1. |
Game of Erwin, Fifth
04:40
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Everyone born in my town has black hair like coal
when the windows break in the hurricane we board up the doors
ain't no ghost gettin' in
ain't no devil interfering
everyone born in my town was born with that loyal bone
All the cocks crow in tandem, all the train whistles blow
when your back breaks trying to get some you still get up and go
ain't no roads gonna clear
ain't no devil interfering
everyone born in my town was born with that loyal bone
Come on home, come on home
you don't gotta run around
come on home, come on home
you don't gotta run around
(Here's a few things you could think about instead of thinking about your ailment. You could think about kangaroos, you could think about all different kinds and sizes and shapes of (???), you could think about really shiny and gaudy doorknobs. Um, you could think about how cars passing by sometimes sound like famous musicians. You could visualize rain hitting the ground and just listen to that in your head. You could think about Holiday World. Yeah. There's a little list, just some random stuff off the top of my head. It probably won't help very much if at all, but, uh, it's the best I could do.)
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2. |
Long Sleeves
04:13
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Golden sun shines on the neighbors' house
cover up the bruises with my blouse
one looks like a tattoo of your name
how I wish my skin could not be changed
By someone like you,
the trees gave birth to new leaves
pale green grew
'round my arms like long sleeves
blue river salt
ground into my bedsheets
cold as a rock
wrapped me up like long sleeves
Golden halo on my hangover
I wish I could scare you like a bird
sitting on the boathouse dock at dawn
I would love you more if you moved on
Forget me do,
the trees gave birth to new leaves
pale green grew
'round my arms like long sleeves
blue river salt
ground into my bedsheets
cold as a rock
wrapped me up like long sleeves
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3. |
cats & dogs
03:47
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I feel like life's a losing game
you try to win from the minute that you wake
and if you lose, you lose a night's sleep
if you lose, you wind up on 181st street
it's not that I don't like your love,
it's not that I don't want your drugs,
but I was trying to do the right thing
some days I do not feel this way
some days I like it when you text me on the train
tell me what you wanna do to me
tell me what I left at your place
it's not that I don't like your love,
it's not that I don't want your drugs,
I know I'll end up with you either way
and I know she's comin' back
when she comes back I won't have no heart attack!
I will give up on your lovin'
because I saw in comin'
sometimes I get up to no good
I'm just a kid and I act the way I should
but you don't have a way to explain
get in your car and you drive away
it's not that I don't like your love,
it's not that I don't want your drugs
but this will catch up to you someday
and I know she's comin' back
when she comes back I won't have no heart attack!
I will leave out on your lovin'
because I saw in comin'
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4. |
(Record Store)
00:54
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Rode my horse to the record store
watched the sparrows land on the front porch
tied her up to a gatepost
tell me, will you have me yes or no??
yes or no, yes or no
when'd you get so cold
how'd you lose your tender heart
oh, come July I'll be leavin' again
and I don't wanna go back to the start
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5. |
Fruit Yodel in Apt. #2B
03:40
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(I got the best deal in the world for you right now. you just gotta trust me baby. Just fucking--
You're stifling my ambition.
Benny, baby, listen. You wanna know where the big money is you gotta ask me. I know you got a talent. But I got a talent too and my talent is knowin' where the big money is.)
You could absolutely have me if you wanted to
I would let myself get all wrapped up in you
'till the sun can't see my face anymore
'cause it's buried in a blanket of your skin
like the snow
A part of you is cold, baby
and I've been trying to change
I've been trying to face the fire
I didn't want you to know, honey
that I'm cursed with this desire
Grapefruits and oranges and ripe strawberries
will you pick me up when you've got less to carry
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6. |
crazy joe
03:41
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crazy joe always calls me on the phone
wants to use my guitar to put music to his poems
your landlord is supposed to leave you alone
but I can't complain, I don't mind
my rooms converge to reveal
the shape of my body and the color of my flesh
like paint bein' poured on my invisible head
the magnets on the fridge and the big brass bed
I fall in love
with bein' possible to apprehend
I would call me a simple man
stretch my skin to cover up the pots and pans
crazy joe comes knockin', I say I've got plans
and I sit in my chair and I hide
my rooms converge to reveal
the shape of my body and the color of my flesh
like paint bein' poured on my invisible head
the magnets on the fridge and the big brass bed
I fall in love
with bein' possible to apprehend
when I bring you home to see my furniture
you say I've got good bones 'cause you see my worth
there's paint stains all on the light fixtures
but just look at my beautiful life
my rooms converge to reveal
the shape of my body and the color of my flesh
like paint bein' poured on my invisible head
the magnets on the fridge and the big brass bed
I fall in love
with bein' possible to apprehend
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Heaven is where no one can get to me
living in a ball of fluff
people can try to be doctors
but nothing is enough
Oh, infinite peace
I've seen trouble but I always loved God
my fingerless man
he never wants to touch me at all
I was on fire
I was a stone
nobody could get close
Heaven is where no one can get to me
living in a ball of fluff
people can try to be doctors
but nothing is enough
(but by then I'm out of time
and you don't even see)
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8. |
(One Way Telephone)
01:29
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9. |
Blind Confusion
05:55
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if the devil came to me now
he would see that
I did all his work
I've been reckonin' you down
planted your feet
deep in the dirt
on my lawn
please tell me what's going on
or I'll have to draw my own conclusion
if I had any more
you would've gotten it all
but I ran out
just in time for you to fall
if I had any more
you know that it would be yours
If your skeleton could talk
I bet he'd say
it's all my fault
I've been weatherin' you down
drink after drink
into the ground
in my yard
I can't say how but it's hard
I'll have to claim blind confusion
If I had any more
you would've gotten it all
but I ran out
just in time for you to fall
if I had any more
you know that it would be yours
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Bats Nashville, Tennessee
Bats is a band from Nashville, TN. Songs are by Jess Awh, a writer and carpenter who loves oatmeal and other such gruels
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