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Kick In The Pants
05:12
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Lappin up sympathy like it’s my hobby
Pukin up oysters in the hotel’s lobby
Sadly I’m that guy you pretend not to know
Cause lately I’ve been feeling all sorts of drowsy
Yeah lately things have been murky grey black-water
I wanna tune out, disappear, find a void, recollect
-Aw shit god DAMN ain’t that a kick in the pants?
My Dad always says patience is everything my son
As he pondered silently, the world built around him
We live in a desolate desert ghost town
Where you hear nothin; a gust of wind, cattle bawling
The coyotes hollerin- oooh ooh ooh ooh
(In these parts I lace up my shoes--I was once a runner of promise
I jog circles round the bend up and down til i find a pond- skip a rock
Now I wait, i can’t wait, tell me is this good or bad?)
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I got a list of a million things to do and I’m slowly checkin em off
My son’s name is Jerhico
My dog listens well
I got a tiny dinosaur I chewed as a kid sitting on the shelf
I’m trying to do better, I’ve cut back drinking
Right now I can breathe air that’s not so harsh
though A kind gesture will surely drop me to my knees
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I’m Sorry! It’s been a rough year, I’ve been depressed for a while now
Mom and Pops, they ain’t too proud of me
I see the way they look, man, it’s bringing me down
But my friends are back in town and i’m glad to see them here-- though I know I’m sure to disappoint
Cause i been drinking alone these days--It’s become a sad little routine, you see
My pals, who disapprove roll their eyes and shrug--Thinkin God damn he’s at it again
They say ain’t it time for a haircut, you stupid hippy dick?
I spent my haircut money on beer
Frustrated, I punched the window it did not crack
It cracked my small little knuckle bone though
Oh my friends are back in town
So I gotta be a little more cheery-oh
I drank whisky but I still ain’t cheery, no
But don’t feel sad for me
I got some adderall on a basement shelf, some Icelandic Vodka that’s nice, alright
I lock myself alone
Maybe I’ll break a bone
I rate high in midichlorians, low in self-esteem- this pepto in my cocktail isn’t sitting right at all
Sometimes I wish I were a baby boy- the face of innocence
Yeah, yeah, I know you’ve heard it all before -- but can you argue the merrit I possess?
Sure, I’m a skinny white guy who’s got it made- But still somehow manages to complain
I’m quite gifted at ruining sweet things I wear a frown ain’t got no guts I am a broken man
But this has gotta stop somehow though there is no way I’m finding calm on my own
Could you grab that frying pan from the kitchen sink and knock some sense back into this skull?
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the virgin-jesus-christ-type came looking for a fist fight--I heard they hurt him so bad he’s lost faith--it’s sad
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Heart Throb
04:14
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The distance is getting to me already-- and it’s only been a few days, a few days
It’s crazy, i know, but I can’t explain, you makes what’s good better, when people let me down
My drinking isn’t funny anymore
It doesn’t dull any of it, any of it
I want to be near you again--Reaffirms this bond so much, so much
I’m pushin’ away from the sky again
Workin the evenings, losing my edge, to get back to you
Just know that I couldn’t wait to fly back
Find somewhere close to kiss you hard or go down with you
I don’t know what I was waiting for
Sorry i can be such a fool--Making dumb excuses
Let’s not ever jump that well again
There’s water up here, no need to drown
I’ll try not to be a sad, mopey jerk
But i’m sure at times, I’m bound to slip up
Ooh crazy kids
Will learn
Yeah Will learn
(Our Heart will grow hard, turn brown, blow the bottoms out but we’ll learn to tie the knot and eat fancily and up on Mt. Columbus we’ll plant a foreign flag with the names writ in blood yeah they said that this is it they said that this is it that this is that that this is it
Ooh crazy kids will learn— see my smiling face chatter in the wind like false teeth clackers)
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4. |
Riffs On An Average Day
04:16
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I was a hopeful kid
But I lost another job I didn’t want
And I drank my body into ruin!---Oh man, my body is sore
Cause I been havin a heart attack of a while ---And it’s gettin pretty scary
I’m a chit-catterin mad-house victim—surrealist nightmare covered in vomit
I wanna go to Disneyland and disappear Into nostalgia doublethink - doubt
-Riffs on an average day
It’s sad too since the porn I been watchin has grown pretty unappealing
The models are thing boneyards- too much like me, too much like me
And it’s all got me pretty down
I been readin about the end of the world--How to prepare, who to cut out
And I know I’m not unique, and I know I’m not special So now after a long night out
I smoke a joint and take a bath--Watch cartoons and slowly drift off
Even my dreams are dull--Vanilla, bland wallpaper crowds my mind
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I was a hog in shit, rollin in the upsetting dirt and grime
Now I sit, sit waiting, sit waiting for a big, I don’t know, something to drop down and save me
And I’m kinda paralyzed--Like a frozen ice-man sculpture, up on Everest
I find it hard to breathe and rationalize any positive outcome
I find it kinda hard to breathe, acme anvil on my chest
I find it kinda hard to breathe or a good reason to
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I was a thoughtless rogue--So I stuck a hot fork into my tongue
I moaned, and iced the wound--Sharp pains collide in my pressure cooker rib cage
It’s misery in true form-- ignorance at its’ peak
Not too long after my Mom came into chat, my head inside a bloody pillow case
She slapped me good and said you gotta quit with that racket
I said, i know, but whatcha gonna do? Sing hum da doo, and carry on as I am?
