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Flowers
06:01
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bring me flowers
bring me the stars
it will pale to the gold and silver spirits
I can find down in the bars
so bring me whiskey
if there's none I'll take gin
then I'll forget that you love me
and I'll betray you again
please, let me take it from the top
please, I can't make myself stop
she felt like the wrong side of the tracks in heaven
bring me a goodbye
bring me your last wish
all the past is better than me
and all my shame is selfish
got the arrow to your heart
the bow on my end
I want to be broken I want to be bent
I want to be on the wrong side of heaven again
please, let me take it from the top
please, I can't make myself stop
she felt like the wrong side of the tracks in heaven
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2. |
Clouds
04:14
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I see my face when I look in the mirror
but I see someone else when I close my eyes
what a world of regret coming after me
what a sharp toothed critic got me falling to my knees
look to the sky
look disappointed
blue but not the clouds
that you wanted
when I'm damp hearted
and gloomed out
I get my dog dreams of youth
and I spit them out
champagne skies on a moonless night
don't say I didn't try to put that spark back in your eye
I can't see my face when I sleep and dream
but I can hear my heart beat when I saint or blaspheme
look to the sky
look disappointed
blue but not
the clouds that you wanted
when I'm damp hearted
and gloomed out
I get my dog dreams of youth
and I spit them out
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3. |
Dust In My Eyes
03:32
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don't say hey
I'm already walking away
don't say hi
cause I've got dust in my eyes
Hey, what's your planet baby blue
got a bad moon rising just for you
turkey shoot me through the eye
and I'll flip on a dime throw on a new disguise
cause I got just what you need
no I don't but you want to pretend at least
I'm throwing shapes at my own speed
hey don't dance don't try to dance with me
don't say hey
I'm already walking away
don't say hi
I've got dust in my eye
I've got a few more tries at least
I'm outta coin so pass the pocket grease
or lend me one, five, eight, or ten
and I'll lay you out in the pocket again
so run run run take a drag or two
I really don't wanna dance with you
I got no more bones to roll
you might of dug me a grave but I'm not getting in the hole
don't say hey
I'm already walking away
don't say hi
I've got dust in my eye
come on honey, come on babe
come on sweetheart, show me some leg
come on peaches, come on honey
come on my pet, bring me the money
I can't talk to you I got dust
I can't talk to you right now
there's a scorpion in my eyes
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5. |
Will Do & Thank You
04:27
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6. |
Nancy Drew
05:02
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I swear my Houdini's hat
and the warm western winds
that this here in my hand aint mine
I'm just holding on to it for a friend
I mean oo de lally golly what a day
I'm just here on my stoop listening to the game
are you the sheriff round here
why don't you kick off those shoes and join me for a beer
cause I swear on Orion's Belt
and my friend Nancy Drew
if you turn in the badge and quit this gig
you might just get your soul back from the pigs
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7. |
The Poet Mac
02:36
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shut the fuck up
pull up a chair
welcome to the last good time
the summers gotten colder
your boxing days are over
you solid gold bastard, you swine
I'll die of the rotgut
but you'll take my hand
cause these fluorescent motel whiskey cable nights are
the best that I've ever had
don't fucking laugh
I'll cut out your tongue
and leave it in a motel washrag
this pool isn't heated but I'm
naked and underneath it
I'm gunna go to this party but I'm gunna go stag
I'll die of the rotgut
but you'll take my hand
cause these fluorescent motel whiskey cable nights are
the best that I've ever had
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8. |
Dilute It Down
04:25
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I hear the morning brewing in my dreams so I
try my best to stay asleep
there's no use hanging on that night's sweet breath
when the sun is busy bringing in the day
so I open up my eyes and forget every starry sky
that ever walked upon my worried mind
and there's a thought inside of my head
its better off not being said
so dilute it down for me
an orchard of bruises
for the one that looses
this game of hearts
in the lonesome dark
I feel the dark coming on strong so I
ask the day to stay
that lonely golden sun may got heaven under his thumb
but the moon she's asking to get paid
so I close my eyes
as the light leaves the skies
and the stars all take their place
and there's a thought inside of my head
thicker than blood heavier than lead
so dilute it down for me
an orchard of bruises
for the one that looses
this game of hearts
in the lonesome dark
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Scorpion
05:57
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the wet clouds wait for the sky to halt
and when it don't, brims
swims away the hours gathered at the waist like flowers
wastes away and starts again
Nobody is Lucky
hold steady in this tender time
its alright to loose
so why not give it a try
hold steady in this tender time
the earth glass globe
filled with heat and hope
hanging from spider rope
dying on my breast but oh I haven't tried my best
there is always a philosophy
for a lack of courage and an evil streak
when it all gets bleak
I want you to think
oh how lucky
if love is a duel well then
all the better to loose
all the best assholes are cowboys
but the best poets are fools
Nobody is Lucky
Lady Luck smile on my fate
toss a coin in my cup and I'll bet the race
dogs, dice, cards, or third base
just want to see her face
seen the derby cars dance in the dirt pit
a band hand turn good when the ace hit
winning strike land in the catcher mitt
just want to see her face
I'm all in on a slot machine big jewel
three in a row chewy red or horse shoe
I'm a scorpion drowning in a big pool
just want to see her
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10. |
Spyscraft
04:41
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now this story starts about thirty years ago
"you're not getting out of it this time' she said
as she stood directly adjacent to my great grandmother
(a hell of a fucking dame)
she stood adjacent to her credenza
I had positioned that credenza in the left hand corner of my office
facing the door
since I'd assumed the tenentship of my office
thirteen years prior
"as of this morning 11:45 I am retired"
I replied as I quietly unholstered
Old Frankie
I knew of course that she'd shoot first
but I knew as well, that I'd shoot a hell of a lot better
"then I guess you'll die unemployed" she replied
as she fired a bullet right into the face of my
new gold watch
"Damn, I guess I'm out of time" I said
and you know the rest...
