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Took a shit-shoveling job
In lieu of a dream state
Lost, knee deep, compliant for reliable pay
Now I stare into the darkness
where green grasses once grew
And on my front step,
another empty mailbox
Staring down the barrel of
Late-stage capital
My mind it tired, my knees are weak!
Slugging away in the salt mine
Staring down the barrel of
Late-stage capital
My throat is dry, my nose is plugged
Slugging away in the salt mine
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Bebop
04:44
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Every morning we wake up tired and you were there
Attack our feet and hankering for another day
Crying at the door before we even put coffee on
No kitties go outside until after nine am
Once every couple of weeks there was a span of time
Where you’d be out all day and night shining your gentle light
Kids at the schoolyard, all stray bubs were your alibis, alibis,
You showed us all such beauty during your tiny life
We gave you space to roam and be yourself
We watched you learn
You rambled on through out the town
Come now,
Bebop!
Bebop!
You’ve wandered far from home
And now you’re on your own)
We followed you all over town
Everytime you could be found with a new pal
You always knew your way home
With the setting sun
Now the sun sets on you
In the grass you cut your teeth on
(Intro)
Bebop!
Bebop!
(You’ve wandered far from home)
Bebop!
(And now we’re on our own)
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Catch!
04:28
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Tell me secrets that you know
I’ll write em down
Then wait to find out what unfolds
And what goes down
We’re voyeurs first, then liars.. Now
That you know
There’s no hard feelings for the bold
Stares into your window
Cut 'em down
Words are spells
Just looking at you I can tell
That things will come ‘round in the end
Your basic needs
Are ignored
What the hell are best friends for?
If not to leave you in the cold..
By your model I should know
Right from wrong
But I still get hung up at shows
(forgetting words)
To my own songs
Makes me care more about the craft
And less the life
Make good use of what you know
You might be surprised
Cut 'em down
Words are spells
Just looking at you I can tell
That things will come ‘round in the end
Your basic needs
Are ignored
What the hell are best friends for?
If not to leave you in the cold..
Your basic needs
Are ignored
What the hell are best friends for?
If not to save you from the cold
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4. |
Church
05:47
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As long as you know
That something aches in my knees
It ain’t far to go
Where the mountains meet the trees
Cause I looked up and what I saw
Was a river in the sky
It’s dropping heaps of truth on us
It’s changing right before our eyes so,
We believe only what we see
We cast our hopelessness in a bottle
You think your
prayers are answered, but they fall on deaf ears
I’m praying for rain, and that’s something
As long as you know
That those birds up in the trees
Are part of the growth
Mushrooms roots and leaves
Take it out of four wheel drive
Get out and walk yourself up here
Have a look at what’s in it for you
Because I promise it’s worth it
We believe only what we see
We cast our hopelessness in a bottle
You think your
prayers are answered, but they fall on deaf ears
I’m praying for rain, and that’s something
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5. |
Corpse Pose
02:17
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Up to my neck in Godot Syndrome
Now you know
Waiting, let it unfold
Unfold
Well, I don't want to wait anymore
These wind warnings make me choke on the breeze
Whisper cutie nothings
Getting taken out at the knees
Don’t wanna be that, don't wanna be that
That banana
Wanna be that, don’t wanna be that
That banana
For the one who told me roll
up the window, up the window
And bury my head in the snow
You know?
Watch me do it all alone
Track all this shit in my own home
Might have to shut the heat off
Bills are getting hard to atone (for)
That banana
Don't wanna be that, don't wanna be that
That banana
Don’t wanna be that don’t wanna be that
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6. |
Gord
04:56
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You give em all you can give it
So relax, and burn a few
Be nice When you get tired of being you
We’re suffering through the pennies
An excuse of your own design
We’ll see what sticks
When all the cheques have cleared
Yea we're living in a vacuum
Where the walls are high, and the outside fades away
Yea we’re stuck inside a dark room
Where only photos form the every day to day
You try the obvious discourse
Should highlight a path away
But a long tight exhale will have to do
You come equipped to the gunfight,
With nothing but a fork and spoon
One to eat yoru guts the other
Digs your grave
Yeah we’re trapped in an electrolux
We share the bag with dust mites, and spider bones
While we’re talking about vacuums
Please sell me something that will clean my room
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