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Last Straw Decoration
02:33
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Stuck in a harvest
Patterns of old
Quicksilver lining
Fourth-quarter growth
Barbecued thicket
Industry stroke
Vanishing pointillists
Blotting the scroll
Last straw decoration
Last straw decoration
Last straw decoration
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2. |
Monumented
04:09
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You were an outline
While the idiots bloomed
Taking shape and root
Coloring your mouth
Yachting your skin
Sipping slaughter
Halving daughters
Drinking them in
And tabling
The conversation
Just before you manage to get a word in
What's that you say
What's that you're saying
Oh, to be monumented someday too
You were in transit
While the books were cooked
While the builders were building
While the takings were took
Fruit from a vine
Free-flowing wine
Obstructed by oversized
Encouraging signs
Like God, you are beautiful
More than deserving
Here is your pedestal
Have a self-serving
What do you think
What's that you're thinking
Oh, to be monumented someday too
Now you're on a mantle
Discovering space
While they're thumbing through channels
Toward something second-rate
Something to see
Something to talk to
Something that bleeds
Somewhat convincingly
Not missing a beat
Dubbing your memory
So unafraid
Of feeling complete
What do you wish
For what are you praying
Oh, to be monumented someday too
Oh, to be monumented someday too
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3. |
Count the Rings
02:41
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Chime like a leper
Deep in the dresser
Back with the socks I don't wear
Bold and believing
There must be a reason
I still keep you there
Dawdle dream catcher
Latter-day ledger
Prussian blue exit pill
An unsolved equation
A played-out persuasion
A sputtering of will
I cut you down
Count the rings
I'm rummaging again
Like a long-lost limb with the nerve to wonder where you've been
Like a long-lost limb with the nerve to wonder where you've been
Follow your gardener
I beg your pardon
How is the weather this year
Silver-screen seedlings
Blossoming, leaving
Holding new scenery dear
I cut you down
Count the rings
We're all soil for each other and it stings
I'm rummaging again
I'm rummaging again
Like a long-lost limb with the nerve to wonder where you've been
Like a long-lost limb with the nerve to wonder where you've been
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4. |
Airsick Love Letter
02:41
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I first saw you
Wanderlusting
A lifeboat off the bloodline
I first saw you
Buoyed up like a witch
Then high-heat tumble drying
I first saw you
Poet cussing
A storm recital in the trees
I first saw you
Hunger rushing
Too many mouths to feed
I'm fresh out of stationary
Hope this sickness bag will do
You're a bouquet, you're a fountain
A prize crop that I yield to
You're a tunnel through the mountain
A slow gravedigger
Bury me in love songs
I first saw you
Multiplying
Housing mushrooms in the breeze
I first saw you
Downside up
With two busted knees
My canopy
I'm fresh out of stationary
Hope this dollar bin LP will do
You're a bouquet, you're a fountain
A prize crop that I yield to
You're a tunnel through the mountain
A slow gravedigger
Bury me in love songs
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5. |
Death Farm
02:25
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I'm saving up for a death farm, honey
I'm saving up for you
I'm saving up for a death farm, honey
I'm saving up for you
Who cares if the soil's stubborn, honey
Who cares if the field ain't green
Who cares if the clouds get to misbehaving
Who cares what the neighbors think
I'm saving up for a death farm, honey
I'm saving up for you
I'm saving up for a death farm, honey
I'm saving up for you
Who cares if the house is leaning, honey
Who cares if the walls are thin
Who cares if the attic's an aviary
Who cares what state it's in
I'm saving up for a death farm, honey
I'm saving up for you
I'm saving up for a death farm, honey
I'm saving up for you
Who cares if the dog's three-legged, honey
Who cares if the kids ain't clean
Who cares if the reaper comes early, baby
Just think of where we'll be
I'm saving up for a death farm, honey
I'm saving up for you
I'm saving up for a death farm, honey
I'm saving up for you
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6. |
Trophy Hives
03:55
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Done for the day
I'm over it
The stove's unlit, the kitchen's capsized
Sticky note soliloquies
Grown older
Tomorrow's begging on its knees
Cut the cord and wake the dead
Burn the sugar in your head
Kiss me more and choke me less
The trophy hives of patient liars
Practicing undesire
Ribbons letting on that you were something once
But now your mail-order life is a river of shit
And all you can buy is the source of it
But you can't dam it, no
No, you can't, damn it
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7. |
House Tour (Guillotine)
02:45
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It's not what it seems
That old guillotine
It's a hand-me-down heirloom
A museum piece
They say it was painless
Just severed the nerves
Off like a bandage
Then food for the worms
But on to the guest room
I'm sure you'll agree
The king bed is heaven
They're Florentine sheets
What's that you say
Oh, back to the blade
It's just an antique that
I happened to save
A thing to preserve
Or even restore
I'm sure that you noticed
The rust is an eyesore
But on to the parlor
It's a bit of a mess
I'll tidy up shortly
Please don't take my head
So maybe I used it
One or two times
Just tested the sharpness