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I'm no saint but I damn well tried
you live a skiball life you get a top shelf prize
seems that I am damn well out of time
so bury me in my trench coat with old Frankie by my side
if you save me up a slice that'd be velvet
one last ride through the countryside, don't forget your helmet
a cannonball between my teeth and a farewell in my eyes
it seems I'm out of time
grand horizons fill your skies
I'm no saint but at least I tried
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11. |
Fat Jack
04:24
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I am a hung man
I fear death by water
It's a fast city
and don't jack look grand
with his raincoat full of smokes
a crucifix in his hand
I sing for my supper
oh I lick for my love
my dance card is always full
I'm made of that deep macho stuff
Its a fast city
and don't jack look pretty
in his coat made of mirrors
and his fast round with pity
I am a great hero
and you're all villains and swine
I got a house full of fat angels
and Judas on the other line
I've got my union card
I'm Rip Van Winkles son
I speak in seasons and circles
oh I speak until I'm done
I am a hung man
I fear death by water
woah, galactic jack
slip off them lonesome boots and tip your old hat
you aint got no rough or rowdy ways
you got some pressed flowers in some dog-eared days
woah, galactic jack
oh my fat jack (fast, fast city)
its a fast city
and don't jack look great
in a hat made of flowers
and his face red with debate
I am Paul Bunyan
and I'm squinting at the flannel sky
I'm the velvet prize in your eyes
Its a fast city
when you're young and full of heart
I am Victor Hugo
tiger-eyed in the reflective dark
I am a great hero
and you're all just villains and swine
I like a certain kind of party
and this one just aint mine
where are the dancing girls
where are the aperitifs
the grenadine the calamine lotion
the rocks the olives in the drinks
and I'm a hung man
I fear death by water
woah, galactic jack
slip off them western boots and tip your old hat
you aint got no rough or rowdy ways
you got some dog-eared days
woah, fat jack cut me some slack (fast, fast city)
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12. |
Warmb
04:34
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WARMB
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13. |
Spaceman Pt.I
06:19
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some dreams
deep in the fold and far away
buried beneath the hours of the day
some days
quick as a flash and very near
to never disappear
lap up at the fats of midnight
slew across the kitchen floor
tastes sweet in the dark
hey barman pour me up a lark
hat bowed low and brimming low
hey barman pour me...
Hello Everybody,
this is going to be the album version of this song
so I better get it goddamn right
you know that feeling? let me back up
I'm autistic so I'm not going to judge you
if you don't know about feelings
It took me until I was about 12 1/2 years old
well, I forget myself, so
well you know how the things that they happen when
you move into a new place
and everybody's bipolar and that's including you so its cool its all good
well, I mean its probably bad but it feels good
and you've got some chickens
and you meet this new housemate and you make a blood pact
you'll be best friends forever
but now her grandmas over and her husband
and I think she said they were going to leave but they haven't left
they keep rearranging the kitchen
well you know the feeling where she works the night shift so
she's up till five in the morning every night
and she can't modulate the volume of her own voice
well, I forget where I'm going with this...
you know that feeling
when you're going to buy a homestead in a year and a half
and by buy I mean pay a rent of about $12 a month plus utilities and
some goats, and ducks, and chickens, and ducks, and crawdads
anyway
I love you don't forget to pirate our album
I think I need to go lie down now
goodbye everybody
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Max Borax Santa Cruz, California
hello, we are a band.
Sam. vocals, writer, rhythm guitar
Ian. bassist, recording engineer,
producer
Smiley. Saxophone, best dressed Borax
Will. vocals, writer, lead guitar
Greg. Drums, shaker savent, keeper of the snare
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