1. |
3 Sisters
04:10
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i pick you up inside a hopeless prayer
i see you beholden to nothing
i make a living crying it ain’t fair
& not budging
& i don’t see why
you would lie
it was never the love you wanted
& it’s a state of mind
you designed
you get everything that you want
you might get lost in the moment
take it easy on your opponent
it plays on my mind
how the time passing
covers you like a friend
& i don’t see why
you would lie
it was never the love you wanted
& it’s a state of mind
you defined
you take anything that you want
if you’re not living then you’re dying
just a raw nerve satisfying
some futile bottom line
all my life i’ve been
running from what you want
you drive like you’re wanted in 4 states
in a busted truck in Opelika
your bad reputation carries
& i’m just like ya
i try to justify
& scrape by
i was always the one unsteady
& it’s a state of mind
you malign
& you don’t get caught up in much
i’m defenseless against the sales pitch
am i your moat or your drawbridge?
& it plays on my mind
how the time passing
holds you like pocket change
i don’t see why
you would try
it was never my love you wanted
it always mystifies me
the time passing
covers you like a friend
if you’re not living then you’re dying
a lightning bolt, horrifying
an unsuspecting sky
all my life i’ve been
running from what you want
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2. |
Evil Spawn
03:12
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take my money, i don’t work that hard
i fall asleep in the beating heart
of a dying breed peddling some lost art
watch it fade, watch it fall apart
you let me go on & on
in the tall grass of a con
the prestige of some evil spawn
well i guess that’s yours to settle on
there ain’t nothing to it babe
we can roll around in the disarray
in the final act of the good ole days
oooooh
what you’re holding so close, calls you by name
what you thought was enough now seems insane
if we stand out in some wild city street
dodging every car, every thief & disease
catching tiny crumbs in the heartless breeze
say we’re tough as nails, say we’re both naive
you let me fill every room
wax poetic & presume
your principles ripen into
a fragile tomb, watch it split in two
what you do and you say, sustain harmony
what you thought was enough, well it works for me
there ain’t nothing to it babe
we can roll around in the disarray
in the final act of the good ole days
in the final act of the good ole days
oooooh
oooooh
oooooh
oooooh
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3. |
Ice Cold
03:30
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run it back, boys
it’s didactic
it’s white noise
counteractive
we say the same thing
& yet we argue
some pendulum swings
to an ambivalent muse
a rusted out sign
jesus loves you
landmark of mine
i drill it into
some folktale
i’m keeping alive
while the curtain falls
dramatic demise
& i might fall in love with
the next story i’m told
but i’ll never
have another
burning hot
coursing through me
this is water
it’s blood loss
call it a gamble
or a tight rope walk
you show your face
keep your eyes shut
call your own fouls
cheat your own gut
if i’m losing touch with
everything i once held
i wouldn’t think much of it
run on fumes
abide by nothing
i might have it out with
the next person i see
but i’ll never
have another
burning hot
i run ice cold
i run ice cold
i run ice cold
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4. |
Right Back to It
04:33
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photograph of us
in a spotlight
on a hot night
i was drifting in & out
reticent on the off chance
i’m blunter than a bullseye
begging for peace of mind
i get ahead of myself
bracing for a bombshell
your love written on a blank check
wear it around your neck
i was at a loss
but you come to me on a fault line
deep inside a goldmine
hovering like a moth
i lose a bit of myself
laying out eggshells
i’ve been yours for so long
we come right back to it
i let my mind run wild
don’t know why i do it
but you just settle in
like a song with no end
if i can keep up
we’ll get right back to it
if i swerve in & out of my lane
burning up an old flame
turn a jealous eye
i’ll fall down into a fair game
lick a wound that was not
ever mine
i get ahead of myself
refusing anyone’s help
i’ve been yours for so long
we come right back to it
i let my mind run wild
i don’t know why i do it
but you just settle in
like a song with no end
if i can keep up
we’ll get right back to it
i’ve been yours for so long
we come right back to it
i let my mind run wild
don’t know why i do it
but you just settle in
like a song with no end
if i can keep up
we’ll get right back to it
we’ll get right back to it
we’ll get right back to it
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5. |
Burns Out at Midnight
03:04
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i got something to hold back
if i put up a fight it’ll follow me home
i think i might stay out dancing
if my blood runs cold with a heart of stone
& my fire burns out at midnight
i get home from working hard, honey
