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Number 3
04:05
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A smooth door paler than the light
That lies limp across your face
Blocks the sounds
That ring behind two coats of white paint
Covering a pastel pink
They’re out there waiting
To grip your inner ear
And pull you through
A sunburn that refuses to peel
Sits on my arm and shows the way around
A smooth door is in rough skin and triangles
They’re out there waiting
To grip your inner ear
And pull you through
Balance is a secret question
Asking you to lose your voice
If you try and hold it
It will hide the world from your eyes
Sit still, and without speaking
Tell yourself just what you hear
Stand up, and without moving
Walk away from what you fear
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2. |
The Burning Bridge
02:53
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O my darling sally-o
Dark times they are coming nigh
Crouching in the alley where
Your spirit will surely die
Sink the knife into its belly-o
And spit in its closing eye
Autumn leaves are falling
In the grass by the riverside
The bridge above is creaking but
Below is where you must hide
Though the wood is wet and smelly
It’s on fire inside your mind
Soothing light over the burning bridge
Froze in flight, caught in a calm despair
With no way to go home
Buried in the gully is
The body of your desire
How its clothes are sullied
Like the pants of a dirty liar
Wipe the snot onto your sleeve
For some food when the stores run dry
Foolish pride shackles your tiny legs
Oh, it’s like walking on wooden pegs
That send you hungry to bed
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3. |
Scabs
02:40
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Kim Chi goes bowling
Move just a little
Her hand is a sailor
Hell-bent on pissing
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4. |
Wanderlust
02:42
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Don’t lose your mind to wanderlust
But if you do the things your trust
Will meet you anywhere you lay
My sister’s feet are telling time
I hear her tick and then I’m fine
I haven’t worn a watch in years
The one I lost I bought at Sears
And when I die, my skinny bones
Will find their way into your homes
To make a soup or smash your phone
This song is over at the tone
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5. |
The Spanish Main
03:11
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I was scarce eighteen when I started roving
And a pretty fair maid came in my view
When love takes place in a young man’s attention
He does not mind the hardships he goes through
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6. |
Dimmer Switch
01:13
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I’m alright, I’m alright
What makes you think that I’m not?
I wore the shirt that you made
And the earrings you bought
The pasta’s been boiled
And the stir fry’s been cooked
If it ain’t how I act
It’s the way that I look
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7. |
Vacuuming the Basement
02:47
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8. |
We're Not Dirty
02:51
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The present puffed a “pardon me”
And curled around your bed
You said I’m already late and
Ain’t got time for being led
Well who’s gonna pay when the landlord comes?
Where’s there to hide when the fish grow thumbs?
Who’ll catch when the baby drops?
Who’ll pacify the drunk?
Who mops the cathedral floor
With a bucketful of spunk?
We’re not dirty, we hit the shower and hour ago
He ain’t cheatin’, he sees a cop and he drives slow
She’s not worried as long as fame is tangible
They’re not nervous as long as weed is available
I ain’t workin’ until I feel accountable
You’ve got nerve to eat when you’re already full
We’re not dirty, we hit the shower an hour ago
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9. |
#Three
04:39
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10. |
Blest Be
03:50
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Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in christian love
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above
Tea time is over and the governor’s gone home
Put a copper in the wheelchair purse that I have sewn
My hair has grown greasier with every hour
But the faucet was broken and I couldn’t take a shower
My floor’s filled up with papers and bellybutton lint
A drawer full of letters that never could be sent
But tea time’s a treasure of the early afternoon
Like a wind ensemble made of only oboes and bassoons
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11. |
Faen
00:48
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