1. |
Pickleback
02:32
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A well-worn man with a paper bag in his hand
Decisively slurred,
"We're all born a cucumber.
After years of soaking in the barrel,
I became a pickle.
And a pickle can't ever go back."
It's an ism.
Never a wasm.
It's an ism.
I was watching a TV show
Where a 600 pound woman had to be cut
Out of her trailer
And I derisively sneered,
"Why didn't she stop at 300 pounds?
Why didn't she stop at 400 pounds?
Why didn't she stop at 500 pounds?"
And then I took a pen and paper
And added up all the days that I've been soaking in the barrel.
And then I shut my mouth.
It's an ism.
Never a wasm.
It's an ism.
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2. |
It's OK to Say Goodbye
02:39
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Sometimes it's okay to say goodbye.
My favorite lover,
I forced her to leave.
This story should be etched in gold
For every teenager to read.
She said that love is the reason
That poetry flows out.
I always thought that we had
Better uses for our mouths.
Sometimes it's okay to say goodbye.
This was going to happen
In Washington DC.
Under Lincoln's watchful eye,
I'd get down on one knee.
All the fanny-packed midwesterners
Would clap out of jealousy
Of twenty-one year olds
Living in absolute certainty.
Sometimes it's okay to say goodbye.
Now, you surprise me
In the center of the universe.
But, small talk says
That we are not what we were.
"Are you still playing music?"
"Are you still designing clothes?"
Sort of, I guess, maybe, yes and no.
Sometimes it's okay to say goodbye.
Sometimes it's okay to say goodbye.
This time, it's okay to say goodbye.
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3. |
Better Luck Tomorrow
03:48
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It's hard to keep appointments when you're high
For the addictions you're treating living alone in central time.
You're my every season babe
And I'm waiting for the Fourth of July.
My intern put dream interpreter on her resume.
I couldn't help but explain my night time brain.
Naked and late, my teeth are falling out.
She said, "Take it easy, you're so easy, Mr. Anxiety."
It's hard to keep appointments when you're stoned.
Should I delete the deceased's names off of my telephone?
You're my every season babe
And I'm waiting for my love to come home.
It's hard to keep appointments when you're stoned.
Sorry I missed your calls on the telephone.
Maybe we'll have better luck tomorrow.
Maybe we'll have better luck tomorrow.
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4. |
S.A.D.
02:38
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Everybody knows that we're not the center of the universe.
We are so ordinary and I'd be lying if I said the truth didn't hurt.
Your aching soul yearns to be bigger than the sound.
This marble (this marvel!) spins whether you're above or in the ground.
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5. |
Slotty Got Me
02:24
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Who wants to make a small fortune?
(1) Start out with a large fortune.
Put a million in gold while the whole world folds
And snort that cake like it's 2008.
You fly, I buy.
Slotty got me high.
Look at that cheat, he's the American Dream!
He's the epitome of a self-made man!
With slickee boy hair and daddy's small loan,
He's the Astros banging on trash cans.
You fly, I buy.
Slotty got me high.
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All my exes work at Motorco,
Looking over my shoulder as I eat banh mi.
All my exes work at Motorco,
Now I can't get in for free, woe is me!
All my exes work at Motorco,
I can't hang my hat on Riggsbee.
All my exes work at Motorco,
Now I'm stuck throwing axes down the street.
All my exes work at Motorco!
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7. |
Summer Sensual Scene
03:17
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The sand is sweating.
The sky is fading to black.
I'm lying face down
And you're on my back.
Your metronome breath
Steady on my neck.
Tiny earthquakes
Rising from your chest.
And then I woke up,
It was all a dream.
I turned to you,
And asked what it all means.
"It's just your typical
summer sensual scene.
Either you need a vacation
Or you're in love with me."
Does it have to be
An either/or?
Can't we have it all
And still ask for more?
Take me away
On a honeymoon.
You've already had one,
Why not make it two?
And then I woke up,
It was all a dream.
I turned to you,
And asked what it all means.
"It's just your typical
summer sensual scene.
Either you need a vacation
Or you're in love with me."
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8. |
Common Romance
03:13
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A candlelit corner on Graham Avenue,
I wore your favorite face and matching hands.
The first words out of your mouth were,
"I always wanted a proletariat man."
There's romance in the common man.
We made love until we couldn't stand.
There's romance in the common man.
And if that's what you see, that's what I am.
These streets must be lined with diamonds,
Hidden just outside my view.
If anyone from the past is around,
I need to see you.
There's romance in what we don't understand.
In words unspoken and nights unplanned.
You polished off a bottle of wine,
I emptied out another tall boy can.
There's romance in the common man.
We made love until we couldn't stand.
There's romance in the common man.
And if that's what you see, that's what I am.
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I've told lots of stories to people that I know.
I've told even more to people that I don't.
Some of them might even be true.
In the bar light, you're beautiful.
In my head, I'm ten feet tall.
Armed with lips, teeth, and tongue
Until you give up the fight.
My masculinity makes me dizzy
And I keep reading that it's not all right.
I never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
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10. |
We Kings, We Pawns
02:51
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I got shot in technicolor,
But we're not on-screen lovers.
Before the crowd had even gathered,
They decided that we didn't matter.
We kings!
We pawns!
The saints pray for the sinners.
The sinners laugh at the saints.
At the end of the game,
The king and the pawns go back into the same place.
We kings!
We pawns!
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