That my friend I just can’t do, I ain't no pop singer, I ain’t no pop singer
My ambitions dried up, i'm a carcass washed ashore
(My therapist said, it’s time to remove the crutches I can see the blisters
But it’s tough
I’m real scared)
cause it's hard to believe that tomorrow will be different —Better or worse—Black out or not
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5. |
Uncle's Kitchen
04:42
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Dancing slow in your uncle’s kitchen
We were nearly finished school
I had just written my last exam
I was a little lost again
But that was a nice night, wasn’t it?
I threw up on the mat a couple days later
Sorry, That was embarrassing
No more whisky and strippers for this old man
You said, you’re a piece of shit but I like you
I said, I’m a little nauseous
Taking care of you while you were sick
Made me realize we could grow old
I’ll be a crazed jeriatric
With a pet crow, 3 dogs, and a large cat
We’ll be living on a ranch
Isolated from the rest of the world
That’ll be good cause I don’t know about you but I’m getting sick of everyone else
I’m a bitter almond
I feel a little gross inside
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Cause I never understood other’s affection
It can make me so uncomfortable
I don’t want you to be stuck with me
But I don’t think you feel that way
So I keep telling myself
As to not drive you nuts
Cause I like Slint but you’re into Billie
That’s ok, I’m glad we’re different, two of me, no thank you
I know i can be difficult
So thanks for sticking by
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6. |
Say Hello To Gilbert
04:40
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Say hello to Gilbert for me
Tuning the piano
He drove all the way from Utah
The least you can do
Is have some lunch
Cause his Mormonism--it means nothin
And even though he gets a little pushy
He’s still a pretty nice guy
But that doesn’t change the fact
That I’m extremely uncomfortable
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My in laws doing renovations
In my house, for their vacation
Taking time and energy
Extremely selfless and thoughtful
But why do I come home
And fear that there’s not someone else
To break up the conversation
Beautiful people contributing
And mI’m extremely uncomfortable
-bridge-
I’m completely normal
But there’s something very wrong with me
It is not debilitating
But it’s certainly exhausting
therapist says that I’m alright
Compared to others, that’s probably true
But despite all that
Most of the time I’m extremely uncomfortable
Having coffee with my parents
As we bitch about our relatives
They are funny - they are lovely
And I feel so very lucky
Then A realization sweeps over me
That they don’t really know me---And they never really have
I’m just their own idea, of the son (boy) they think I am
We were brought together by circumstance
Emotionally- relatively - absent
But I still love them, and they love me
But I’m still extremely uncomfortable
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Storms, A-comin--Better find the will to live there’s a holocaust on its way
better Lock those shetler’s dug filled with peaches and all our prized goods
I saw the paper yesterday my friends are dropping off like flies soon it’ll be just you and I plucking daisies daisies daisies
She said “I hope we make it through this”
But I knew, this belly ache--- it’s gettin worse
Like a spider crawling out like a strange euphoric state
But I promise to fight as long as I’m able
Til my bones turn brittle and my mind slips out my ear
I’ll let my howl soar like frightened eagles lost
And Bastardize myself— a blemished figure lame
I’ll burn the forest snuff out life as if a spent cigarette
I’ll hear the whimpers of the apes the wolves the hogs the sheep the mice
I’ll hear the pitter patter of their running hooves and feet and sleep calmly at night
---Run and Hide,, run and hide, I’ve seen the fallen house I’ve seen the dawn of man
His ass bled when it hit the concrete
He’d jumped eight stories just to get away
what a pathetic mess that boy had become
She gasped, I pulled her head in tight- to cover up the horror
I was dizzy-- felt uneasy, a crowd had gathered --eyes of piercing daggers
I whispered “i don’t like the looks of these clowns-their sad stare’s lucid. let’s get the Hell along, I’m an ice cube in your palm.”
