1. |
Apache Pious
02:29
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Endless counties.
It's what made me bold.
You didn't expect me--
it’s because I’m old and slow.
It's not political
and no one wants me dead
but my head’s still full of dumb shit.
Killer axes
and buffaloes dreaming of innocent men,
stomping on innocent lions.
Legless Mounties
still stop criminals.
They ride their horses
like heroic Indians
who swept out Mexico.
We are frontline grunts too
and it's time we all grow up.
Killer axes.
An aurochs is dreaming of Homo sapiens,
stomping on innocent cave lions.
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2. |
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Babies in Loch Ness are just swimming
with mines strapped to their chests.
French tourists say, “J’ai peur!”,
but there is no monster.
Is it just me,
or does Miami need another football team?
Vacations with weak ends.
You’re whole.
Ladies with wet aspirin are complaining
that Las Vegas is just a dream
or America’s sad mattress
but everyone is dumber than dead.
Vacations with weak ends.
Your hole.
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3. |
Sword With Wings
05:46
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We appear like periodic moons
and delight in anything that moves.
We're not mean,
like electrons we're wary of weak bonds.
We rebound
like anything teenaged.
Rules aren't worth the paperwork.
We're willing to stoop;
just want to spend a life with you.
So why the bad mood?
Your simple code is cute.
Predictable, so what if you lose?
We just want to learn something new.
All those swords with wings.
No hearts just things.
What if all swords with wings
have hearts without strings?
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4. |
The Remnant King
03:05
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We tried to help him
and that worked fine.
We tried to belt it out
and danced all night.
Who is he dancing for?
You won’t find him
in any other place alone.
If I say the market’s
got Swayze’s genes,
a sequined silver glove,
a Pepsi-- Please.
I’ll wear my lucky nose
and you can wear your business clothes.
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5. |
Niceland
06:38
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It was all so I could set sail for north
but I don’t know the first thing about a boat.
Suppose I could levitate or let you lead me
something like a star
burning itself away.
I’m dead, I reckon.
I mean, what walks for days just like a fish
that’s flushed, his belly up
floating in a pint-sized beggar’s cup?
I had a job I quit
just to seem like I was nuts,
it worked enough.
Now my sails are bilious.
Can I climb into your mouth to stay?
Will you swallow me please?
Even this song is simple metaphor.
You’re the stormy threat of depth, so on and so forth.
Like any birdbrain I feel better
when I’m high or warm.
I nailed your doubloon
to my broken mast
but it fell over.
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6. |
Yew
04:32
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It was sometime, I know.
If there were trees,
if we were seeds,
it’s all tangled now.
My favorite hollows
were barely yours at night.
So we flowered
but the arils fooled us like a yew.
So how do you want me?
Because I’m at your feet
like a pulled weed.
Gather all our stones,
steal apples from the neighbor’s yard.
We’ll grow exotic vines,
to choke them all.
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7. |
Honey Slide
05:03
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My sound princess was a lonely girl,
she let the world work
on her elephant ear.
And everything is splendid
after she brushes her teeth.
Our corn, it gets old.
Outside, there’s light on the moat.
Every killer has her
favorite song
and it's probably a dumb one
with some turds on a stage
in jeans and they're mean
and they never had a real job.
Sure there's cotton in my ears
and I apologize
for the records
you have to hear.
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8. |
Mt. Mother's Day
03:24
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You come at me like a black mountain.
You come at me and you’re steep
or a mound that I slipped
or I slept on.
Or just some meaningless meat
or like scree
all piled up in a valley.
I rise like an inert vapor
and when I get to your peak
I’ll act so unnobly.
Ash amassed like swarming bees.
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9. |
Prussian Bride
05:01
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Leader, I want all my money back.
It’s a role I played to get a girl.
How could I know?
It’s just the roll I played
and roles can get hard.
Oh boss, could you pay my love?
You need men who lurk like me
when I bow my head,
I’ll share what fruits you give.
You should have known
that Aguirre was wrong,
there is no gold.
My Prussian bride’s at home,
two headstones and we’re unknown.
Loads of lords or kids float by
while she sews my greatcoat
or my bathrobe.
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10. |
-i
03:01
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When you dug at my odd root,
you imagined an 'i' on a blackboard, right?
Instead of just dying,
wield these axes and geometry.
We made these days colder than ice picks.
Credit love and negative loans.
I imagined it too.
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11. |
Yankees
05:46
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Monsters of the midday
claim they need an Indian chief
or a set of beaver’s teeth.
Crowds are my favorite place to sing.
Business is to never seem silly.
We do need an Indian chief.
I missed the Great Awakening
and it’s not that the Spirit ain’t in me.
It may have something to do with money
or magic or jobs or my free time or loving this racket.
Hollywood went.
When my head is on a foul pole
I’ll suddenly be interested in TV, so go Yankees!
Fleetwood stole alone.
Every page is gone.
Spring is not a place I know.
Yankees always win.
Paint all the seats the color of dumb men.
All that we love could fill a dustbin.
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