1. |
Apricot Elbow
03:41
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You got something on your mind
I got something on mine.
You got something on your mind
I got something on mine.
Are we here for a good time?
Are we here for a long time?
Big one comes, we’re on a fault line
Need fresh water for the end times
Stealing cable was no crime
Fire’s licking the skyline.
Are we here for a good time?
Are we here for a long . . .
Hid my cigarettes in the bush,
Got my magazine in the truck
Drinking cold ones with old Dan
Watching re-runs of Roseanne.
You got something on your mind
I got something on mine.
You got something on your mind
I got something on mine.
Are we here for a good time?
Are we here for a long time?
Big one comes, we’re on a fault line
Need fresh water for the end times
Stealing cable was no crime
Fire’s licking the skyline.
Are we here for a good time?
Are we here for a long . . .
Lost all gravity in the rush
All my memories are now fucked
Was I ever with old Dan?
Watching re-runs? Fuck Roseanne.
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2. |
Confuse Bouche
03:12
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I know a little lately
Selling make beliefs
To my little brethren
A single buck a piece
All forms are diminished
So so serious
Portents of what now
And are they for us?
I got all far out west
Yet
Now I'm back in the east
All straight lines circle
It's a tail to mouth tease
You need that little baby
To tell you scary tales
Danger in the manger
About protean males
Been thinking bout the days
Shining bright as stars
Floating through the windshield
Slashing through the tires.
I got all far out west
Yet
Now I'm back in the east
All straight lines circle
It's a tale to mouth tease
Drop that scowl, kid,
Before I drop you
Didn't find what I needed
and I can't get on through
Into malachite nights
Return the s-s-s-same
Smile, California,
Frowns for the arcane.
And I got all far out west
Yet
Now I'm back in the east
All straight lines circle
It's a tail to mouth tease
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3. |
Chalk is Cheap
03:02
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Honesty
Stupidity
The fool goes down
On his bended knee
Where ya going?
From here to here
I’ll be you
and you’ll be me
And I’ll be me
and you'll be you
And where ya going?
From there to there
Walk on, walk on...
Probably
A travesty
Chalk is cheap
& the blackboard’s free
Where ya going?
From here to there
I’ll be me
And you be you
And you’ll be me
And I’ll be you
And where ya going?
From here to there.
Walk on, walk on...
Yeah oh yeah oh yeah
You know it’s true
I’ve got a thing
And it’s a thing for you
Possibly
Destiny
The fool loves you
And so do we
So where ya going?
From there to here?
I’ll be you
And I’ll be me
And I’ll be you
And you’re still me
And where ya going?
From there to here
Walk on, walk on…
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4. |
Poster Child
03:50
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Stuck with absolutes
Trapped in intermission
With the diction for dinosaurs
You’re the Poster Child
Though you’re elderly
Drooling on the carpet
And you’re lost in the flattery
You’re the Poster Child
Can you see 'em?
Social freedom.
Wanna be 'em?
Yr a problem
"Make it new" and
Still getting it wrong.
Social freedom?
Can you see 'em?
Yr a problem
Wanna be 'em?
"Make it new" and
Still getting it wrong
Smells like cantaloupe
In the back of convertible
Well, it's garbage for groceries
You’re the Poster Child
At the library
Smiling with detachment
And you won’t win the lottery
You’re the Poster Child
Can you see 'em?
Social freedom.
Wanna be 'em?
Yr a problem
"Make it new" and
Still getting it wrong.
Social freedom?
Can you see 'em?
Yr a problem
Wanna be 'em?
"Make it new" and
Still getting it wrong
(repeat)
Got the certificate
The proof’s incontrovertible
It's angels for ancestry
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5. |
Talk, Talk, Talk
02:42
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Ain’t got no
Time for the ugly things
I’m talking bout white god
And golden rings
Trouble’s brewing up / underfoot
I’m already misunderstood
I ain’t joking
Just straight stoned toking
Travelled here and there and everywhere
All seems like the county fair
Carnies Candy Cigarettes and Clowns
Lively hopes trampled to the ground
Got the fever you can plainly see
Wish somebody would hold onto me
Make this matter matter more
Hearse is waiting outside your door.
I ain’t joking
Just straight stoned toking
Same today as yesterday
All seems to feel this way
Trouble’s brewing up / underfoot
I’m already misunderstood.
Got no time for the ugly things
I’m talking bout white god and golden rings
Trouble’s brewing up / underfoot
I’m already misunderstood.
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6. |
Banana Splat
04:21
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Driving out to Iona Station
Thinking about Iola Morton
Joe has real estate, Frank can smile great,
Chet makes big mistake (x 4)
Oh and I get aroused
When you get around
And I get around.
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7. |
Hey Grouchy!
03:51
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Hey, Father Dirt, what do you think about church?
Hey, Mother Earth, my Lord is a birch.
What about this future? It's just a modern past.