She smirked weatily said “don’t worry. Baby, I got this,”
Withdrew a pistol from her within drawers and fired twice into the air
The crowd dispersed- we carried on- down an alley, through the sewer, out a drain, and into safety.
We walked hand in hand as the sun slowly set kissing each other gently on the cheeks
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Oh my dear I am so sad that this is it
I can see the waning light
The haze has set ---a yellow lamp shade has been placed gently atop my head
I've found a quiet place to settle in up the mountains where the cold bites like a viper’s fang
I wheeze--gasp for air- I can feel an eternal life force dimming down dull
The oil has turned to wine and the wine has turned back to grapes as I will turn to dust to dirt to shit to man to grace again
And with each and every blink I arrive closer to God or a thing that has taken her place
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8. |
Found In Limbo
06:35
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White light--shines through
The window-
the window -is cracked and chipped
It is - so cold- im shivering
The snow is- thick and wet
I’m slipping- im slipping
I made a home
Of wood and brick
A fire rumbles, crackles, and pops
There is a warm center
A Concept vast, stays humble
Clear valley, river side
Limbo, a yellow haze
Contented- - and at peace
Got a reason, a reason to be!
There is nothing
There is nowhere
There is nothing and nowhere or no one I’d rather be
You hear that?
(FOUR BAR BREAK!FOURBARBREAK!)
Silence
Raw - untethered
Nothing here- but the slightest whistle
(ambiance)
And I wanted to congratulate you on the big leap
It’s hard, I know you’re sore and frail join your kin up here
Reach out, grab my hand- careful to mind the thorns
They’ll rip and tear your soft sweet skin
We’ll need it for harvest up here
Close your eyes forget it all
It’s ok to rest
White light, riverside, palace place for tea
There’s nothin here, there’s nothin here, there’s nothing but calm
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9. |
Blacked Out
06:13
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I was wadin through a cloud of glass
And it hurt my guts
I’d been taking my medication, but I was still irritable as Hell
My dog had eaten my glasses, some scum piece of trash took my bike
The mundane agony of nothing made me want to do, well…., nothin
The yellow haze came pouring through my windshield last night
I really liked it back then though
When I was drunk layin in the grass
It was cold but the wind kept me awake
When I blinked the moon blinked with me
And then I’d sleep as long as I could
Became a caterpillar curled in its’ cocoon
The sun rose and cooked me warm
My body refused to wake
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The end is here
I don’t want to go
I don’t want to go
I don’t want to go
No no oh no no
Someone help me, someone please help me
It’s white glaring hot
Then snap
Black
And black
And black and black
Make peace
The sun is setting on a blue horizon
The sun is setting on your sweet evening bliss
The sun is setting overtop the precipice below deep black water
(yellow haze… got my Bojack Shirt on….. Sun setting---deep black water)
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10. |
Home By The River
04:55
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Wine in a jug
Home by the river
Plastic ballerina trapped inside a pint glass
Boy with trimmed hair
Girl with homemade gown scorched at the edges
Children wrap around the fire for warmth and story time
More Tales Of Frailty presented with Earnest by your dead beat DAD
“Goodbye- Farewell- I love you”
It’s The first real day of spring after another long winter
What is it who am i what am i doing? Where is it what is it what is going on? What am I who am I what does it mean? …. Etc…
Blink and blink blink blink and blink
Asleep i sleep sleep sleep and sleep
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The Misanthropes Lethbridge, Alberta
A couple of chaps who like to make music with their spare time. One day we aim to tour! We got a van, now we only need the fans to match....
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