1. |
Blackfish Sound
05:03
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don't abuse someone, 'cuz they're in your pocket
don't run your touch into the ground
blackfish sound
you've got to trust and trust again
get close for the perfect shot
blackfish sound
don't conquer where you can still see the outline of a friend
don't conquer just because you can recognize chum
blackfish sound
o girl stock your widows walk
with toys, spirograph and plants for the sill
go on stock your hard-paced widows walk
with toys and a mini-kit for the kid
blackfish sound
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2. |
You Need A Man
03:15
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you need a man, need a man so bad
making your plans at the drop of a hat
why it could be Jesus holding your hand
don't mean a thing, no it don't touch the fact
that i'm huddled in the corner
saying lust
spell recitations
like one last crack at luck
i walk around, moon rock on my chest
i never could spare you one compliment
i stow my dignity under my breath
one on each shoulder, so what they are friends?
and i'm convinced
eunuchs
and half-wits
feel the truest
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3. |
Cannon Beach
03:38
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i wanna up and drive for fee-free cannon beach
with a dashboard doll and a city wink
your cue to call is when i'm thinking
'hey why not another drink'
so here's the tub and that's the sink on a birthday
i'm trying to laugh
with palace guards again
but i miss your sternness
now i'm ducking out like something sharp
in a mad scramble, after dark
and the rule is, should you get far
you walk real slow, but it's your call
in the heat of the moment i'll raise a fist
and blossom it
unto thy hip for a curtsy
she likes to stretch
what unlucky means to get
before it hits punishment
i'm trying to laugh
with palace guards again
but i miss your sternness
satan's socks still read angel at the top
and only heaven debates the great flip flop
i wanna up! and drive down to where they get alive
on a tuesday
she likes to stretch
what unlucky means to get
before it hits punishment
i'm trying to laugh
with palace guards again
but i miss your sternness
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4. |
Out To Play
03:05
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5. |
Seven Paces
03:50
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i bobbed and then i weaved
i zagged and cleaved
into a clearing
upward peering
the fog dog beating down
and the bait of death unbuttoning before me
and my full
crumb trail pockets
well i was rising up
but then something snapped my tongue
a jealous hex o
why'd you feel so small
when i was aiming to be near?
then i woke beside miles of chopped
dead green stalk
and scattered crumbs
quiet as a bow
it feeds on me
seven paces forward
seven paces forward
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6. |
Sunday And The Pats
04:01
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cross off another
pill calendar
and smack the black eyed snooze
only when i sit around your aging
and eastern medicine
i don't mind hanging around your waiting
for power outage
cracking albums of your heyday
gone from a showboat into nodding off to show hosts in the early pm
just waiting for sunday and the pats
only when i sit around your aging
and eastern medicine
i don't mind hanging around your waiting
for power outage
sitting around your aging
hanging around your waiting
for power outage
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7. |
Interview Breath
05:32
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you did not arrive two by two
like the other women i look at
so i cannot watch on like a fly
on a shower room ceiling
frozen stuck
while you dance, dry and drip away
and if it didn't work out
i'd take a part in your buckled arms
in your simple eyes
in your panic rod
in your glass
slipper fight
so suddenly a liquefied response
and my schtick rests now on shame inspiration
so why are they surprised
when i call it interview breath?
joy is never all undressed
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8. |
Hackjob
05:32
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laying deadpan in your own crosshairs
i've seen every inch of you
each uncountable healing
each indelible floorboard
you're no cheerleader
hackjob on petite
as my drunk fingers slipped around
the party tub water
and satellite overage anatomy
i was grazing the cavity
of zorro's canvas
pink prison wall
cradling the beating pit
hackjob on petite
if you should leave
clasped by sprinting friends
or weaving and honking
into the second last bed
if you forget how to hold your breath
i understand
hackjob on petite
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9. |
Rock Radio
03:34
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kind of guy that might go to rock radio barbecues
sat where i had once leaned into you
until close, head in the stars
stumbling through the street i was born
private fly geyser, a sight in the morn
fading fly geyser, the darkness has torn
i believe in the rocket, the ruby, the stone
but besiege you like marvellous midas alone
on his knees and his palms
on his knees and palms
see not everyone is smushed in between stillborns
how lucky i was to have been where we pushed
under hay bales
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