1. |
Jesse Robbins
04:07
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It was a Monday night
Under the placid sky in the desert.
The mountains cried
and the earth was an extension of heaven.
The firmament breathes
and the clouds among it are melting
and what beyond it lays
well I hear there’s no telling.
Underground in the roots and the sand
I know its coming
not a sight or a sound
or a feeling in my flesh
it’s something.
Vibrating in the roots I hear
when I’m dreaming
There’s no secret to share
cuz’ none of them are really worth keeping.
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2. |
Lenins Tomb
02:09
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m awake
or if there is something I forgot to take
when I pried open the medicine chest
avoiding my reflection
in a way, that’s best.
Still there is work
and there are bills to pay.
You’ve got a job
and there is money to make.
Who needs time for love and song
when you’ve got a part
and now you’re pushed along
(like this)
Still there must be a missing piece
to get your elbows out of sinks of grease.
If I’d have known it in the womb
I’d make pilgrimage to Lenin’s tomb
(like this).
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3. |
INSTANT ACTION HERO!
02:35
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You’re a white whisper
time traveller
talk to yourself in a pit of gravel
I know you don’t want money these days
you can get some with the games you play.
You’re a full-time believer
with no religion
and you forget it every minute of the hour you live in
so
dig yourself a hole in outer space
and wait for something else
to hit you in the face.
you’re a burn cruiser
a born loser
everywhere you go gets a little cooler.
Take a drag of this humid air
throw it on the floor so they know you don’t care.
You’re the driver
you’re the captain
you’re the radio man
the best bullshit caller in an ignorant land.
Take your remedy and have your fun
wait for someone else to put you under the gun.
You’re a pink thieves
a free wheeler
minute lover and a real fun dealer.
Getting love and tan in the shade
picking up the pity from the mess that you made
You’re the killer
you’re the devil
the disciple and son
you’re the shooter in the tower
and the elephant gun.
Ramble lonely and ramble long
ramble till’ the minute you forget this song.
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4. |
driveway
02:40
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so I’m in your driveway
key in the ignition
ready to start the day.
Oh, my conscience is fake
are you gonna love me
when there’s no love to make?
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5. |
a vision of Eleanore
02:46
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Turning her back to the banks of the river
the water it rushes but she doesn’t shiver.
Setting her sights on becoming a fable,
I’d give her my life if I thought I was able.
Now she is drowning inside of the memory
with indian summers
and gardens of cherries.
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6. |
the great Greenway bust
05:02
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I watch the sunset in America
see the starry hills tower over us.
I wasn’t fighting,
but I came prepared
so they slammed the door
but nobody cared.
And win or lose it
I am just a boy,
you are just a girl
with no other choice.
And on the T.V. they dropped F bombs
like we dropped apple pie
on the Viet Cong.
And I watch the moon rise in America
see the sun recede
and the shadows rust.
Run from trouble and an early grave
we watch the lights blink blue
until the break of day.
There is a vision that there’s so much more
but we are beaten and battered
and illegally bored.
So we stay restless
and we work till’ we die,
paying bills and a mortgage
and we don’t know why.
I watch the sunrise in America
see the darkness crumble
as it mocks the dust.
The things I’ve conquered
and the things that I’ve gained
are sliding through my hands
in the morning rain.
I am not patient
and I am not still,
there are crimes of passion,
there are fears to be killed.
The world is deadly
and it’s oh-so fun
but I’ll make the most of America.
I’ll make the most of America.
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7. |
(peepers)
03:01
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Apricots and apple trees,
Lady Junes’ menagerie in your garden,
my heart is hardened.
Shake it loose in the milkweed
dreadful things arresting me,
I’m pardoned,
my soul, a bargain.
Murky depths and prison guards,
killing fields and cut from yards,
a battle for golden apples.
Bridges overtake my mind,
I think of gravity and endless night.
The roads are clogged with traffic lights,
through the fog they are a gruesome sight.
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Selling foreign credit cards on the deep web
starry-eyed, teary, in white
like a newlywed.
I’m gonna’ show you the back road to Belmont,
out of gas, overdressed in the trailer park.
And what could anybody want from a beauty queen
rolling in the fallen pines and the evergreens?
Starting to tan with the late March snow
losing it to Dancing Queen on the radio.
Rosemary, peppermint on my bleeding hands,
I’m gonna make you a brand new something,
I’m gonna make you a brand new something,
I’m gonna make you a brand new something.
And win it or lose it,
sleeping on my two feet,
hazy-headed, heavy-hearted on Main Street.
No driving back, far as I can tell,
my reputations lost and they know me all too well.
Cinnamon lips and an eye for the minuscule,
spent all her money and dropped out of high school,
moved back home to central Arizona,
singing Hare Krishna, cherry cola.
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9. |
Darkness breaks down
05:29
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10. |
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Neon casino,
material waste,
cold out the window
cold outer space.
Mixed between miles
and long sunless days,
linger above me,
lovely and strange,
lovely and strange.
But there is light on the other sides’ coast,
when I return I am but a ghost-
But a ghost.
Me, I’m a ghost.
Me, I’m nowhere.
Me, I’m the man with the sun in his hair.
Me, I’m the counsellor and troubadour,
and me I have opened and I’ll lock the same door.
You know I believe in me,
you know I believe in time.
You know I believe in its effortless passing
and lack of a reason why.
Monday, it drags,
Tuesday is brief.
Wednesday, lover, fool,
Thursday, maker, thief.
And Friday closes in.
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