Sally's Extension
02:34
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I was dragging the bog like a thousand times before
Opening doors and not asking questions
She said all luck is dumb luck
And if you’re here you gotta stay
You can’t go away from Sally’s Extension
Organize my love at Sally’s Extension
She said she could go for getting drained just one more time today
Guzzling beers outside the convention
She said business is boring, so let’s rock this joint
I would if I were you at Sally’s Extension
Organize my love at Sally’s Extension
Organize my love at Sally’s Extension
Beneath ceilings, on boards of wood
I don’t think she’ll be understood
But she’s trying to give it a go at Sally’s Extension
To give it a go at Sally’s Extension
To give it a go at Sally’s Extension
One more night at Sally’s Extension
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What It Isn't Anymore
02:28
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Underneath your realistic lighting I can’t see shit
I told you so baby ‘cause it’s true
You’re stealing my patience
And I can’t write about love anymore
No I can’t write about love anymore
It’s what it isn’t anymore
It’s what it isn’t anymore
Administer a speedball to this king who needs to be more in command of the medium
Who wants to make you see
You’re stealing his patience
And he can’t write about love anymore
No he can’t write about love anymore
He can’t write about love anymore
No he can’t write about love anymore
It’s what it isn’t anymore
It’s what it isn’t anymore
It’s what it isn’t anymore
It’s what it isn’t anymore
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A Quarter Till
03:29
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I do not love being damned if I do and being damned if I don’t
We was running on fumes and there was plenty to lose
But still you didn’t know
Now you look at me picking flesh from my teeth like a mythical beast
‘Cause we’re burning down the castle of the lord
Yes we’re burning down the castle to the floor
And a neon sign highlights your every move
But you won’t lie by hiding out where seekers move and yearn
When you came back, you didn’t come around
You didn’t even call my name when you turned around
You can’t by on a quarter till
When you can’t even pay the rent when you say you will
And when you came back, you didn’t come around
I couldn’t even hear your voice
And you’d repeat yourself
And you can’t get high when you’re feeling ill
The money’s gone if they bust in and you know they will
Because a neon sign highlights your every move
But you don’t lie by hiding out where seekers move and yearn
I do not love being damned if I do and being damned if I don’t
I do not love being damned if I do and being damned if I don’t
I do not love being damned if I do and being damned if I don’t
No, I do not love being damned if I do and being damned if I don’t
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Rusty
02:10
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I ditched my apple on Romasco Lane
Never to be seen again
I was asking for a friend in you
You walked right through me in the pouring rain
Rusty, stoned, and anxious
A baron sidewalk to the misty core
You could have left me on the floor
Never knowing and going back for more
A fallen tribute to the underground
Winos, winos
You might think you are falling
That feeling of mass appeal
It only seems less for real
I ditched my apple on Romasco Lane
I shot my mouth off and I’d do it again
A water world divides the ocean again
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Bullseye Bunny
02:34
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Romero and Natalia springing from the Eastern Seaboard
Soon as I say okay
Soon as I say okay
They want to be free
I cannot take them there
Romero and Natalia sweet on themselves
The limelight looks okay
We can stand out there for days
Once you’re there, boy, let me tell ya
I know it’s freezing on the Eastern Seaboard
But at least you won’t melt away
Standing wicked in the rain
I know you want to be free
No, I cannot take you there
It’s just a bullseye, bunny
Literally, it’s a matter of time
It’s a matter of time
It’s just a bullseye bunny, literally
Romero and Natalia springing from the Eastern Seaboard
Soon as I say okay
Soon as I say okay
They wanted to be free
I could not take them there
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Ageless Advisor
02:16
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I’m cladding my vices but I’m doing it wrong
It’s the same old story to a different hum along
Come on, hum along
Sprawled on the mosaic again
Childishly on the floor: here I am
Your ageless advisor dressed in black
I cannot take it away from you
So break a leg
And no I’m not finished with you yet
So let’s skip to the end
To the end
And all of the things I’m supposed to say
All of those crazy words
They’re okay
Because I’m cladding my vices and I’m doing it wrong
I heard the morning glory
I heard the cautionary song
I didn’t hum along
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Detail
03:05
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From rolling over the mountain, the parts of me are astray
How could I walk so cruelly
Now don’t beg for me to stay
‘Cause I won’t
Sometimes things will succumb to their brokenness
Go to town when you’re through
Stick around, we can shoot the shit awhile
And that tends to be true
There’s plenty of things to do
If my conditions were brighter
I’d show you where the time goes
I know we get real lonely
Oh, how to keep it away
To shake things up with your know-how is something I must have missed
How could I talk so cruelly
Just put me on your list
I don’t know if it’s true what I say about you and your cinephiles
If you’re bored, I am too
It’s a cool thing to do and it’s been awhile
And yes it tends to be true
There’s plenty of things to do
And yes it tends to be true
There’s plenty of things to do
Oh, time it passes
From rolling over the mountain, the parts of me are astray
How could I walk so cruelly
Now don’t beg for me to stay
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William Carlos Williams
02:39
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He’s got a bone to pick with insincerity
The standing water and the blossoming trees
Twisted upon herself like a winter wind
His widow’s drowning down near the marsh
He thinks before he says so
A vague melody
He thinks before he says so
A million patients and a few million verses
He knows what’s necessary to do
He thinks before he says so
A vague melody
He thinks before he says so
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Chicken
02:26
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Open on a moving train and collapse
Rest for awhile
Awhile, this time, could be longer than the last
And even though snot rags litter the room
I hope you’ll make room for me
No attraction to action
A couple dozen features shy of a disaster
A steaming good hot bed of coals is not your home
You’re chicken
You’re chicken but I love you and that’s why I think I am too
Don’t listen to me when I say nothing’s defined, okay
Open on a moving train
Open on a moving train
Open on a moving
You’re chicken but I love you and that’s why I think I am too
Don’t listen to me when I say nothing’s defined, okay
Defined, okay
Defined, okay
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Raging with Strangers
02:08
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Sitting like a lead pipe at a crossroads on a cool night
Look, a piece of plastic passing through
And I see you
Buy me a ticket to a good night’s sleep
Because without sleep I’m not a man
Not a romantic whirlwind or a band
And at night I look for my friends
And they’re raging with strangers
Buy me a ticket to a good night’s sleep
Because without sleep I’m not a man
Not a romantic whirlwind or a band
And I’m sitting like a lead pipe on a crossroads on a cool night
Look, a piece of plastic passing through
And I see you raging with strangers
Raging with strangers
Raging with strangers
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12. |
The Least We Can Do
02:41
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Any man in a position of authority
He’ll sell you on his wild developments of his shitty dreams
What does it mean?
But still, we own up too
It’s the least we can do
Had a dream about a clumsy boss’s nautical terms
And his nautical turns for the worse
Tightly wound at the general store
They don’t sell his favorite items anymore
But still, we own up too
It’s the least we can do
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