1. |
Gull Song
01:07
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With an eye
full of wonder
I wondered
Why should an eye
be full of anything?
With a heart
full of hope
I hoped
That when hope
goes to die
It doesn’t hide
in the brain
I want to break my heart
I want to break my heart
I want to break my heart
I want to break my heart
Want to float
Like a boat
Through the bad day
I want to hide
Inside a lie, babe
Want to sing
In a sky we’d sun under
And fall like a gull
Over Quinte bay
I want to break my heart
I want to break my heart
I want to break my heart
I want to break my heart
There’s a lot wrong
This is a gull song
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2. |
I Want a Pistol
01:32
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Tried taking a walk but
It didn’t do me no good
You can’t purchase perfection
But I swore that I would
Best of luck to ya darlin’
You don’t tint me blue
Just wanna fly
Mach eleven;
Sonic booming for you
I want a pistol
I want a pistol
I want a pistol
I want a pistol
Want to meet my babies
Ones that I never had
Clown around with an uncle
See why mom loves dad
But Sun’s coming up hot
See her shine like steel
Back to burn up a good thing
Here to kill our deal
Wait!
I want a pistol
I want a pistol
I want a pistol
I want a pistol
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3. |
I Won't Know (Bad Spit)
01:52
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Curious, I finally bit
And I sent that company my spit
Guess it seems I'm predisposed
To forgetting everything I know
So I suggest you drop me a line
If I owe you a single dime
Or wait me out then rob me blind
I ain't gonna know
I ain't gonna know
I ain't gonna know
I won't know
I remember mommie said,
"Boy you know you'd lose your head
if it wasn't zippered on"
And we found it next day on the lawn
But when grampa lost his mind
He made me laugh and that was fine
So with or at me, I won't mind
No,
I ain't gonna know
I ain't gonna know
I ain't gonna know
I won't know
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4. |
L.I.S.T.E.N.
00:55
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It takes a thousand eyes
to look at you and
I’ve got a thousand eyes
to look at you with
And a map keeping track
of all the where-have-you-bins
And a solid-state drive
to keep your energy in
I can listen
I know your face
I know what’s making you cum
I keep a picture
Of your dominant thumb
In a big black bag
And I’m burying it
Wherever I want
Wherever I can
I will listen
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5. |
Dove
00:34
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Dove shook her head
Said “I wish that you were dead.
I’ve got a bed back down in
Louis I can count on;
All one hundred million sheep.
Goodbye!”
Dove- still in love-
Packed the bags under
Her eyes and drove
“I’m free, and so is he
But oh, I wish to god
He would’ve let me sleep.
Goodbye!”
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6. |
If She Were Me
01:02
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Gave myself a long look
Gave myself a hard time
Broke both my thumbs
And sold my drums
And gave away the sunshine
And she said she’d suck it up
If she were me
And if she were me, she said
She wouldn’t want to be
There’s a cello in the basement
And I don’t know how to play it
But she love me and I love she
And she taught me how to say it
She would go and buy ‘em back
If she were me
And if she were me, she said
She’d kick on one and three
And if she were me, she said
She’d major E
And if she were me, she said
She’d play it differently
Thank you, Bug
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7. |
Daisies
01:21
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The sin we share is common
No prayer should rinse me clean again
I still feel her now and then
And in May she warms the wind
Ah, well
Ah, well
Ah, well
Ah, well
I keep a flowerbed
I keep it in my head
Full of deep bright and blossoming
Daisies for Rachel-Anne
Ah, well
Ah, well
Ah, well
Ah, well
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8. |
The Cheapskate
01:25
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I found a pack of milds on the staircase
I never let a pack of milds go to waste
And I could split a pack of milds up two ways
You'd better pick a pack of milds up just in case
Cuz I'm a cheapskate
Yeah I'm the cheapskate
I turned out like you thought I'd be
A weak man, and not just physically
I hope it feels for you the way it feels for me
Cuz nothing is fair if nothing is free
I'm a cheapskate
Yeah I'm the cheapskate
I'm on a roll
I'm on your time
I'm on the doll
And on your dime
Cuz I'm a cheapskate
Yeah I'm the cheapskate
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9. |
ROAD PIG
01:09
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I kill the drivers when I ride
Yeah
I kill the bikers when I drive
Damn
How can you call it homicide
Wow
When I’ve been feeling so alive?
Road Pig
Daddy’s little girl
was always gonna be a road pig
Daddy’s little girl was
always gonna be a road pig
Don’t need a head shrink to figure it out
Just wanna see your little soul bounce
Meet God on the grille of the girl
That keeps a count
(She count her kills
She drinks her fill
Of blood that spills
Uphill)
I’m hocking loogies in the left lane
Then crane my neck to watch you hydroplane
Yeah
And baby if your tank is sugar-caned
Don’t hate the player hate the game
Because I never gave a fuck
For your vintage pickup truck
Or your ‘88 Peugeot
Cuz ya move so fuckin slow
Boy I hate to see you go
Daddy’s little girl was always gonna be a road pig
Fuck you
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10. |
Bruise for a Birthmark
00:36
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It hurts to go to heaven
It hurts to go to hell
But nothing hurts like being born
And everyone can tell;
You’ve got a bruise
You’ve got a bruise
It is a grisly thing
That spot of bother could heal
And yet you’re finding new ways
To make it hurt like it used to
Bruise
Bruise
Bruise
Bruise
You’ve got a bruise
for a birthmark
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HEADACHE
Got a jawbone like a doggy
Grin built in; that’s how they made me
HEADACHE
The signs that you’re misreading
And all the ones you missed
In ain’t my fault you’re bleeding
From your skinny wrist
Because all dogs look like they’re smiling
when they’re pissed
(so pour one out for me
and take all the hair you want
you will never forget
the dog that bit you)
So you shattered creature
If were to coexist
You’d better know my nature
If you lean into a kiss
Cuz all dogs look like they’re smiling
when they’re pissed
HEADACHE
HEADACHE
HEADACHE
HEA-
CUT MY HEAD OFF
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12. |
Gum Song
01:58
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Drumming in my mouth again
And Godden’s gone
Beating Remos on my teeth
Chew sleep swollen tongue
And I’m all shapes and sizes now
I’m not a song
And I met Brahmin there but damn,
By dawn forgot ‘em
Now I am chewing gum
I’m your chewing gum
Some dumb chewing gum
I can pray for Godden’s sake
But none could save her
So gnawing through my rest
There in the dream
I named her
I wanna wake and celebrate
My late creator
I wanna take the wicked shape
Of my container
But I am chewing gum
I’m your chewing gum
Some dumb chewing gum
Every night my clicking
shaking body waits,
Trapped outside the golden gates,
For my return
And every morning,
Before rejoining
Back behind my sandy lids,
My coughing body begs for what I’ve learned
But now I’m chewing gum
I’m your chewing gum
Some dumb chewing gum
Your young dumb chewing gum
Yeah
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