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Crooked Teeth
04:35
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I once went walking at night
I think I said just the other day
She has bats in the belfry
But I think I was talking about me
I went walking in the park
And I saw an angel in the sky
I walked toward it in the park
But I thought I should stay away
Maybe I should learn to pray
I’d like to have something to say
I was just thinking about my cousin
And how she’s too far away
Roots run shallow on the ground
I’ll bury mine deep in the soil
Remember when we used to talk about dreams
And how they all just fade away
I tried to live two hundred years
I made it to seventy-one
My nurse she came to take me
I said help me, help me
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Enough
04:03
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You must plan well ahead
Trusting inner resources instead
When everyone trades in faces
And everyone trading places
A paltry bank account
Of half remembered feelings
It’s dangerous in the city
When you don’t know who you are
I read a book to help me figure everything out
Wise words wise lies
So many pages left unread
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It doesn’t get easier doing what you’re told
Take a simple blood test to be told that you’re old
The point of waking up is to go for the gold
Teenage dreams of gasoline burning down the dollar store
Making out in the back seat
Still so miserably bored
Wealth is health until your death
Tell me that one under your breath
Masquerade and a 40-watt bulb
The night before the Lord’s Day
There’s no use looking back
Fragments static delay
We used to talk it out at night
Just to get it all right
I always want to go back
To see the buildings at night
You’ve got no love in your heart and I’d rather take you down
We can go back down South before they burn it all down
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Unrest
03:52
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I wish I could play in a Metallica cover band
I would play all day to the orphans on a catamaran
We would play and sing all day
They would sing and dance all night long
And they asked, are you ok
And I said, yeah I’m fine
And they wanted to sing all day
And dance all night
I wish I could smoke cigarettes behind a video store
I would tell stories all day long
They took those away from me fearing my decline
They took those away from me but I’ll be fine
And they asked, are you ok
And I said, yeah I’m fine
And they wanted to sing all day
And dance all night
Mothers have their babies sometimes in some terrible places
Fathers reading Shakespeare to their goddamn lazy neighbors
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Charlie Watts
03:06
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Every time I see that picture
Hanging on the wall
I think of someone I remember
Barely, if at all
When I die, I’ll last forever
A fixed and mildly interested stare
Celluloid never looked so good
Clean hands take
Clean hands break
Unclean hands take
Unclean hands break
Memories are expensive to make
Everyone wants to hang them on a wall
Does anyone ever look at mine
I made a trip, way up north
I left behind everyone I knew
And everyone that knew me
What did I do?
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Ollie
05:41
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Time stands still in cheap motels
Motel art in parking lots
Mass produced and transient
I remember Ollie the handyman
Eyes look out from cataracts
Compacts trash with decent hands
Hands condition of the soil
Desert bright desert night
It lasted a long time
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