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Whisper
02:06
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Steppin on rocks, down the hard way,
always step steppin on it, down the hard way,
and i feel, like i'm feelin okay,
for gettin caught walkin locked down the hard way
i'll whisper in your ear are you listening?
Mommy was a bottle, daddy was the drugs
girl, baby girl, you got me feeling like a dog,
and hoowwwwwl, the heat is in the air,
so warm, baby warm, i'm almost there
i'll whisper in your ear are you listening?
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Wellll, somone's coming down with something,
coming down again,
the words inside my head are melting away,
so slow and thin
The panes inside my eyes are stinging,
st-st-st-stingin, sting, stingin
And would you mind pullin aside and
checking the time again?
Cause it's all gone out the window, out the window
blowin byyyyyyyy,
tic-toc-tockin and
leaving me left to dry
dry flyin quick
gotta hurry on
the ghosts inside the bathroom have been
waiting up since dawn
and they wait
oh yeah they wait
none if they want it now
they gotta wait
Well, i've been coming down with something,
coming up again,
the blood inside my chest is leaking,
alll inside my head,
well this fever's heating up and heating up
the fire's on,
hello doctor, surgeon man,
why don't you slap those gloves right on
the bones inside my legs are all,
dissolving into dust
and all the bugs inside my chest are crawling
out and through the front
the ghosts inside my skeletons are dancing
in the dark
and all they want from me is all my teeth
to patch up all their parts
and they wait
oh yeah they wait
none if they want it now
they gotta wait
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3. |
Birthday Party
03:52
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Let's have a birthday party for all the birthday boys and girls
a rain of light and grass under the mist of sour swirls
of life and death and time and space inside of waters depths
of depths to time the time of death and hold it in your chest
the rocket fuel goes down so sweet so sweet drip down my throat
and hop to sounds of calling death that keeps the ship afloat
and sail away to waters holding better kinds of poison
across the planes across the desert melting in the sun
in the desert wind can feel like rain
and sand's the only lake
under the lizard's shiny shoes
whose gators skin was fake
am i dead?
am i dead?
am i dead?
am i dead?
across the dunes and in the back of shores way past the sun
the boys are singing tunes of wonder and holding gripes with love
and joey's dad is drinking whiskey chasing it with coughs
like real men do he tells his son and drinks down the last drop
he's running with the wolve's at night and swimming with the sharks
the glass fell off the fridgerator shattered into parts
of crystals made of bleach and water bitter to the taste
to drink like dreams and hold inside your lungs you'll never waste
in the desert rain can feel like bliss
and rocks can keep you warm
under the snakes that bit your leg
at night where you were born
am i dead?
or just asleep?
does it matter?
is it different?
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4. |
Cigarettes
02:52
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Oh, my, god, scream oh my lord,
who let this old thing out,
sixteen times on broken ground,
and who let this old thing out
Oh, my, oh, my, screaming lord,
my hands can't find the knob,
eightteen times on shitty speed,
i guess it does the job
can't you find the last few cents
i left inside the drawer, under
the socks beside the bed,
i know there must be more
i can't be broke no, that's not right,
is all my money gone,
or was it even ever there,
and what drugs was i on?
smoking in the boys room cigarettes,
drinking in the kitchen with my cigarettes,
burn, baby, burn, light up my chest
where would i be without cigarettes
Oh, my, god, scream oh my lord,
who let this old thing out,
twenty one times and almost done,
and who let this old thing out
yesterday was never there
and right nows just a blur,
that old man never checks his facts,
he's useless on the curb,
buried under trash and mud,
looks like i'm giving up,
you'll never get too far like that
you'll never find that cut
that let out all the juice inside,
your pretty little veins,
give me smokes, and smokes
and smokes to smoke smoke smokes again
smoking in the boys room cigarettes,
drinking in the kitchen with my cigarettes,
burn, baby, burn, light up my chest
where would i be without cigarettes
let's burn all our lives away
let's burn all our lives away
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5. |
Hill-Bred Wild Chickens
05:18
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Love is a snake on your back
waiting for you to close your eyes
love is a wall in front of your face
when you cant see nothing at all
its a train on the track when your tied to the track
and you can't look at the track, you can only look back
its a snake on your back, and much more than that
The corner ain't got none
love for a boy like me
in the hill, me in the hill,
You never had any
love for a boy like me
in the hill, me in the hill
the postman rang left
a card in the mail, card in the mail
read aint no love left down
in the hill, down in the hill
verse 2:
I was sitting on the bench in the park by the lake
waiting for my man while you let me wait
and twiddling my thumbs like i never seen the sky
gliding past disasters with a twinkle in my eye
feeling maggots in my stomach waiting for the day
they'll turn into something pretty but i just may
be waiting for some pleasure that i'm sure'll never come
so i'll wait there on the bench and keep twiddling my thumbs
The corner ain't got none
love for a boy like me
in the hill, me in the hill,
You never had any
love for a boy like me
in the hill, me in the hill
the postman rang left
a card in the mail
read aint no love left down
in the hill
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Plastic Bag Tumbleweed
03:34
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Tell me about what its like to feel alive
tell me about what you feel like inside
the wind blows trash like tumble weeds, and the city feels like home
the phone is breaking up and static buzzes like a drone
cold air on my window lets me draw a message in
help me out of dodge i've got to start my car again
air inside my tires squeaks out nice and slow
reminds me of the way we wrinkle deflating when we're old
we get old
we die
we die
we get old
johnny never had much, he was all poor growin up
he had a knack for heroin and drove a pickup truck
in tennessee he wrote a country song soaked in alcohol
and played it like a letter to his alcoholic paw
and saw the chance to make it big
to get out of the heat
but life just doesn't work like that
we get what we can eat
we get old
we die
we die
we get old
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7. |
Surfari
02:07
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Let's Go Surfing Now,
Everybody's Learning How.
Come on a safari with me.
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Harmony and the Trash Humpers Stafford, Virginia
i make music you should listen to with headphones or very loudly. There's a lot there. Just pretend you're driving a truck really fast through the desert with a cigarette
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