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country weather
00:32
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by now i'm sure you can tell
i don't wear july very well
and august ain't much better,
til the sweater weather
brings us back once more
you know you smell just like a thrift store
i love it
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lake superior
02:32
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so sick and tired of being tired sick
i'm a liar, i'm a blood-bloated tick in yr back
sucking at the bone, and i know what yr gonna say
yr right, i'm probably gay
i got qualms and complaints against the various saints;
they're old enough to drink in america,
and i'd be remiss if yr cardboard kiss
was sold to anyone for free
cuz i am yr paperweight
and you are my sewer grate
drinking every drip that i drop
and i how i wish i could stop
but i keep fucking up all the time
but i'm perfectly fine
saw and ad that told me the best plans aren't planned,
but the ad was for beer and the beer was piss clear,
i'm so much stronger when you are near,
but we're near the end of the song now and,
i get anxious cuz the saxophone player is deaf
and i been driving all night but there's a million miles left
getting thirsty, but yr tongue is dry
getting randy, so i guess i'll cry
and drive my truck into a lake,
great lake superior,
and i'm happily faint cuz i been huffing paint
the colour of yr eyes and i'm lost in yr thighs,
and i admit defeat so can i kiss yr feet
one last time, i fucked up but i'm perfectly
fine
seems like the summer is making you dummer
everything's ending but they're lending more
spend it at the liquor store
cheap wine
but yr perfectly fine
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3. |
ghost of baseball past
03:09
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4. |
blockbuster summer
02:14
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you saved the date but you still gotta find a way out of here
all yr heroes are dead, they've overdosed on wonder bread and cold fear
you told me,
"i don't wanna think about the rain,
there's no cents if the dollar's down the drain,
having trouble finding yr way home?
then just go in vain"
kicked down the door like a bore and said
you finally found a way out of here
but no thoughts in yr head so you just open up
yr mouth and scream out what you wanna hear
wasting time, all the time,
please be kind, please rewind
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5. |
sweet satan
04:04
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the light was green for a day
but she just sat there waiting
offered kind kind words to the birds
in the prosaic shuffle of the elderly
that bus drove straight through her head
it's said that she might've been dead for years
but the cheers and the jeers were reserved for our true lord
and he knows yr name,
he's to blame for the years you lost yr cool and flew abroad
like yr momma did in the 60s, she's oldschool bonafide
in a way, you were saved
by my sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet satan
now, satan or lucifer,
tell me which one do you prefer to be called?
the heart's a shopping mall, and we
are all on sale
lift up yr garbage pail hearts to the moon
cuz he'll be with you soon
he's gonna save yr soul
beige Cadillac...
oh my satan, my sweet satan
what a wonderful life
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6. |
sergio
03:06
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sergio
i want you to know
yr moustache it offends me
i wish you'd stop pretending
my dear sergio
i wish you would grow up
move out from yr father's basement
yr like a cheap soy meal replacement
and yr so "so-so"
yr tribal right to a saturday night
has got you tied up to yr ego like a joke
neanderthals like you make me wonder
am i sparing all my smokes on you,
and yr ku klux kind?
sergio you've simply got to go
yr no friend of mine
swiped left on yr killer negativity
you taste like sugar strained through
drunken spelling mistakes and
swampy porno out takes
you need a hug or a punch in the head
should've kissed you back when you were still cute
before the cat call stains and the leather buck tooth
you lead footed mother fucker
yr on yr own this time
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7. |
untitled (lsd)
03:22
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i was taking lsd to escape from reality
but every time i did it just turned to stare back at me and said,
"oh my dear, please take a look at yrself"
the stripper sweat and bayonettes you use to clear yr head,
a coroner on the corner is turning tricks with the dead,
they're moved by wires and it doesn't make any sense...
when there is no pulse
there is no heart beat
there is no meditation deep enough to shake this
subconscious screaming
and it is a pulse
it is a head ache
it is a long walk off a short pier into another long
train ride with a crappy view of...
old factories and cars parked on the 401
dear places you have been so many times that
they feel dumb
but it is all you've ever had
the ghosts we leave behind in taxi cabs
and old apartments we no longer can afford
yeah, that's what the wind is for
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8. |
busteddd
03:12
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i can't stand to ditch a busted accordion
yr smile reminds me of a busted knee
i could fix em both if you'd just sit still
and i'm a patient man but lately i've been thinking of drinking
myself to death
i been treating you like a busted accordion
pushing on the valves but nothing comes out but empty air
and we been walking around like empty bottles
try to pour one out but nothing comes but a stupid feeling
and i'm a patient man but lately i've been thinking of
drinking myself
i wonder how i'd taste
would you drink me with chase
or would you just shoot me straight
gagging on my bitter ways
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9. |
...hey?
03:47
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creedence came on the radio
thought of his brothers, so he called his sister
sang along so loud that he nearly puked
he looked for a dollar, but he found a spoon
small lights flicker on the meth heads at dawn
something's fishy cuz the colours are wrong
hey, you gotta take a loss sometimes
the road it always bumps and winds
the kids are gonna bitch and whine
the truck broke down outside of sault ste marie
he itched for some breakfast so he slept for a while
stood on the corner tryna make a buck
but no one would buy him, and the kitchens denied him
susie went to sudbury got herself a new tv,
the mania was taking control
when she got to the station her heart it started racing
she forgot all that she knows
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