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Invocation
02:04
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I’ve got a scarlet letterbox, and a crown of thorns
I’ve got a singing feeling, about someone I adore
Making the cup of tea, I am the war (In the lovely light of day)
I’ve got a deja vu feeling that I’’ve been here before (Dream for me)
I’m afraid to go home in the dark
And I’ve got the sound of slamming doors tattooed on my heart
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First Song on the Moon
02:30
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Dear Moon let’s follow that Cadillac Yazoo Mississippi plates in the back
she said “I adore the way they roll”
Can you feel the echoes of laughter?
Can you see the traces of smoke pouring out of every open window?
And if the wheels of that Cadillac should leave the road
Let ‘em know we’re on our way home
Head dead east, flapping dirty wings, to the spinal fluid,
stumble to the banks
Big muddy going my way, new vulture on the highway
Looking for epiphany and something dead to eat
Now we’re floating south, blissed out into the mouth
being gnarled driftwood on the toxic waste
Can you feel the wheels on the pavement?
Can you feel vibration below life?
is but a dream and we are rising slow
And if the wheels of that Cadillac should leave the road
Let ‘em know we’re on our way home
Staring out the window
Staring at the depot
(Watching the barefoot drunks, walking on the blacktop as if it were the surface of the moon)
And if the wheels of that Cadillac should leave the road
Let ‘em know we’re on our way home
Let ‘em know we’re on our way home
And we don’t need to make a deal out on the road
We can meet the devil at home
You know where to find me
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Empty Shoes
04:02
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Jackie Oh No
04:19
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Johnny Gone
01:59
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Hi my name is Johnny and I’m sorry the house is a mess
I’ve just received a threatening letter from the IRS
And a similar bit of erotic mail from the Iowa Department of Revenue
I’m counting on you tonight my strange lover
They’ll find me sulking towards a government center
Clutching a copy of the apocalypse flea
Storm Struck Johnny
Saw one body carrying a red flag
Next thing johnny knew the coroner and the body bag
Life Stuck Johnny
Saw two bodies carrying a white flag
Next thing Johnny knew
I knew you when you were poor
I heard you’re working for the CIA
Heard you ain’t poor no more
I couldn’t hack it at the factory, sorry daddy
I slumped out of university, sorry mommy
What the **** is wrong with me
Hi my name is Johnny
Tornado Johnny
Derecho Johnny
We’re gonna burn, burn, burn, burn with the empire
I’ve got Jinx and Jane and the Queen of California in the backseat
And we’re riding in threes
I’ve just received a dispatch, from Mickey Mouse of East Palestine
And he was clutching a copy of the apocalypse flea chanting
Mahsa Amini, Mahsa Amini
Hi my name is Johnny and I’m sorry the house is a mess
I’ve just received a threatening letter from the IRS
And a similar bit of erotic mail from the Iowa Department of Revenue
I’m counting on you tonight my strange lover
They’ll find me sulking towards a government center
Clutching a copy of the apocalypse flea
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Homecoming Queen
03:35
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Black market firework I’m on fire, it’s the sixth of July
Of all the goddamned rooms I coulda walked into
I chose the one with your light
Here come the little monsters of the summer
They’re dressed and groomed
Sneering like a high school punk band
Plugged into the wall in the living room
Molly Freeze shaved her head in a manic panic
And drove her shitty car to the sea
A few years later, so did Rocky Dean
The thrill is the joyride and all joyrides must come to an end
And all the King's horses and all the King's men
couldn't put me back together again
Teach me how to love and defend
and I will never again take this all for granted
Teach me how to love and defend
and I will never again take this all for granted
Fluoxetine honeymoon, getting drunk on a schoolbus
with Marshalltown punks
And to be clear and for the record, I love where I come from
The thrill is the joyride and all joyrides must come to an end
I feel like I’m teetering, can they put me back together again?
Here come the little monsters of the summer
Fake lashes, Mickey Mouse boots
Here come the little monsters of the summer
Sneering like a high school punk band
Plugged into the wall in the living room
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You look like the morning sun you rise on every corner
You look like the morning sun you shine on every street
You look like the morning sun darkness is surrounding me
You look like the morning sun love deliver me
The time we’ve spent apart may my heart turn a brighter shade
Time we’ve spent together could never ever be spent in vain
You look like the morning sun
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In the shadow (In the shadow)
In the shadow (Yeah in the shadow)
I wanna roll spring sunny Saturday
Winter be gone good times are coming our way
You hit my eyes like a bloom every time I see you again
In the shadow of Ingredion
In the shadow of Ingredion
In the shadow of Ingredion
There is power in union
Who wanna roll? Spring sunny Saturday
Winter be gone good times are coming our way
You hit my eyes like a bloom every time I see you again
If watch out for my friends (In the shadow of Ingredion)
May my friends watch out for me
It takes a village (In the shadow of Ingredion)
It takes a higher ethic than greed
In the shadow of Ingredion
May no evil forces move against me
In the shadow of Ingredion
There is power in union
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Bloodsport
02:15
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I don’t know all about Kali Yuga
I don’t know if this is Babylon
All I know is that peace from within is the final mission of the path I’m on
Help others along, admit when I’m wrong
Speed and velocity singing our song
It’s a violent world but we’ve got borderless love
United and strong
I don’t want blindness I wanna see
I don’t want bondage I wanna be free
2024 and I can’t believe the way your hatred seethes
Sounds like your fear and your trauma to me
Say it with me it still needs to be said
There’s no such thing as a racist friend
If they want war, we’ll meet them.
I’ve never been the kind to sit around worryin’
If they want war, if they want war
We’ll meet them, we’ll meet them
If they want war, if they want war
We’ll meet them, we’ll meet them
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Kid Hard Dub
01:40
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instrumental
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Over The Road
02:02
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Riding as fast as he wanted to with the gas brutes in the days following
Rolling in the driftless
Enamored with Ms. Black as the shock was peeling
Backyard bonfire, 505
Infernal, oh my soul
I can hear the trainyard
I can feel the speedway
I can hold my hands to the fire that is burning below
Over the road
Over the road
Over the road
Over the road
Over the road
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Talismanic
05:46
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A riot
For all these years of squirming
For all these days I’ve laid to waste
All these years of lead
Oh this consequence, oh this grace
I’ve been trying to remember you
The way you would have wanted me to
After all these years riding low
Maybe I’ll rise again
Then again maybe I won’t
Maybe I did it all for Jackie
Maybe I don’t care what that makes me
Beauty persists
Make me an anvil, make me an instrument
Oh to reach such great heights
At such a tender age
It was you
Standing below Madonna taking my breath away
And I love you in the dead hours
And I love you in crystal days
And I love you in growth
And I love you in decay
It doesn’t have to be the way I want it could be
Nothing is permanent I carry you with me
It won’t always be the way I wish it could be
Nothing is permanent I carry you with me
I don’t have to be what you want me to be
Nothing is permanent, I carry you with me
Nothing is permanent, I carry you with me
I carry you with me
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