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midwest son

by j. hubner

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everywhere I go I see your face, every stone unturned I wonder why I kept my mouth shut and turned away, I shut my eyes as you waved goodbye no drugstore has my fix no corner dealer can get me high that bottle of booze just makes me sleep I need you to hit me one more time all the glances I ignored, haunt me all the reasons to not see you, were lies it's far too late to tell you, I'm sorry I might as well stare down a rifle sight
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the king is dead, the queen is wet, the kingdom bled...i am the kaiser the sultan of sad, is a college fad good girl gone drab...i am the kaiser oh, the captain's arc pissed on the artistic spark so, you walk away carolina's not gonna get on her knees and beg, today. if reason speaks, in hi fi peaks, we side with the freaks...i am the kaiser in god we mourn, her beauty's thorn my soul is worn...i am the kaiser
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who am i to judge your motivations, who am i to spit on your beliefs (what comes around goes around wanna get high let's go downtown) if you harbor any ill resentments, let me put those thoughts to bed (when you die you can laugh a spell as i get drunk on my way to hell) (tell 'em all i said hey, i may be burning but i did it my way) this is my right of passage this is my call to arms there is no great american novel there is no great american song
4.
in the brine 02:27
your raincoat fits nice, like a soldier in a slow fight the stars always seem bright, when your trying to hide out of sight details fog the busy mind unsuccessful at being unkind you burn the contracts you never signed good intentions saved in the brine
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what do you see, buzzing in the fortune spring you can't see him smiling, under his beard of bees stars break the silent flee, running past the nightmare's gleam hiding in a nighttime plead buzzing blanket beard of bees the children talk in an asthma wheeze delegating their mannered glee so enclosed from the pasture's breeze singing with his beard of bees the monarch swings and gnashes his teeth opposes laughing in the streets the children bite and scratch the king they sing and pray, the beard of bees
6.
midwest son 03:23
something to put your bones in there's nothing left of essence they couldn't get our tempered wheeze down you were scared to let it break down of all the battles you faced even the sun was in your eyes we all squinted and you were gone are we ever ready to die turned soil, earth becomes your way out closed casket, planted in the clay ground midwest son, pardons what you've done.
7.
lost at sea 03:10
i was cast out from the shore i was swallowed by a deep sea roar all my capital in love all my capital in love years went by and i washed up you found me driftwood dry in a tea cup taken home by a beacon-lighted soul dug out from my darkened beach damp hole
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the touch 05:18
just another charlatan sun just another false engagement blood flows like everyday words we struggle to try and retain it we move along with stagnant reflex never care to feel the pain morose conditions tell us to smile ignore the signs, ignore the rain I'm, so desperate for the touch (that only you can give me) I'm, so desperate for the touch (that only you can give me) I'm, so desperate...
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you been acting on an empty stage you been trying to read an empty page (you're just a lonely kity, mama said what a pity) you been looking for answers in the flames all you're getting are ashes and the blame (you're just a purring pity, jesus moved to the city) all you need is a chesshire tweed a smoking gun and a wound to bleed you wrote the book, or the book wrote you the words they choke, they stick like glue I got the answers in the back room they're guarded by your doom and gloom just make it up as you go you're better off with the less you know
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what was it that you said under kodachrome skies borrowing breath from turnstiles while avoiding mental landmines you hid your feelings like meaning in the fine print soured the memories you held no room on your plate for the bitter mint you sang "Juniper, Saigon" like a cherub in the nightscape fever dreams haunt your mantra eyes closed you touch the peeled grapes closetful of hand-me-down smiles pick me ups and bitter pills overdose on lonely dark miles the blankets gone now you've got the chills that's the way it goes(anybody knows)
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seasick 03:17
take a swing at my pitiful face i'm no match for a fall down drunk there's a surprise in every box i waved on as the ship sunk she found love in the bargain bin half off those funny feelings maybe it's not the prettiest it's good enough to get her reeling seasick seraphine paint the simple broad strokes down the center line lost the motivation to move on when the Philistine drowned in the Rhine
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flac jacket 02:53
she's a walk on the moon lightweight and dark all around she's a conversation in black words spill but not a sound take the lead in your own play take the hit in your own way dream may come and dreams may go it's not what you do it's what you know he's wearing his flac jacket just a snub nose tennis racket told the mayor to zero the dividend and marry the poor the Mercedes Benz

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written and recorded over the course of two years, Midwest Son has been a labor of love. songs ranging from scrappy to symphonic, Midwest Son covers all of the many musical loves that have inspired and moved j. hubner to write music. this is the second record released under j. hubner, following 2010s Life In Distortion. check out goodbyewave and sunnydaymassacre to hear more by j. hubner.

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released April 3, 2013

all music on this album was written, performed, recorded, and mixed by j. hubner on a Korg D-1600 digital multi-track recorder. the album was mastered by mark hutchins at new haven sound lab in new haven, in.

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Midwest ghost making sounds for your next existential crisis.

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