state the obvious & watch it work it’s way in
we been checked out, chasing the money
i been trying to tell ‘em it ain’t no way to live
& we go another round, i got nothing to say
it don’t make a difference
might be good on my own, but i ain’t running away
i wanna chase it to the end
when i’m seeing a vision
if we take it way too far
i could stay here forever if i let myself
picking dust off my bright star
if my heart of stone weighs on you heavy babe
just hit the lights & call it a night
i got reason to believe
this old house gave me revelation
i wasn’t prepared to receive
& you been called upon for the duration
you’re a wrangler keeping the pace
hunting for open space
& we might get tangled up, i got nothing to say
it don’t make a difference
i might turn up the heat, it’s getting late
& my fire burns out at midnight
yeah my fire burns out at midnight
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6. |
Bored
02:55
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take it easy honey
catch me toeing the line
lost in a role i play
stuck in a video game
armed with a safety pin
overly confident
my skin is airy thin
but my game is rigged to win
i keep my head up
fill up your empty cup
all in the name of love
while you get the hang of
a shade that suits me
it’s not natural beauty
the line of duty
collapses into me
i — lay out all the basic science
i try — to make it fit, it’s mystifying
i can get along — my spine’s a rotted two by four
barely hanging on — my benevolence just hits the floor
i get bored
lord knows i tried
i keep my mind occupied
watch for the falling tide
make an exit on the sly
armed with a memory
surely will stay with me
fragments of misery
feeding off my body
i keep my eyes shut
sage advice to rebut
a blind squirrel finds a nut
mapping out the shortcuts
20 questions
dexterous protesting
& what a blessing
say you’ve been manifesting
i — lay out all the basic science
i try — to make it fit its mystifying
i can get along — my spine’s a rotted 2 by 4
barely hanging on — my benevolence just hits the floor
i get bored
i get bored
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7. |
Lone Star Lake
03:16
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what do you say
you sleep all day
we drive out to the only lake in Kansas
turkey wheat
my heart sinks in the orange & pink
& i call you by your last name
i’ll kiss you like a fever dream companion
ancient history
we burned that story like the Bama heat
& in the drunkenness of free reign
i’m an outlaw in the court of strong opinions
you’ll kill me
but my failure’s legendary babe
i get caught up in my thoughts
for lack of a better cause
my life’s been mapped out to a T
but i’m always a little lost
you swerve to hit a dead deer
a girl like that would bore you to tears baby
it’s cosmic
a caustic buck knife slicing you
but i’ll sit down at your table
i’ll stand arm in arm with anyone who’s able
to let me
be the object of their misery
& i’ll whistle like a songbird
& you’ll parse my devotional words so carefully
my blood loss
was such a weak performance after all
if i cannot tell a lie
then we might be here all night
my heart’s been strung up like a flag
passively idolize
shirk every rule of thumb
i got more where that came from
my expectations are a cinderblock
i tote around like a hollow gun
what do you say
you sleep all day
drive out to Lone Star Lake
what do you say
you sleep all day
drive out to Lone Star Lake
drive out to Lone Star Lake
we can drive out to Lone Star Lake
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8. |
Crimes of the Heart
03:04
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i got off at your stop, at my stock’s sudden drop
i’m a trusted doorstop or a paperweight, taciturn, inanimate
i can sit on your shelf, like ashes foretell
a spirit in hell while the living sleep right on through, take a shortcut
& i coulda called i suppose, i’m the thorn on your rose
i’m the emperor’s new clothes, & i make it look easier every time
if you’da left it to me who knows where we would be
reading fortunes for free in someone else’s goldmine
survey my breaker like cheap wine
you let it in sometimes
a floodgate you can pantomime
you let it in sometimes
in every crime of the heart, you’ll rip yourself apart
it’s outsider art, provokes every emotion
& it may bewilder a few, it’s an unpleasant view
you’re an agent of truth, twisted up at the tail end
you play the villain like a violin
it comes from within
darkness you can befriend
it comes from within
it’s a dead end
don’t overextend
hail the darkness you can befriend
it’s a dead end
don’t overextend
hail the darkness you can befriend
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9. |
Crowbar
04:01
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i left your heart of glass in my unmade bed
in the right time, you could shine so bright in my doubtful eyes
& i — imprint all your ideas on mine
i — move awkwardly at the speed of light
maybe it’s easier to be afraid - drenched in tragedy, man-made
my compass is an antique - but if i’m not back soon, don’t come looking for me
