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I
was just a kid
six or seven
five actually
british muse-
um the mummies
impacted me
jawbones and teeth
brittle and bleached
into the street
all that I'd see
living mummies
just doing their routines
Now I'm twenty-five n drivin comin back from Cleveland caught me daydreamin
liquid diet two days Saturday better part of Sunday afternoon on Monday
I'd never heard the word
tortuous before
for scrabble good to know
although
it's not a word that should
describe esophagus-
es but for mine it does
I went to the rocknroll hall of fame
It was so mesmerizing mesmerizing
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2. |
Maine Potatoes
02:39
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Go ahead and lay beneath the
dragon tree and respite
a while while I till the soil and
boil and toil to woo you.
Is this the true you? The you you?
Wine I tried to brew you
and strawberries I grew you and why
only did you brush away?
Brushes caked in paint in the basemaint.
You always washed off paint.
You're in a craze a phase I hope.
Mineral spirits in your brain.
Now you just sleep all of the time
but you wake up still so tired.
Still vibrant in your dreams and now
you can't live them enough.
Can't live enough can't get enough.
Everybody's got a drug.
Sport's got Phil and coffee's Tauni.
Joni meth and bishop sex.
So sad when a lad or lass pass
suddenly as they dream
so alive they burst at the seams.
So sad but I don't know.
It's certainly a way to go
remembered as their prime
no incontinence or dependence
or senile rattle of death.
Why am I so interested by
lives that die 'fore their prime?
Jesus did it maybe that's it
maybe that's it.
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3. |
Ms. Merizin
02:05
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I never thought that you were into me at all.
You would come to all my games of town baseball
and I'd ignore you when I'd hear you cheer for me.
Prolly be hidin how I'm feelin inside and gee
whizz I think I just miss the way that these summers used to be.
I used to love to ride my bike down through the woods.
Stirrin up shit in town for some reason felt so good.
Cat callin cats and lettin neighbors dogs go free.
Cacklin and chuckin rocks at passin cars and gee
whizz I think I just miss the way that these summers used to be.
Standin in line for cotton candy and taffy
ran into Mr. Phil my coach from little league.
"Hey Mr. Phil you know you ruined sports for me.
Why you always gotta win at your son's games and gee
whizz I think I just miss the way that these summers used to be."
I guess I never really knew you very well.
No I'm not embarrassed or regret how hard I fell.
That's just the way things go I guess oh my oh me
Just say the word and I'll drop all for you and gee
whizz I think I just miss the way that these summers used to be.
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4. |
Mexico
00:43
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Hey Mary Jo,
I'm leavin for Mexico.
Once you read this note
you must burn it in the stove.
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Pittsburgh
00:26
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Let's go down to Pittsburgh and get some coal ash in our lungs.
Let's suppress our daughters and beat the shit out of our sons.
The lights go down in Pittsburgh and you won't have no where to run.
Let's go down to Pittsburgh and try to be someone.
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New York
00:48
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The weight of New York
was too heavy for
my weary shoulders.
Hey Mary Jo I love you dear.
Hey Mary Jo wish you were here.
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7. |
There's a Rugged Road
00:37
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There's a rugged road down by the ocean.
It's lined with primrose and wild rhododendron.
I feel the breeze and my nervous apprehension.
I said baby please can we stop I need a quenchin.
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8. |
Alberta
00:36
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There's sweetness on your breath as we crossed the border to Canada.
The cattle was loose on the road and we know Alberta will free us.
We will run far into the sun.
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9. |
If it's Really Nothing
01:07
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If it's really nothing like you said then
why does she text you all the time and
what why was her ripped shirt in the trashcan?
Why was her lipstick on your chin dad?
If it's really nothing like you said so
why then did mom try to blow her brains out?
Why do you live in PA with that girl now?
Why are you more like a friend than a dad now?
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10. |
This Old Glove
01:07
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I don't need this old glove anymore.
It seems that all my talent has up and sprinted for the door.
No longer do I hit home runs as batter number four.
I don't need this old glove anymore.
I don't need these old shoes anymore.
No longer am I run down the hill to the store.
No longer does my mother need milk and eggs anymore.
I don't need these old shoes anymore.
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