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some other sun
02:59
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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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2. |
I am the kaiser
02:51
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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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3. |
the new americans
04:07
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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
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4. |
in the brine
02:27
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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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5. |
beard of bees
03:10
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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
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6. |
midwest son
03:23
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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.
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lost at sea
03:10
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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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8. |
the touch
05:18
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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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9. |
infinite latitudes
03:29
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the book wrote you
02:59
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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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11. |
the way it goes
05:47
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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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12. |
seasick
03:17
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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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13. |
flac jacket
02:53
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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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j. hubner Warsaw, Indiana
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