The speed of the slice
It was all quite a thrill
Seeing death come to life
But never mind, it was a different time
Yeah, never mind, it was a different time
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8. |
Two-for-One Special
03:29
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Reservation for two at a booth with a view
Of the strip mall parking lot
The sun's going down
On the bridal shop storefront wedding gowns
The menu's all crusted with mayonnaise and mustard
My cell hasn't buzzed in a while
Swore I'd stand up and walk out if I was stood up again
But there's a two-for-one special I'm eyeing
How's everything, hun, still waiting on someone
Yeah, she's always running behind
I'm aware there's no longer ice in my water
So I order three fingers of rye
Well, the minutes they melt into hours all blurring
Together I'm bellied up, long-winded slurring
About her and the last thing she said
Truly, Charlie, I'd rather be dead
The sidewalk's awash in half-burned-out neon
A wealth of stained concrete for me to piss on
Stream of thought swirling, puddling, yearning
To know when everything between us went wrong
Peer back through the window, but the barkeep's like hell no
So I stumble off in search of the car
How could she accuse me of being too critical
When I'd give that shit diner three stars
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9. |
Rootbound
05:03
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Found a burner in the silo
Saw your wishlist in the clouds
Tasted stillness in your coffee
Felt your fever in a crowd
Well, you've made your mind up
Well, it happens all the time
What's worth saving when everything's changing
Are all these things we have a life
You lay your strikings on a sheet pan
Train the wandering vines anew
I watch you bow under the grow light
In hopes your limbs will lengthen too
And I know they will
I've seen it time after time
What's worth saving when everything's changing
What is yours and ours and mine
Rootbound in our heads
It's time to move again
Before you know it, we're overgrowing
And it's time to move again
Rootbound in our heads
It's time to move again
Before you know it, we're overgrowing
And it's time to move again
Care to stay after your line's up
Paraphrase it in the quiet
Share a stage that's short a spotlight
Hum along without a choir
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10. |
Whence Revival
02:34
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When you go back to when you came from
Would you leave the light on, dear
When you go back to the good ole days
Would you leave the color here
When you go back to when you belong
With all your fervor and your fear
When you go back to the good ole days
You can take your bandoleer
We'll sure miss you in the mornings
And on peaceful afternoons
In the absence of your babel
Whatever shall we do
When you go back to when you came from
Would you leave the light on, dear
When you go back to the good ole days
Would you leave the color here
When you go back to when you belong
With all your fervor and your fear
When you go back to the good ole days
You can take your bandoleer
We'll sure miss you in the mornings
And on peaceful afternoons
In the absence of your babel
Whatever shall we do
When you go back to when you came from
Would you leave the light on, dear
When you go back to the good ole days
Would you leave the color here
When you go back to when you belong
With all your fervor and your fear
When you go back to the good ole days
You can take your bandoleer
We'll sure miss you in the mornings
And on peaceful afternoons
In the absence of your babel
Whatever shall we do
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11. |
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Ooo, what's that saying
What you are is what you make
Make more money
And become a paperweight
Ooo, what's that saying
What you are is what you make
Make me happy
And we'll buy another day
Ooo, what's that saying
What you are is what you make
Something pretty
Could take us far from this place
Ooo, what's that saying
What you are is what you make
Build a pyre
Draw me into the flame
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12. |
Drug Holiday
04:22
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There’s too many names on this guest list
Too many fires smoldering to get rested
All these mirrors to get dressed in
Don’t recall when I last saw myself
Too many trials of the century
Too many miles and not enough gas money
Another gunning at the brainery
I think we’ve all lost count
I’m going away
On a drug holiday
Right after I get my paycheck
I’m going away
Tried shopping for a savior
But the big box sells knockoffs, you can’t find the real damn thing
I went drilling for meaningful labor
But the well’s all dried up
I’m going away
On a drug holiday
Right after I get my paycheck
I’m going away
I’m gonna find we
Cut out of a magazine
We’re gonna say fuck this rhyme scheme
Eventually
We’re gonna get naked
Abandon all our safe words
Conjure up all that is sacred
From wherever it’s been hiding
We’re going away
On a drug holiday
Right after we get paid
We’re going away
We’re gonna make change
Right after we get our paychecks
We’re gonna be different
We’re gonna be strange
Don’t mind us, digging with our
Crooked thumbs
Sowing wayward seeds
We’re garden drunk
Don’t mind us, betting on more
Room to run
As if this ain’t an interlude
As if it’s fun
Don’t mind us, digging with our
Crooked thumbs
Sowing wayward seeds
We’re garden drunk
Don’t mind us, betting on more
Room to run
As if this ain’t an interlude
As if it’s fun
We’re going away
On a drug holiday
We’re gonna be different
We’re gonna be strange
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