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The Shill
02:52
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We’re all in this together
So at least lie and say you are my friend
See I can only show you
What you need to see
So as to not turn you off from me
I know I said I’d promise
To be there til the start
Of the end
We’re all in this together so at least lie and say you are my friend
You are my friend.
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2. |
Big Screen
04:16
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white cat caught in a curtain
as her gown hangs to the ground
beside the gravel road he's runnin down
cuz he's the one who likes to be
in charge of his own magazine
she done it to him years before
but paid the price and nevermore
until today she caused quite a scene,
she's flipping through those
pages as he screams
I'll run away, until I hit the big screen
black dog in the doorway
of the circus tent she calls her home
away from home but
when she's home
she never ever calls it
while she's there she'll hang her hair
down on her knees she aims to please
sells fantasies to
any man who'll buy it
I'll run away until I hit the big screen
papers print the pictures
of the padlocks on the palace gates
dogs cry as the players wait
to feed the news and sell the waste
to scores of poor sad
sentimental victims
stories stream the skies above
the city sinks through pools of ink
bleed musings of a man who lost his hand
in some mad automobile
wreck that damn near killed him
I'll run away until I hit the big screen
red sun sets her eyes upon
the headlines hailing hangings
held by witches turning tricks
and telling tales and leaking lies
so strange and horrible
you never would believe her
blue haze haunts the hillside houses
wailing ailing apparition's spouse's blouse
is blowing in the breeze you know
i don't believe in ghosts
but if I saw one
I'd probably fall over
I'll run away until I hit the big screen
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3. |
Bandz
04:00
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we were talkin bout that scene in the city
she said god these fuckin bands are so cliquey
its like a high school dance these fucking bands in the city
all the cool kids watching each other get busy
all my friends they got bands
gonna let me sit in next weekend
my friends all got bands
and they got a bunch of synths in the basement
and the record everything onto tape, man
and they're gonna have to find a replacement
for the bassist when his other band makes it
all my friends they got bands
gonna let me sit in next weekend
my friends all got bands
we grew up with the guy owns the venue
and his girlfriend's the one that you book through
the promoters a tool but we know him from school
he's been talking about starting a band now too
all my friends they got bands
gonna let me sit in next weekend
my friends gotta bands
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4. |
Rock & Roll St.
03:57
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Please tell us all again about your feelings
how they break so easily
like the windows on rock & roll street
god bless the mess you always left behind you
oh baby, please
as if happy were something to be
please tell us all again about your feelings
how they fake so easily
like the lovers on rock & roll street
fell for the hells that felt a lot like heavens
buried your head in the clouds
burned your lips on the kisses came down
baby won't you sing along with me
honey won't you hum along with me
Keil ain't ya ever gonna finish filming
something we all get to see
in the theaters on rock & roll street?
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5. |
Cousin Dud's Pub Song
02:24
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Oh she moved to Chicago
from Kensington Harbor
expecting magnificent miles
but she wound up in Pilsen
and got into pills and
she let herself go
for a while
singin fuck yeah hi fid-lee-dee
I'm just trying to put my mind at ease
fuck yeah hi fid-lee-dee
and the fat man says,
"hey, do you wanna
come drip in the sauna
with me?"
oh it's long been a fad
since i was a lad
that you move
to the city to live
then you lease
a rental and
burn out your 20's
until you hit 30's
and kids,
then you tie up the tubes
and go looking for schools
in a district with money to spend
and you say that you will
but you never do really
get back to the places ya been
then it's fuck yeah hi fid-lee-dee
can't make the forest for my family tree
fuck yeah hi fid-lee-dee
I ain't got no love song for this city
and this city got no love song for me.
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6. |
No Name Smoke Shop
03:04
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They're proud to be American
they remember 9/11
they got the sale on the Benson & Hedges
$11.47 a pack
at the no name smoke shop
on the state line
by the adult bookstore
with the glass pipes
some yellow grinned 2006-er
he's wavin a scratch off ticket in a picture
taped to the counter by the Power Ball numbers
big check big smile big life big winner
crucifix Zippos and candy bars
600 minute international calling cards
strip mall Chines buffet culture wars
e-cigarettes and replacement parts
at the no name smoke shop
on the state line
by the adult bookstore
with the glass pipes
past the cornfield stubble
and the snowy pines
freeway exit
do we have the time?
