1. |
Whittle Me
02:52
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Disconnect my head, no more dread
Disconnect my heart, startle me no more
wrap your loving arms around me
deliver me from harm
cut off all my legs so I wont run away
it's plain as a paper bag you're fine as a firing line
it's clear as you're standing here I'm flawed
but you could whittle me down to something
cut me here you can cut me there
silver scissor cut off all my hair
whittle me down to something
something
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2. |
Better Days
03:36
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it's in the blood and show the dirt
down on E, it may not work
at least we tried to get it out
a subtle rumble and not a shout
be it a rumble underground
or just a mumble to toss around
might we've had better days
might we've had something to say
a gain of ground and then retreat
from the sound I want to hear
I may be wrong but that's ok
I'll probably live to try again
if there's a problem I'll concede
Ill probably live to try again
made a living of settling
nothing given nothing taken
even out, sand it down
long for the edges no longer 'round
still have records to grind away
till there's nothing left to play
okay I care about you
what's it to ya
I clean your clock and I polish shoe
don't ask for much but when I do
It means too much, can't take the guff
sits to real, hits too tough
might we've had better days
might we've had something to say
might we've had better days
might we've had something to say
it's in the blood and show the dirt
down on E it may not work
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3. |
Flailing Away
03:37
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Pants of fire, healing wine
On the search for sweet Adaline
Climbing trees, rolling in the weeds
Flailing away, flailing away, flailing away, flailing away
Forget me now love me in time
Someday succumb, eventually mine
All this drivel has my tongue
Flailing away, flailing away, flailing away, flailing away
She’s no cherry in a bowl, she’s the cherry on my soul
Lips like cherries, eyes that roll
She can twist a tune that’ll turn the moon
From grey to gold
Dancing rains, soak the plain
I’m tango splashed and puddle stained
Rose in teeth, wobbly kneed
Flailing away, flailing away, flailing away, flailing away
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4. |
No More Singing
03:36
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It’s a three-time situation, it’s a laughable combination
Of dancing weaves and jabs but no swinging
No more singing
From your face the sweat is peeling and the cracks up on the ceiling
Keep on spreading
The gravy boat has sailed and the gravy it is stale and its congealing
The company is reeling and I don’t know how to deal
With all the dust upon the records we are spinning
No more singing
A twist a waltz a tango a habanero mango hot sauce feeling
I try to find my corner but we’re closer to the border than we’re admitting
I don’t want to scare you but I’ve got to find a way
Of tearing you a new one without spilling
I don’t need a lecture cuz I have a perfect picture
Of how it’s supposed to feel without you telling me
No testament to terror could capture the inherent chill that’s in the air
Or the comfort and despair, the comfort and despair to which we’re clinging
No more singing, no more singing…
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5. |
Hummingbird
03:19
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Words crawlin’ outta my ears they got tears on ‘em
Pearls stringing along, catfish I caught ‘em
Trying hard to hear, going down to the bottom
Hope and shaking fears, you bet I got ‘em
Almost coaxed me outta my shell, thank god for the firing squad
Almost made me feel at ease, there’ll be no more of that
Too many chances under the trance
Dance on the table sans the pants
A bare ass of regret, a treat to detriment
An instigated bandy-legged fool
Its your call said the little voice as if I had a choice
One silent round shut it down, there’ll be no more of that
A need to recuperate, a need to reformulate
Handy dandy cowboy cream, soothe my aching genes
Bloody double barrel blast, obliterate the past fast
I saw a hummingbird then it was gone
Maybe you could show me your wound
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6. |
Know I Do
03:27
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Pray away the dwindling day a lonesome thing for sure
Rain outside turning to ice, at least in here it’s warm
Coffee is old, sitting cold, tastes like kerosene
Choke it down wince a bit, dribble on my jeans
*Hail my stereo
Forgotten love, overdue shine, undying riff and rhyme
f-holes and sleepy soul, grooves of fire and wine
birds bones slinky cats, sticks and stones so fine
gutter growls a wolf that howls, resurrection time
I don’t need you know I do
I don’t need you know I do
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7. |
Daisy
03:23
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Daisy was a dancer, man the girl could twirl
She was so inspiring I thought I'd take a whirl
Oh how I crashed and burned
Everybody feels the same way
Everyone is to blame
Everyone beats their wife and cheats at cards and needs to cry
Shelly was a liar, Shelly surely lied
The night she told the truth was the night that Shelly died
It was a terrible night
Everybody dies at Christmas time
Look at all the creepin' grief
Everyone commits a heinous crime
And noone gets off easy
Vernita took a turn, I had to turn away
The bridges that she burned could not be built again
She could not comprehend
There's no one that's immune to time
No one is immune
Everybody has a deep regret and a premonition of doom
I wandered all around I wandered to and fro
Searching for a sound lower that I know
But I dropped it down too low
Oh yes I'm the great pretender with nothing up my sleeve
I coulda been a contender if only I believed it
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8. |
Wages Of The Day
03:12
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Timing our frustrations with the way it's supposed to be
Fighting obligations with a bottle and a twang
Running at me sideways hitting you with everything
Kicking back and slipping past the wages of the day
How many times must I apply How many love songs can I write
Scribble scrawl and fuss and fight before I get one right
What the devil is going on you know I'd love it all night long
If we could only slide along the wages of the day
I won't cuss and I wont bite, I won't fill you up with lies
I'll be the perfect gentleman in each and every way
It's a weird and perfect thing it doesn't have to burn or sting
It only has to factor in the wages of the day
You won't have to scrimp and save - You won't have to shave your legs
We'll never work on Saturday - We'll never chase the latest craze
We'll write our name on every page - And share the wealth that comes with age
Simply amble to the stage - Paint the town all blue and beige
Tip the waitress with what we make - She makes less than minimum wage
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But she makes more than me
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9. |
Look At Me Now
04:30
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Look at me now, show me no love
Put me in my place don’t place me above you
Give me no grace, don’t hold your tongue
Look at this face hanging from this skull
What do I gotta do, what am I gonna do
What is it you want me to do, what do I wanna do
Ages in the way I strum make it hard to even start
Wish you could hear the notes that flit and dart inside my heart
Perfect picture on the page makes like everything’s ok
A huddle round the campfire with coffee and IPA
Little minutes come and gone, little voice inside my ear
Big regrets and little ones, little liars everywhere
Echo crawling through the trees, hollering across the breeze
But it don’t sound like me anymore
Climbing unfamiliar hills, I can hear the whippoorwill
I know it’s still the same one as before
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