1. |
Weedeater
02:57
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(instrumental)
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2. |
Waiting for the Fire
05:15
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I'm just waiting for the fire.
To see what burns, and who remains.
So long the buildup,
But we still ran out of time.
Sifting through the ashes,
somehow before the blaze.
A tragedy too common to avoid.
So here we wait for the fire,
and still we're out of time.
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3. |
... later that same day
04:52
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(instrumental)
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4. |
Jelly
03:34
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(instrumental)
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5. |
Lost Boys
07:37
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Young man,
we think we know how far you go to Fargo.
Your skinny fingers lost in a thrift store mitten.
Lost, the panic so chronic it withered you at the river,
and shivered you on across.
Now you're living inside a dream
the Red River Valley.
Try to thumb a ride back
on a cold green IGA mango.
But there's no back to go to.
Back to cross the Gilo,
withered ... shallows ... current
thrashing forward
Back into the backside of your mind
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6. |
Lift
06:52
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(instrumental)
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7. |
Improvise
05:14
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If I look back,
what do I see?
The wind, a dog, a glimpse of a story
If I look forward,
up beyond the next bend,
I soon lose track of the page that I'm on.
Blew in with the breeze just an hour ago.
Armed with my wits, my doubts, five bucks.
Shrugging off any sense of direction.
Searching for any reason to smile.
If I look inside,
The urge to improvise brightly shines.
The sun dies gently,
leaving a glow.
The wind is calm,
and so is my restless soul.
For now, the hoops that we all have to jump through
can wait for me up beyond the next bend.
If I look outward,
I need to see a smile -- improvised.
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8. |
Noodles or Rice?
03:05
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(instrumental)
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9. |
BADGAD
05:28
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(instrumental)
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10. |
Cyclops
04:01
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Staredown with the cyclops
Waiting for it to blink
And I ride the crest of the eyelash
Depriving it of sleep
I snip my thoughts into snapshots
For this eye has eclipsed the brain
And it will not close shut
And I cannot look away
And I have not lived, only watched
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11. |
Pocket Park
02:50
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(instrumental)
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12. |
Bomb Squad
04:39
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(instrumental)
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Scott Morris Darrington, Washington
Acoustic guitarist, plays a 1992 Larrivee D-19 dreadnaught, big-leaf maple body, Sitka spruce top.
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