1. |
No Songs
04:17
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sometimes awful things come out of my mouth
drink too much
move too fast
dine alone
keening along in my bloodshot voice
no songs playing
no songs playing
couldn't tell if your threats were empty
but hell
all the devils were in the right-hand lane anyway
i couldn't tell if your threats were empty
but hell
all the devils were in the right-hand lane anyway
no songs playing
no songs playing
i'll tie you to me
make a show of it
watch the sun's disk swallowed
break a window
let the rain blow in
this storm like a half-drowned dog seeking solace inside
this storm like a half-drowned dog seeking solace inside
no songs playing
no songs playing
less like a cut than a seam torn asunder
and then like thread with an unintended flourish pulled tight
(says he's okay, but he still seems a sorry sight)
no songs playing
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2. |
In Victoria
04:43
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all our idols are getting old
and the ships
they keep on coming in
all our idols getting old
and we're still waiting for infatuation
and it's coming in like stormclouds
and i'll still hold your hand
and i'll still bear your flag
and i love how empty the road to hope can be
at six thirty in the morning
i am without words
but i come by it naturally
and i can think of
nothing to say
unhang yourself
shrug off that noose of borrowed rope
unhang yourself
shrug off that noose of borrowed rope
don't you dare break
these shadows underneath my eyes may as well be tattoos
you better not make it
cuz fuck, i might miss you
all our idols are getting old
and the ships they keep on coming in
all our idols getting old
and we're still waiting for infatuation
and it's coming in like stormclouds
all our idols are getting old
all our idols are getting old
all our idols are getting old
all our idols are getting old
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3. |
Redneck Girls
02:07
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here the days come to die
cold and broke and screaming
and it's clichéd
but it feels like heaven to me
small town girls get out
soon as they can drive
small town redneck girls
get out
bright lights
as soon as they can drive
small town girls get out
soon as they can drive
small town redneck girls
get out
bright lights
as soon as they can drive
so rail
against the sins of the father
and soak in those that the rest have to offer
so rail
against the sins of the father
and soak in those that the rest have to offer you
small town girls get out
soon as they can drive
small town redneck girls
get out
bright lights
as soon as they can drive
small town girls say
they'll get out
soon as they can drive
oh small town redneck girls will get out bright lights soon as they can drive
so rail
against the sins of the father
and soak in those that the rest have to offer
so rail
against the sins of the father
and soak in those that the rest have to offer you
because any cold street coward will tell you
and any cold street coward can let you know
and any hometown killer can let you know
and any cold street coward can tell you love and only love's the only way
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4. |
Living Legend
03:24
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i've lost it twice over in the past four days
living ledge has got the loneliness back again
got SUE'S LAST RIDE tattooed to his leg
burn every goddam word he has to say
getting drunk in winter parking lots
untied to the plot but
ancillary
stoking fires under everyone to leave
make something of themselves
and burn every goddam word he has to say
i've lost it twice over in the past four days
living ledge has got the loneliness back again
got SUE'S LAST RIDE tattooed to his leg
burn every goddam word he has to say
i've lost it twice over in the past four days
burn every goddam word he has to say
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5. |
November Brain
05:05
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i can't see it with my eyes
but i can see it neverless
tattooed cross the inside of my head
and i can taste it
sharp and crude
like
fresh filings charged with static
forced onto the
back of my tongue
my breath is vitriol
and it's tearing the ear from your head
and throwing it to the ground
i woke you up
lying on that blacked-out beach
curled around the dead coals in the rain
said
how about you get me home
and save me from my rotting brain?
it's an ugly day
and i'm disheveled out of force of habit
i've got a bathroom tile bruise
and a new crush
and i won't shut up about her
just make these hours stop
just make them all go away
fuck
i don't want to talk about it
i woke you up
lying on that blacked-out beach
curled around the dead coals in the rain
said
how about you get me home
and save me from my rotting brain?
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