And you're a goddamned fool if you think it'll last.
We'll all be dust when this ship's sunk.
I got shivers in me timbers...when'll I see my sun?
When I'm treated with respect instead of the bankroll you hold.
Ain't the point of it all to be buried with our gold? Go!
Trees and ice and flint and steel
Went downhill when they made the wheel
'Bout four months now and nineteen days
Alls I've seen is trees and ice.
OoTrees and ice (Oo trees and ice)
Oo flint and steel (Oo flint and steel)
Oo trees and ice (Oo trees and ice)
Oo flint and steel (Oo flint and steel)
Well, forget what you've known
and forget what you've seen
Lost it all with the TV screen
Oo trees and ice (Oo trees and ice)
Oo flint and steel (Oo flint and steel)
Oo trees and ice (Oo trees and ice)
Oo flint and steel (Oo flint and steel)
Oo!
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8. |
Skim Milk Twist
03:06
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C’mon c’mon c’mon
C’mon c’mon c’mon
You got this
C’mon c’mon c’mon
C’mon c’mon c’mon
SKIM MILK TWIST
You made the call
With your last bit of sense (cents?)
There’s no one home
But behind the fence
There’s an old man
He’s got an old withered face
He’s disappeared now without a trace
C’mon c’mon c’mon
C’mon c’mon c’mon
You got this
C’mon c’mon c’mon
C’mon c’mon c’mon
SKIM MILK TWIST
Our cups are full
Right to the brim
We’ve chewed the fat
Till we’re all grim
Love’s got a way
Of holding me in my place
I’m not talking about the facts
Oh no
Oh no
I’m talking about the case.
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9. |
Blind Dolphin
01:58
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They have waited for me
To return to the sea
Can’t swim out that far
So meet me over at the swim-up bar.
Tell me you love me
Tell me you love me
Tell me you love me
Got electrical eyes
Apologize
Light can’t get down in here
Done as your vanity mirror
See the trouble surrounds
The breach is now distance, not the sound
You tell me you love me
Tell me you love me
Tell me you love me
You got electrical eyes
Apologize
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10. |
Wooden Nickel
03:33
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La la la la
Can you feel that tickle
In your pocket?
Wooden Nickel!
Tra la la la
Can you feel that tingle
On your forehead?
We got shingles...
There’s the breeze
Always, usually
Eyebrows to the sky
Those weather people—they lied
You get up, go home
Then call me on the phone.
Say, Davey, y’know what?
It’s not all about you, but a lot of it is, man.
La la la la
Can you feel that tickle
In your pocket?
Wooden Nickel!
Tra la la la
Can you feel that tingle
On your forehead?
We got shingles...
Mosquito buzz
Slap 'em just because
Their music’s not for you
Oh, anthropocentric you.
Here’s our world
Unfurling like a blur.
Do we call it a forfeit?
Or is it our never-ending pet project?
La la la la
Can you feel that tickle
In your pocket?
Wooden Nickel!
Tra la la la
Can you feel that tingle
On your forehead?
We got shingles...
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11. |
Rootbeer, NZ
01:26
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I know a place where we can go
We can get a root beer float
It's Root Beer, New Zealand
I know a place where we can be
Living in harmony
It's Root Beer, New Zealand
I know place where laughter's free
Cheshire Cat's smiling
I know place where we will be
Sleeping 2gether (harm free)
It's Root Beer, New Zealand
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12. |
The Greatest Dane of All
03:34
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Oui
We can
We can
Go out
We are
We are
We are
Far out
The trouble with a mutt, mutt, muttering
Can’t stop my canine sanctifying.
Comes into view
All out of focus:
We. Have. Grown. Snouts.
The trouble with stuttering
Can’t untangle my mistaken identifying
Comes into view
All out of focus
We. Have. Grown. Snouts.
I’m at a loss as far as that goes.
No further loss, No Beecher Stowes.
Eugenic metropolitan woes
Where ravens murder crows murder crows
Lost the plot by the garden hoes
Rot the thought of cutting the toes
In the end it’s like no no no!
When ravens murder crows murder crows
Oui
We can
Weekend.
Go out.
We are
We are
We are
Far out
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13. |
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A problematical drip
Your figurative punch
My faraway eyes
I was yesterday’s lunch
The list will go on
It’s not even writ
Put the notebook down
We’re not done yet
Which one is my Dad’s <3
Which one is my Dad’s <3
Which one is my Dad’s <3
Which one is my Dad’s <3?
A forest with no tweeze
It was a taxation hike
It was a masquerade dance
Turns out it was a fictional fight
The list will go on
It’s not even writ
Put the notebook down
We’re not done yet
Which one is my Dad’s <3
Which one is my Dad’s <3
Which one is my Dad’s <3
Which one is my Dad’s <3?
Longer lasting end
A phenomenal chore
My archival ills
And more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more . . .
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"better than expected"
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