you can take it pretty far on a prayer that’s pale & synthetic
bending my crowbar with tension that’s telekinetic
a paradox poetic, you get choked up reading the classics
your pride’ll take a gluttonous bite, a stupid question, i’d rather not ask it
i take a sip of something i can barely taste
dull as dusk with a skull and crossbones to bring us luck
& i — i know that you can’t read my mind
but i — swear i said the same thing a hundred times
maybe it’s harder than it should be - variations on a theme
i could wear it right on my sleeve - when an antagonist emerges don’t blame me
you can take it pretty far on a prayer that’s pale and synthetic
bending my crowbar with tension that’s telekinetic
a paradox poetic, you get choked up reading the classics
your pride’ll take a gluttonous bite, a stupid question, i’d rather not ask it
a stupid question, i’d rather not ask it
a stupid question, i’d rather not ask it
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10. |
365
03:07
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365 days
tell me you’re a wounded soldier
ya ain’t had much luck but grace is
in the eye of the beholder
& i had my own ideas but
i carried you on my shoulders, anyways
i stop picking up all your phone calls
take a shot at decency
if i heard your voice on the other line
unceremoniously
the shadows of a lie or
a state of emergency
i’ve been run down
i catch your poison arrow
i catch your same disease
bow like a weeping willow
buckling at the knees
begging you please
if you fly up beyond the cosmos
it’s a long way to fall back down
you always go about this the wrong way
& i’m too weak to just let you drown
so when you kill, i kill
& when you ache, i ache
& we both haunt this old lifeless town
& when you fail, i fail
when you fly, i fly
& its a long way to come back down
365 days
tell me i’m your lucky charm
we defy gravity again
somehow make it out unharmed
& i have my thoughts about it but
i carry you in my arms, anyways
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11. |
The Wolves
03:58
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there’s a car on the corner, she’s waiting for me to come out
& i ain’t said a word in weeks, these old habits’ll weigh you down
i can’t talk to god, i can’t light it up
i can’t take something that i’m unworthy of
you might sing it wrong, clumsy, off key, top’o your lungs, smile at everyone
you don’t ease up on me
ya know i stay in a hurry babe
i miss a lotta good things
if i throw my body
on a plane, in a car, on the ground
i’m living like i’ll never die
& your ax is not a key
there’s a lock on the door that costs more than my car babe
& i ain’t ever come close to crossing that threshold anyway
i can’t hear our song on the radio
without a clear recollection of the touch-and-go
i can’t prize my certainty & let bygones fade away, for my own sake
i walk a paper thin line
i know there’s something for everyone
but i’ve got a one track mind
if i throw myself
to the wolves, i did it all for the glory
not the fruit rotting in my shade
or who’s begging to get inside
there’s a reason i fold, i’m sure it’ll become clear
you been proving yourself wrong, with or without me here
you don’t look around
you don’t check the score
you cause all that trouble & you beg for more
on every warm horizon of what i let disappear
you don’t ease up on me
ya know i stay in a hurry babe
i miss a lotta good things
& when i throw myself to the wolves
i do it all for the glory
not the wind shaking off my leaves
not begging for a key
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12. |
Tigers Blood
03:56
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you come alive in the heat, you ain’t crossing state lines
stood up like a crepe myrtle, can’t be killed or denied
throw a brick through the window, leave your mess at my door
lord knows sooner or later it’d wash up to shore
lord knows sooner or later it’d wash up to shore
you’re laughing & smiling, drove my jeep through the mud
your teeth and your tongue bright red from tigers blood
we were young for so long, seersuckers of time
drank someone else’s juice & left only the rind
drank someone else’s juice & left only the rind
i held it like a penny i found
it might bring me something it might weigh me down
you got every excuse but it’s an eerie sound
when that siren blows, rings out all over town
named after a city y’aint never seen
spellbinding copperheads banging a tambourine
it’s the kiss of death, but it’s the only way out
galloped up to the mirror, looked her right in the mouth
galloped up to the mirror, looked her right in the mouth
i’d’a skated the surface, i’d’a left you alone
by now truer words spoken like blood from a stone
& it fills me with dread but i’ve learnt to ignore
the smell of dust that creeps up through the cracks in the floor
the smell of dust it creeps up through the cracks in the floor
i held it like a penny i found
it might bring me something, it might weigh me down
you got every excuse but it’s an eerie sound
when that siren blows, rings out all over town
when that siren blows, rings out all over town
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