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At the edge of burning mountains
I sat with the oldest person I’ve ever known
Ruby Haas at 100 years old
I’m thankful for her seed
Given to my grandmother
And my grandmother to my father
And my father to me
Because without it I likely wouldn’t be anything
I dreamt that I was something you wrote
One mile up in depression era Colorado
Did I leap of the page?
Was I screamin’ when I was born right there on that page?
I wish you’d left me something to say
For the people gathered ‘round to read all of my names
At my birth at Burning Mountains
Strange it’s all I’ve ever known
That existence was written at the tip of your pen
In that notebook that holds everything
I dreamt that I was something you wrote
One mile up in depression era Colorado
Did I leap off the page?
Was I screamin’ when I was born right there on that page?
I wish you’d left me something to say
But when my moment comes I’ll stand and I’ll say
I wanna paint your face
All cold and grey
Just like it was in those pictures
Those pictures that you’d take
And hang ‘em all around your room
On Sunday Afternoons
While I would sleep
You couldn’t sleep, you wouldn’t sleep
But your car, like your hair
Your unmade hair
What a mess of trash and drugs
Rollin’ all around the neighborhood
Blastin’ songs that you would sing
Only knowing vaguely what they mean
But they were yours
And no matter what happens, my friend
I know that all good things must pass
But if you were here
Or maybe I was there
We could write some hits
Maybe make it big
We wouldn’t have to say
Don’t be a stranger
We’ve shared too many drinks
to let such things make us unfamiliar
And no matter what happens, my friend
I know that all good things must pass
If I was there, year after year
I wouldn’t have to say
What a stranger we’ve both become
I want it back and I want it now
Put your arms in the arm, that unclean air
What a mess of flesh and blood
Roamin’ around the neighborhood
Blastin’ song that you would sing
Only knowing vaguely what they mean
But they were yours
I wanna paint your face
All cold and grey
Just like it was in the pictures
The pictures that you’d take
And hang ‘em all around your room
On Sunday afternoons
While I would sleep
You couldn’t sleep, you wouldn’t sleep
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Cut it Down
03:21
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What a creature, what a beast
Always grinnin’, always pleased
And oh, I’ll keep pumping my blood ’til I go
And if it’s not enough let me know
‘Cause I can feel all my bad chemicals
Working their way through my core
Fillin’ my brain with all those
Thoughts of my relief
Being tangled in my sheets
And sour notes
Leafless autumn trees
And a song about decay I never wrote
Cut it down
I can feel my eyes rollin’ back
While my senses do their job
With form and figure coming to life
We may never die
The machines have gone to sleep
The rest their parts until they’re told to go
They’re the enemies of trees
Creating buildings and the streets for us to roam
They’ve paved the path of my parade
They’ve made space for my tirade
That seed is sewn
Cut it down
We are waiting for
Our instructions as to who
Should live or die for the cause
I can feel my eyes rollin’ back
While my senses to their job
With form and figure coming to life
We may never die
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Future Me
02:45
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I’m always chest deep in the weeds
Lookin’ for something sweet
But if it finally shows its face
I hope don’t stray
Because I wanna make quick work
Of all the simple things
But if you’re trying to meet
Just let me know where to be
And I’ll take the afternoon off
Oh, I’ve got thoughts
Of sneaking away at noon and blowing shit off with you
All this dust on my shelves
It hides all those books so well
And just like I knew I would
I twist and I turn and I fall
Because I always heed the call
There’s this guy I’ve yet to meet
I call him Future Me
And though I don’t know him well
I can tell you right now
That he’s not the biggest fan of who I seem to be
But if you’re trying to meet
Just let me know where to be
And I’ll take the afternoon off
Oh, I’ve got thoughts
Of sneaking away at noon and blowing shit off with you
All this dust on my shelves
It hides all those books so well
And just like I knew I would
I twist and I turn and I fall
Like when you said that I should
Don’t know you me, I could just sit and spell you name
For days and days and days
But then I wouldn’t have the time
Send all your ships to sail
All this dust on my shelves
It hides all those books so well
And just like I knew I would
I twist and I turn and I fall
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Great Wave
04:15
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Your old glow
It still grows all of the time
Great Lakes, with all of your big waves
Don’t let me down
I’ve been waiting on that God machine
To come and knock us loose
Now I need some proof
Of all the pieces we’re made of
There may be no one to save us
There may be no one to claim us
Oh, Great Wave
I’ve been living in the shadow
The shadow of a city
And I think of all its people
With the houses that they keep
Because I can hear their voices howling
While they drink on holidays
Are they as happy they seem?