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7. |
Kandy, Thumb Out
04:06
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Jimmy cracks scorn
out on the corner
of 4th and Main
standing outside
Spring Hill Mall
laughing in the rain
he needs a ride
and he don't care
how you drive
Kandy thumbed out
there on the corner
of 4th and Main
standing outside
Spring Hill Mall
window shopping
in the rain
she needs a ride
to her best friend's
house
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8. |
A Day at the Races
02:22
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The rain hissed like static on an old radio
there’s less expected of you on days the sun don’t show
the oil made rainbows on the rain soaked road
oh, to be so colorful
I’m gonna go out to the races, gonna watch the horses run
losing it can burn, but burning’s half the fun
we can all be somebody’s sun
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9. |
Boy with the Golden Toe
04:40
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don't you go and stub your toe
on those habits you kick
you got the brains of brick
you got the plenty of licks
as a kid just a shame
not a one of em sticked
and if you go and cut your palms
stick to the barbs that you know
and the nails that you're shown
as you kick through the snow
when you know your
the boy with the golden toe
finally went and hung your head
but it took you a while
you found your new drop style
kept your old rope smile
yeah they ask for an inch
and ya give em a mile
and no one's gonna make your bed
when you're sheets to the wind
you're unoriginal sin
heard it played out before
but you swore yeah by god
that you'd do it again
got on and roll, holy roller, roll
pushin and shovin for fortune and love
hopin luck saves your lack of control
roll, holy roller roll
tongue's on the floor
but we got higher hopes
for your soul
baby's got a brand new bag
but the tag is a lie
she got ya rollin the dice
she got the snake in her eyes
sheddin skin on a whim
gettin high on the prize
and you win some you lose some
and some you just gotta let go
back to somethin they know,
let em give up the ghost,
let em know your
the boy with the golden toe
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10. |
West of Western
05:22
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All the old dogs of the wars
they don't do drive through static
its coffee at the counter
drink it in dining room
the uniforms
are hangin up in the attic
hoping they won't need
to wear em too soon
and all those young cats
got the real fast food habit
driving around
kickin wrappers down at their feet
and all the old dogs
are sayin man
we really used to have it
the kids say i don't
ever want that to be me.
find me west of Western
chasing the frog throated dog
up and down the blvd
i'll be one less pedestrian
send the city some regards from me
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11. |
Seloh
03:33
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you won't always read my name
through the buckshot holes
in the mailbox on the old whiskey road
you won't always hear the screaming
of the children chasing paper dolls
got caught up when the dairy winds'd blow
they picked up all the coins after the auction
when they fell out of my pockets
through the holes i didn't know
cuz it ain't my farm no more
cars parked in the pasture
there aint no more flags to capture
and the hay bales
they won't ever look so big
no one sleeping in the basement
and the barn needs to be painted
the wont ever cast the past in cinder pig
it gets taken with the harvest and it don't go very far
unless yer heart can find a place to carry it
there's a hole behind the house
where we put the broken milk bottles down
and if you find em in the ground
lay me there and tell em i don't wanna be found
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12. |
Lothario
03:38
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I'm a gutter Casanova
a street sweeper of emotion
I'm in the garage
building an ocean for you
Make love to The Stoners
die of indecent exposure
now I'm a nova
burning brightest for you
Things I say I'll never do
things I say and never do
things I say will never do
things I say are never true
I got hearts I can't even count
so if you wake up to the sound of it all
I'm in the back yard
digging a mountain for you
I'm the shill of vanity fair
that ain't the smell of the kids smokin' vanilla over there
I'm at the Dairy Queen
burning the prairie for you
Things I say I'll never do
things I say and never do
things I say will never do
things I say are never true
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Randy's 2 old fer this shit
too young to retire and he's too broke to quit
so he sits and complains through the whole goddamn shift
yeah Randy's 2 old he's 2 old fer this shit.
says his heart just ain't in it no more
its a lifetime gone by since he walked through that door
there were Pantera tickets he wanted to score
this or Dutch Glow Wood Milkin' the furniture store
pushin change at the Shell ain't no gas,
you don't need no ID Randy won't even ask
slidin' kids cigarettes through the bullet proof glass
that they don't even need man this town ain't that bad
Randy's 2 old fer this shit
too young to retire and he's too broke to quit
he was young once thought life had so much more in store fer him
oh but now Randy's 2 old fer this shit
and now it's to late to change any of it
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14. |
Infinity Pools
05:07
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I am the cool blue
of the pool
I am the ocean too,
I am the salt tides
crackin your lips
and washing over you,
I am your hometown
far from the coast
lets make the most of it,
I am a sunspot
glacial eraser
I’m a great lake.
