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The Crunch of a Carrot
03:23
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Blueberry bushes flourish in forests
I pluck their violet bodies
Like God left them there for me
Forget the cloying fig tree
From quaint Long Island strolls
It’s on my property
Dandelions lie beneath
There for me to blow their seeds
Into obscurity
Blooming Gold forsythia
Strewn under sunset
Like last night’s confetti
Propped up on my front lawn
So everybody knows
I got fuck you money
That practically grows on trees
So when I’m deceased
They’ll bury me
In my menagerie
While my family
Continues my legacy
When you got the bankroll
You’re comfortable, in control
You can lie and cheat and hoax
All we can do is hope
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Flat
05:11
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I call up my friend to see if he wants to get drunk
I ain’t seen him and some others in a couple of months
It’s phone call roulette and I got this aching hunch
That my friend sees my call and don’t wanna pick the phone up
I want to go out tonight but I also want to stay home
Listening to Courtney Barnett - at least I’m not alone
I go to the bank and take out charisma on loan
They tell me keep it forever just pay us back with your soul
I leave the bar early when I feel it in my gut
My charisma’s fading my head tells me I’m not enough
I drained the sympathy charity and I don’t have the strength to bluff
And I don’t want to complain ‘cause I know we all got it rough
I got so much to get done but I think I’ll just sit
Delve a little deeper and take one more hit
I got so much to get done
I’m so fucking sick of it
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3. |
Flower Without
03:29
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Hazy nights staying up ‘til dawn
Mindless days meander way too long
Sometimes I wade through the day
So we can let the night wash away
Now I’m sitting right across from you
Can’t we think of anything to do
We’ll chat until the morning mist
You speak through me like a ventriloquist
Scratches singe my shoulders and my back
Kisses leave my neck all blue and black
Nothing ever felt as real
As when I crawled inside your heart of steal
I wonder what you want me to be
I’m standing here with chocolates in the street
I’d give you the shoes off my feet
And let you walk all over me
You look at me and drop your cigarette
My heart’s beating against my chest
I knew that after you were gone
I’d wither like a flower without the sun
My body can’t be free
Since you came after me
My mind’s eye won’t unsee
What you and I could be
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4. |
Tennessee Thunder
03:46
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That Tennessee Thunder is booming heavy
You’d better stay inside
I sit in awe behind my screen door
And watch it pour
Those clouds are marching over Davidson county
Whether you like it or not
That lightning’s mighty, it don’t take no prisoners
So move out of the way, get out of the way
We don’t stop fighting just ‘cause there’s lightning
I’m gonna take a stand for my fellow man, I’m gonna take a stand
Politicians think they’re just hearing thunder
That’s the people’s roar, they’re saying no more
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it wash our world away
And start anew when the sun comes out again
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it wash our world away
Let’s stand together on this stormy day
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5. |
How I Love to Sing
04:36
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I see fighting everywhere and when
I’m told that’s just how it is
People shouting lock them up
They’d make arrests ‘til all our hands are cuffed
If we drop bombs and people run
Who’s to blame when they come?
Building walls and toting guns
A rotten way to overcome
Folks got the key to the throne
By fueling the national tone
They lock the door and leave us alone
To fight like dogs defending a steak bone
Take your heart back from them
Let’s learn to love again
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6. |
Pigeons
05:58
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I can’t tell if I’m going
Up or down or left or right or wrong
Or how to get along
I’m trying to stay strong
I’m not where I belong
You can’t love someone else
Until you love yourself
My hair is overgrown
I don’t pick up the phone
I’ve taken off my robe
As I look around my room
Everything has yet to move
I’ll lay here for a minute or two
By this trashcan full of tissues
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Lonestar
03:16
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Seventeen yarning in the yard
Kiwi summers rolling through to March
Eliot invites me out to this bar
In downtown Gizzy called Lonestar
The bouncers were on the prowl
The rugby boys howl
They knocked my drink on the ground
But all of us got kicked out
Eliot’s laughing at me
Wondering how they thought I was on the rugby team
That were lean, mean and screaming
While I looked like an Urban Outfitters model from 2013
Wondering how that went wrong
I had some fun now I’m stumbling home
I picked up the pieces as they carried on
And everyone was digging my accent
I said I reckon we could catch a second wave
He says don’t even try I’ll punch you in the face
But I’ve got all this energy it’s leaving me depraved
I guess that’s why God invented jays
I would do it all again
If I had the time and money to spend
Travel the world with my friends
But I don’t know where and I don’t know when
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8. |
Indian Food
05:41
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I wake to the sun shining through my window
Your feet against my toes
We’re so intertwined that I can feel your every bone
We hear our friends loudly in the living room
After a night of getting loose
I don’t know why they choose to wake up before noon
We go to my favorite restaurant
I don’t want coffee nor croissants
A curry buffet is all that I really want
I drown in an ocean of curry
Sink to a floor of naan
I’m gonna eat each grain of basmati ‘til its gone
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9. |
Simple Samba
05:05
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Why do we find it so hard to see
The humanity that makes the world an enchanting place?
Blinded by corporate greed and waste
I know that we can change
The system that carries us to our graves
Hate is so infiltrating and spreads like wildfire
We blind ourselves and give into desire
Why don’t we yearn for peace
And stop hoarding money to retire
We can only achieve what we aspire for
Sometimes I sit and wonder
If my sweet nothings for peace will being the change that I want to see
Rallies and picket signs work most of the time
But sometimes it takes a crime
To unveil the mastermind
I’m stuck wondering why we can’t figure out
How to stop power-hungry assholes
From becoming leaders of the free world
They hold power by dividing us against ourselves
I believe in humanity
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