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You Never Know
04:14
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I think something up there doesn't want me to sleep
I think they'd much rather I dream
Same something makes sure I fall on my feet
At least that's the way that it seems to me
I think something up there doesn't want me to sing
I think they'd much rather I scream
Same something makes sure I've something to eat
At least that's the way that it seems to be
Grab the money
Run the money
Spend it in one go
Cause you never ever really know
No I don't think that it's all on the dice
I think the throwing is for me
And it rolls me where it rolls me no such thing as advice
It's not like you can roll a thirteen
When you feel like a lightning rod to their sting
A conduit storing heat
Raise your fists and send them everything
Even when it's hard to compete
Seize means of production
And you daren't don't let go
Cause you never
Ever know
I think something up there doesn't want me to win
They want me to succeed
I think something up there doesn't want me to flinch or think
I think they want me to feel good
And I'd much rather I feel good
I really really wanna wanna feel good
Grab the money
Run the money
Spend it in one go
Put your youth to use
Before the love
And hope erode
I could leave tomorrow
Ne'er come
Galloping back home
You never
Ever really know
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2. |
Dry County
06:25
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I'd like to make a noise complaint
Just as they might run their mouths
Meanderin' down the country back
And pushin' us into our shacks
We've picked up solder and pen
Made armour with which to fight
But don't you know they own the tomes
So they took armour from our homes
Dry county
Die without me
Well we can't meet in the bars
And hey they drove us down the mountains
No matter how hard we try
It'll all be dry
The world is made with big bad bosses
And it is unmade with red crosses
After every ending is scried
It'll be
Dry county
With an expensive bounty
Didn't you know they're only kids
Tryna erase all that you did
But after all who are they kiddin'
When you keep the answers hidden
So well
The game is up and down and out
You can kick and scream and shout
But after all our soldiers route
It'll be
Dry county
Risin' round me
Dry county
Arise around me
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3. |
Wildfire Blues
04:41
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A bath I cannot leave
I cannot leave
To start a job
You never finish
To make art
We won't see
Cold war with the heat
Who's more anxious?
It or I?
Wind knocks planes out of the sky
Depresses sticks into our eyes
I will build woodship
With woodchip
I'll claim I sawdusk
Within sawdust
I'll scrape the soup right off my back
And break bricks if that's what's needed
A bathing room I cannot leave
The soap stings and stinks
Bring bricks of it against the sauna walls
And burrow and leave
Before we are the foam and the microfoam and the mist and the sweat
Swapping in and out of state
Forever and ever
Energy never dying
Each reaction is the end of the world,
Swearing on god every time
Of course the bars are melting
Of course we can't get out
Or up
Or down
Or around
Or through
Or without of
Opening and shutting
Only letting our promises through
Over again
Opening and shutting the
Oven on our heads
Over and over again
Against the shade
I am
Huddled with my little
Mace and bulwark
Screaming at the thing
That might kill
Us all
We'll have to turn the little pieces
Till they point into the sky
But it will take a while
And it will need some revolution
But we can do it if we try
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Rowing
06:28
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And you know that I am rowing
To a place called god knows where
Because there's gold up in those mountains
Because I'll pick the flowers out the air
But oh no valley is a-showing
Where oh no river is a-flowing
And the little hull that I am rowing
Has completely no clue where it's going
But I'm having fun
And yeah I tell you son I'm sailing
To a place called god knows where
Because there's nickel on those peaks
And cause there's daisies everywhere
But oh no village is a-glowing
And oh no harvest is a-growing
And this hullabaloo that I'm rowing
Has completely no clue where it's going
But I'm just having fun with it
And I'm not the only one
No I'm not the only one
We'll raft up, build a fortress
Likes of which no one has seen before
And we'll fish for all our dinner
And we'll take turns to clean
And we'll be on our way
And we'll be on our way
Yeah we'll carve out our own valleys
Do some meandering of our own accord
Inside our own warm village
Pull up the harvest all aboard my friends
And I'll be on our
My friends and I'll be on our way
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If today don't kill me
Then tomorrow might
It'll take till the morning
Take another night
My limbs are spaghetti
And my mind ain't right
But I'm reaching the end
Of this terrible fright
Well it starts all slow like
As it creeps up your legs
And when it's chewed through them
It gets to your head
You'll think that your righteousness
Absolves you your debt
But I don't think you know
Where they put the nets
And I think you're forgetting
You still gotta eat the breeze
Smell the roses, kick shit
And stand on your feet
That's the mean thing about it
Is there's no way to cheat
You booked the appointment
Strap into the seat
A fright has shingled me
Hanged me up loose
Juiced up and droopy
All wrinkled and wry
A fright has shingled me
Banged me up good
Could use something hearty
Gold, neat and dry
Now up jumped the Swagman
And there went the cops
And they whipped him and flogged him
For touching the crops
I tell you young children
They sure showed him what
The law protects
And who it does not
Well I heard once that
There's three paths to life
One for the mean ones
Two for the kind
Well where that don't translate
Is when it comes to dyin'
Cause we all take that mistake
And step through the light
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6. |
I'm So Great
03:58
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Well I can't write about not being able to
And can't do it neither
I can't write about writing about not being able to
Write right now
But I'm biding time on being able to someday soon
And you're riding on being ripe and ready for that day too
I'm so great
Even I couldn't lift me
I'm so smart
Even I wouldn't have listened
I'm under the manhole grate
But I wouldn't dare lift it
It is inate, impulsive and insidious
And terribly cryptic
And after the success of my artistry
I will blank you in the bar
I'll obtain access to the constabulary
And remain there until after dark
Hiding away all the strings in the wings of the kingdom
If you only do well by my rule and word is that real freedom?
I'm so great
Even I couldn't lift me
I'm irresistible
I might just have to kiss me
I'm in front of the moon
Quick, look, blink and you'll miss it
It is corruptive, corrosive and crude
It is insanely distant
But when I catch up
You'll be screaming and scratching and scattering your cup
When I'm caught up
You'll be gleaming and glistening and glittering with blood
Oh boy when I catch you
There'll be no choice left to choose
Oh son see when I catch you in these fancy dance shoes
There'll be nothing you can do
I'm so great
Even I couldn't lift me
I'm so swift
Even I couldn't hit me
I'm undeniable
I meet no resistance
I'm unstoppable
I need little persistence
I'm so proud
You dressed up for Christmas
You're allowed to write me my lines now
And conduct my business
It's a gift
And it just keeps on giving
Cause the way luck is these days
It's one big old lake
And I'm kicking back with the sun on my face
My backstroke is reaching a comfortable pace
And I'm swimming
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