I only swim
infinity pools now
I'm gonna live
forever
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15. |
Spring Song
03:58
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you opened up yer windows
and the sun is shining
you've had yer show with the mirrors and smoke
and the wind gets in where the cigarettes been
spring yeah yer breathing again
it shouldn't be such a chore to live yer life happily
and if life's so precious
why don't the sun burn a hole in yer eye?
and why don't the rivers change course when you cry?
spring yeah you fell fer the lie
blue bird gon' sing not like the crows
talk like they know everything
and if talk's so cheap
why can't you ever just make what ya mean?
and wasn't it words cost ya everything?
spring ain't it hard to believe
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16. |
Courtney Loves
02:56
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Courtney loves everybody
she collects the car keys
on saturday nights
when she throws her house parties
she loves everybody
that's why she never lets 'em drive
courtney loves everybody like saturday night
it gets so damn hard to be the life of the party
but courtneys a star, see,
and she don't even drink
but courtney still loves a good stumbler
theres ice in the tumbler
and liquor underneath the sink
courtney loves screening
her best homemade movies
at like three when yer tryin to sleep
then its eggs and pancakes for breakfast
and pills for your head if
thats what your head needs
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17. |
Poison for the Punchbowl
03:50
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Courtney kicked me out of the party last night
fact I didn't even get past the porch
brought that fine J. Bavet but she wouldn't let me stay
said I ain't welcome here any more
you can't show up with a bunch of drunk
and uninvited people I don't know
it's all in good fun, til someone comes
and fucks it up for everyone so yeah Randy you'd better go
if yer looking for trouble you can
take it to the vfw and honey drink with the soldiers instead
what a hemlock hot mess in her orange poppy sundress
numbed my heart to see her so good
she was lookin so mean standin there in the screen door
arms crossed like only she could
you can't show up with a bunch of drunk
and uninvited people I don't know
it's all in good fun, til someone comes
and fucks it up for everyone so yeah you'd better go
if yer looking for trouble you can
take it to the vfw and maybe they won't tell ya no
they were shaking their keys and they were singin in the kitchen
i could tell things were just getting good
but Courtney said no we don't need any more
poison for the punch bowl
you can't show up with a bunch of drunk
and uninvited people I don't know
it's all in good fun, til someone comes
and fucks it up for everyone so yeah you'd better go
and we didn't want no trouble so we
took it to the vfw and got drunk with the soldiers instead,
yeah we drank with the soldiers instead
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18. |
Lynne & Bill 4ever
04:15
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Rust on the bridge in this town of laundromats and drive-thrus
there sits another broken engine, there lies another broken engineer
there goes another broken highway gone for anywhere but here
rust on the bridge
where they spray painted it in blue
2002 god called fer you
but i'll see you in heaven
Lynne & Bill forever
street lights on rock street army green and bloodshot red
and in the middle is the gold we only get when the whiskey hits our heads
we blast off from scratch off gas stations break our bread with fountain drinks
pull down the plastic skirts of pine trees man it keeps our dirty souls clean
our eyes are blackened like the windows
of the warehouse had the fire we all watched it burn
you'll have missed a bunch but not so much we can't catch up in heaven
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Bill's Song
04:35
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Lynne quits smokin twenty times a day
you can tell what kind of night she had by the way her records lay
on her shelves she got the shells from that beach in Saint Tropez
She says money's been hell lately but I can't wait to see it again
I wish the ocean sounded more like her in the morning
I remember when I met her I was fillin up
at the Exxon Mobil that her daddy owned
she was lockin up the cage with the propane tanks
I held the door open for her and she said thanks
I wish the ocean sounded more like Lynne sellin' propane
We were gettin high at her place when the towers fell
She was twistin up a joint suckin caramel
They were jumpin from the windows didn't float so well
She said all my dreams of flying never felt like hell
I wish the ocean sounded more like Lynne talkin' candy
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