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Long ago things to be Ive got a garden hose and a color tv I’ve got time on my hands I’ve got time on my hands nobody cares what i do Long ago things to do I’ve got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew I’ve got work to get done I’ve got work [...]
well there ain’t nobody left to impress and everyone’s kissing their own hands this 666 on the kitchen floor ain’t no fire in the pan I get lonesome… so glad to be a slab stiff as a stick on a board I get thoughts and dirty socks piled in the corner I get lonesome… getting [...]
fourteen rivers, fourteen floods bend your body to the heavens above don’t get drunk, don’t get dry just bring your money next saturday night forteen miles on a Teton trail with a half-dead mule and nothin’ on my mind all my life I been talkin’ fast takin’ all the things that I shoulda let pass [...]
close your eyes and see water sliding up the back of your head folding into your clothing covering eveything you said climb up into no one’s gonna miss you dried up on the shoreline drinking everything you said offering food to the ladies pulling down animals in trees (?) climb up into no one’s gonna [...]
stand outside with a suitcase (there’s a forcefield round my neck) walk around all the while (and it stands just where I sat) look at the people driving backwards (and the stance I took on that) no particular style (leaves that forcefield round my back) don’t let it get near you don’t let it get [...]
definitely this is the wrong place to be there’s blood on the futon there’s a kid drinking fire going down to the sea they got people to meet shaking hands with themselves looking out for themselves when they ask you for credit give them a branch when they want you to get it chew on [...]
seventeen years in the city static clinging to the ceiling never did I think it would come to this (outcome is different than I expected) never did I think it would come to this (outcome is different than I expected) bright cops and cheerleaders eyebrows painted on their heads a mouthfull of rotting cavities drinking [...]
you’re just the girl of my dreams but it seems my dreams never come true you’re just the girl of my dreams but it seems my dreams never come true I first met you down on lover’s lane the birds were insane flapping all about softly you would sing swinging in your swing it wasn’t [...]
I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids the world is your oyster and the trashbags are your kids the ceiling is invisible there’s a bird sinkin’ through the sky and every hour that passes is teachin me how to cry cuz it’s lonely here in the ugly part of town the buildings are [...]
your brains went black when she took back her love and put it out into the sun the birds did fly when the heavens all went dry and the cigarettes were smoking by themselves she’ll do anything she’ll do anything she’ll do anything to make you feel like an asshole call her name she looks [...]
go where you want to do the things you feel walk around with a broken leg and a hundred-dollar bill get yourself a pistol get yourself a dog stay up all night getting drunk sleeping on a hollow log walk ’til you’re restless sleep ’til you’re tired wake up without thinking you’re the one that [...]
there’s nobody there’s no mountain there’s no tunnel you can’t get from there to here you can’t get from here to there [repeat] there hasn’t been a change in the atmostphere (nothing twistin round, burnin down, come around) there hasn’t been a change for over a year (slidin through, divided through, hiding you) there hasn’t [...]
open up the door lay the orange juice on the floor we’re having a picnic on the other side of town there’s sleeping bags and fire and it’s getting down to the wire so grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile ’cause its getting hard to think and my clothes are starting to shrink [...]
go back home bury my load yellow cat layin’ flat on the road it’s been so long since I’ve been gone ziplock bag holdin’ my comb
from these shores where we belong I have seen the the land beyond where the Lord is strange and strong I have seen the the land beyond there’s no telling who’ll be dead when the pale horse is turning red and the tongues will burn in vain and everything will feel the same there’s no [...]