I’ve never seen them show their teeth
It’s important to be pleased
But to want is to be weak
I’ve been waitin’ on my God machine
To come and knock us loose
Now I need some proof
Of all the pieces we’re made of
There may be no one to save us
There may be no one to claim us
I’ve been waiting on that God machine
To come and knock us loose
Now I need some proof
I’ve been thinkin’ of your old fruit
And how it does decay
I’ve been think of its old flesh
And how it falls away
And how everyone I know
Is gonna find a piece of land
Somewhere to rest their bones
When they’ve finished up their dance
I’ve been thinking of your old fruit
And how it used to taste
I’ve been thinking of this whole mess
And how it seems to fade
And how the only the thing I know
Is there’s a great wave a comin’
It’s gonna make us right
We’ll all get clean tonight
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Lay Out Long
02:57
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Last night I woke from a dream
Where I stole your car and took it out to get it cleaned
Because I love you, I want you
I want to want you
But it’s all that I can do to keep thinking of you
I’m gonna haunt this town when you’re gone
I’m gonna stay out late and sing all your favorite songs
Because I love you, I want you
I want to want you
Oh to be sprawled out on your lawn
Breathing up the oxygen
Firing off all your favorite songs
I’ll keep us ‘till I learn them all
If they finally rest their notes
I’ll keep on ’til I get it right
I’m gonna haunt this town when I’m gone
I’m gonna stay out late and sing all my favorite songs
Because I love to, I want to
I want to want to
But it’s all that I can do to keep living for you
There’s a thought that keeps comin’ on
I wanna lay out long ’til all the work is done
Because I love to, I want to
I want to want to
Because it’s all that I can do to
To keep coming for you
I stumble, I falter, I wonder how often
And far one may can go
Oh to be sprawled out on your lawn
Breathing up the oxygen
Firing off all your favorite songs
I’ll keep us ‘till I learn them all
If they finally rest their notes
I’ll keep on ’til I get it right
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Pale Parts
03:09
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I heard that you perfected all your lines
Because you could always take the time
To get them right
But you pulled apart your eyes
Looking for some sign
To call out the names of some familiar sights
And you go
Drivin’ home at 17 through Texas snow
I wanna see every shade you wear
And how they look to you
Because I can only assume
That you’ve seen them change
Your color’s all gone
You haven’t been out in too long
And I’m sure that the sun misses your shoulders just as badly as I do
I think about your pale thighs
And how you’d rarely show them off
And when you did, oh, how the sun
Would burn them raw
Because I still have tiny scars
On the backs of both my arms
From where you dug your nails in
And you go
Drivin’ home at 17 through Texas snow
But oh
Your color’s all gone
Your color’s all gone
I wanna see every shade you wear
And how they look to you
Because I can only assume
That you’ve seen them change
Your color’s all gone
You haven’t been out in too long
And I’m sure that the sun misses your shoulders just as badly as I do
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7. |
I Become a Moth
03:08
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It feels so good
Messin’ around and breakin’ the rules
I think I’ve figured it out
So I’m gonna write it down in some wet cement
Oh Jesus
When are you gonna start growing up?
I’ve had enough
But I become a moth
When I a light comes on and I can’t turn it off
I can feel a weight on my shoulder
Familiar call of an old friend
Drawin’ me out in the open
I want some light to come and wash over me
Make me new and clean, whatever that means
We used to drive around with the windows down
Light one up and let the ember burn down
But all you are now is the ghost of this town
Oh Jesus
When you gonna stop growing up?
When you gonna stop giving up?
I am my breath
And whatever I do causes what’s next
So I no longer want to be a moth
When a light comes on I’m gonna turn it off
I can feel a weight on my shoulder
Familiar call of an old friend
Drawin’ me out in the open
I want some light to come and wash over me
Make me new and clean, whatever that means
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Year of the Horse
03:23
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All my friends, they make the best of it
And when they go out at night
You better believe it’s on
We were never certain
But we never planned to be
We were growing up slowly
Just takin’ our time
It was the year of the horse
We never had a chance
In the year of the horse
No one stands a chance
Oh my god, the Devil’s been out tonight
Playing old songs and lookin’ for a fight
You were never perfect
But you never had to be
You were throwing up late
On the streets of Detroit
It was the year of the horse
We never had a chance
In the year of the horse
No one stands a chance
I’ve seen a lot of things
I’ve been a lot of places
But what of my debts?
And what of my demons?
It was the year of the horse
We never had a chance
In the year of the horse
No one stands a chance
It was the year of the horse
We never had a chance
In the year of the horse
No one stands a chance
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9. |
Urban Economics
04:37
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Tell us, has your light gone out?
Tell us, of the forms and shapes we know
Tell us, that you’re nothing more than stones
Tell us
At a stop sign near the county line
I’ve chased them back
But I can’t hear a sound
For the ninth time in nine tries
With the sky all black, no stars around
I might be invisible
With the sky all black, no one around
At a stop sign near the county line
I could chase them back, but they won’t lie down
They must be invisible
Tell us, has your light gone out?
Tell us, of the forms and shapes we know
Tell us, that you’re nothing more than stones
Tell us, when you go where do you go?
At least half the time
You’re all lit up like a highway sign
And the road plays a beat in three-quarter time
Now, one, one in every five
Has gone out searching for that old night sky
And they’re asking
Could you bum us a smoke?
And they were wonderin’ where the stars go
They moved out of the city
Just to buy up some land
I want you in my city
Just to have you tag along
They moved out of the city
Just to buy up some land
I want you in my city
Just to have you all around
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