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Robot Dance (Ewing)
02:34
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where did we think we’d go
with the robot arms
tent system ready to go
into empty space
old battery charged up and away
in the lunar glimpse
sentry monkeys waiting to jump
into empty space
molecules dancing into the space race
well what have we learned here?
did the Soviets beat us to the punch?
did they colonize the moon before us?
now our suits are mud
come clean? we never could
how could we tell them?
pointless missions flew up and away
into empty space
gotta tell them soon
or they’re gonna revolt
and if you wanna keep the gold
you’ll need their heads in balloons
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Sea Dive
01:59
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patience is less rewarded
in advertsity in laughter
blue wave re-emerging
through a latency dive
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It's Okay To Be A B-Side
01:37
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if you don’t want be to the master
then what do you want in life?
to strive for 15th place
in a death race?
if you don’t want to be hero
or number one
would you settle happily
knowing you’d never won?
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4. |
Heather Magnolia
02:46
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went out late one night
pressurized
she was naked in a bathtub
ready to die
in a room filled with smoke
tears and piss merged
into a special bath
and she was ready to fly
the one they called Heather Magnolia
we picked her up
and sat her down
gave her a towel
and cold water
we turned around
and she disappeared
heard the party leave
in a growing fear
where the fuck is Heather Magnolia?
we buried Heather Magnolia
body wrapped in hair
fresh cigarette burning
ash marks on pale skin
for sure no returning
nothing left alive inside her
wonder what she took that fried her
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Brethren
02:50
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Anymore (First Try)
02:41
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you say nothing of heart
watch and drink as your decisions tear us apart
maid found you asleep
lying on the stairs
made your bed and tucked you in
the pillow catching all your loose hairs
because you’re strung out every night
this isn’t a fight worth winning anymore
since when did loving you become a chore?
years ago we met as harlots
crawling under the stairs
I followed you into your den
through your breadcrumb trail of red hairs
but after a while it turned blue
and it’s like I don’t remember you
what’s left to matter anymore?
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Red Hair (Demo)
03:16
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I know you’re not there
or I’d see your red hair
next to the bathroom cloud
but said cigarette’s not there
I know you’ve been hurting
and crying alone
I wish I could pick you up
and take you back home
the bottles are empty, both kinds
and they all smell like you, every time
otherwise it’s like you were never here, at all
maybe I’m hopeless but I’m right here hoping you’ll call
even if your voice is shot
I haven’t forgotten
the last I remember
you were shivering in the rocking chair
clutching a matchbook
that matched with your red hair
we weren’t talking
but I went to get up
you weren’t walking
like you’d given up
I miss the ashtrays
I miss your light
I miss your red hair
ever so bright
I may never find you
or I may one day
whatever happens
I hope you’re okay
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Roadside Blues
02:03
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hey!
down here!
I’m that guy on the roadside
looking at your shoes
your fancy little shoes
what’s a girl like you doing in this neck of the woods?
and I do mean that
I’m not trying to fuck you or anything
I just don’t think this is where you need or want to be right now
it’s barely civilization out here
just roads
and bums
and occasionally a train comes by
cargo, not people
I wait here every hour of every day
so I can jump when it comes by
but I’m always out by the time that happens
I’m so used to the noise that I just miss it
yeah I’m sure I’m someone’s son
but mama fell for the gun
I wish I had the strength she had
to just do it myself
but I’m a fucking coward
waiting by the tracks
counting the stars
on my broken back
the days never end
the nights never start
I’m glad we talked but you should go
it’s about to get messy
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Punk Out
01:24
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we grow older
mind gets slower
yours a grower
mine’s a knower
yet grows cold shoulder
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Could I Be Next
01:38
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spot in a long line
Black Friday’s almost nigh
and the deals are something to sing of
and I guess that’s all right
but the fights I’m not as sold on
all for another TV
if everyone around me’s selling punches
then what’s in store for me?
could I be next?
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and if you’ll not follow through
and if you’ll not decide
and if you’ll not build shelter
don’t come to me to hide
from this blurred crushed reality
television fallacy
ever so revealing
ever so defeated
I can’t build a home for you
if I have none for me
it’s a game of survival
where none are truly free
ever so revealing fighter
anybody got a lighter?
so I can burn my friend
if only one of us can win
it’s means to an end
we’ll drink to our toasts
an end to most
where the grounds for sculpture burn
and melt
is this rapture, pre-decided
sittting happily divided?
or just a few waging war
on the core?
make up your mind
is it worth doing the time?
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Julie Profumo
03:41
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Introspection
01:48
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where did we think we’d go
with the robot arms
tent system ready to go
into empty space
old battery charged up and away
in the lunar glimpse
sentry monkeys waiting to jump
into empty space
molecules dancing into the space race
well what have we learned here?
did the Soviets beat us to the punch?
did they colonize the moon before us?
now our suits are mud
come clean? we never could
how could we tell them?
pointless missions flew up and away
into empty space
gotta tell them soon
or they’re gonna revolt
and if you wanna keep the gold
you’ll need their heads in balloons
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