1. |
Straw People
04:09
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You never talk to no one
Their houses too far away to see
You tell your kids you're no one
And they both agree
You were born inside a farmhouse
A castle surrounded by seeds
You never saw the future
From down in the weeds
All my friends are made of straw these days
Turn to ashes every night
Tell me what you'd like to hear
Won't be here this time next year
Stand outside and make a joke for you
I'm not so sure I'm funny anyway, let me tell you
Last night I got drunk all by myself and yelled and played guitar, what do you mean you're having children, some days I barely feed myself
Laughing outside talking makes my throat hurt these days anyways, yea it looks like twin peaks out here, these forest fires are killing me
Taking smoke breaks every hour
To stand outside all by myself
So ya never talk to no one
Never never gonna let your secrets loose you don't know how
To talk to no one
Gotta gotta gotta think up some excuse, you must know I can read your mind
From down in the weeds
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2. |
Digging Up Flowers
04:34
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Tear up the soil for cellar hideaways
Picking a spot to plant the crops
Gatherin fruit to boil and hide away
Clear the trees and the rust, make a path down to the fire
I'm digging up flowers
Eating up all their seeds
Nuthin can stop me breathing in all the air that I need
Are you really happy when the annuals bloom
(Left to my own devices getting black and blue)
You're convinced we're different now, yea I'm different now
Feel like someone new
They're paving the gravel into interstate
I'm talking to streetlights by the dawn
Yea and no one knew
You'd take all the food and water
Make a case for three floor walk up lives
Floods in springtime, broke by March I'm
Trying not to lose it
It's all negative reviews in
Leave the farm to banker's sons
I'm trying not to lose it
The rain is coming down on you
Fates designed to prove you wrong
I'm digging up flowers
To plant where you laid your feet
Nuthin can stop you tearing down anything you might need
Are you really happy when the annuals bloom
(Left to my own devices getting black and blue)
You're convinced we're different now, yea I'm different now
Feel like someone new
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3. |
Across the Plains
02:14
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I lost a friend today, they say he lost his mind
It was a matter of time, just a matter of time
Head south across the plains, I don't recognize
The land that's passing me by, things are passing me by
Shoot back what comes our way, whatever we can find
Its what I'm leaving behind, why did I leave it behind?
Stand helpless on the sideline, keeps me awake at night
Just to escape with my life, did I really survive?
How could I complain? I followed unquestioningly, you're no guiltier than me
Dressed you up in chains and watched you bleed, too far away to see
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4. |
Dumont
02:31
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5. |
Platform Manner
04:42
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I go for a walk up your sleeves just to face you
Lost the thread and stained the bed tonight
As long as I go I'm leaving traces
Peeling off pieces while you're looking for peace of mind
You play the program, scream down the hall
I stumble past after curtain call
My platform manner's unforgiving, I won't ever make a living acting
Like someone you once knew
I try and sink into good graces
Drunk on when sung along with every line
I've written off all of your faces
It's out of my head, too late to memorize
You play the program, scream down the hall
Signs all light up for applause
I never know if I'm acting
Am I performing just for you
I never know if I'm telling the truth
I never know if I'm telling the truth
I never know if I'm telling the truth
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6. |
Cramping Up
01:00
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Cramping up and yelling about this that or the other thing
Lighten up don't worry me with anything
Stop wondering why
We're all gonna die
And there's not a thing you can do about it
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7. |
Fruit Fly
03:38
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Spitting cherry pits into your eyes
I'm a fruit fly
Charm offensive, sweet and sour lies
Today we'll die
Cough and stutter on the kitchen floor
Enjoying the view
Of nothing
You've had enough
A few days old
I hope you're gone long before I let you go
You slide a cigarette into your mouth
Don't make a sound
Blow some smoke that I can't fly around
You shot me down
Spiral downwards like a plane from the war
Maybe next time it's you
You've done it
You've had enough
Do what you're told
I hope you're gone long before I let you go
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8. |
3:30 MST
04:08
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3:30 mountain standard time
We've spread out far and wide
Coast to coast, making mountains and molehills
And should you choose to take a side
I won't play the part
Of a highway splits the prairie apart
Yea we're chasing satellites
To the ground
Got a selfish appetite
Don't you now?
I thought I’d be a jealous guy
Instead i’m just a liar, it’s not poetic, it’s just being a bad person
You said I should let jesus christ inside but why would I
You that we're both in the dark, why find reasons to be farther apart
And do you think that it’s a lie
Its just taken me a while to get used to
Do you ever change your mind?
Not that I'd stand behind you
I'll feel good without you
Yea I'll feel good without you
Yea and what am I gonna what am I gonna do
Without you
3:30 eastern standard time
Left you two hours behind
I think Im scared I'm a bad person
And if we pulled apart my sides
Im not sure what you'd find
Something you won't recognize
Nothing you won't recognize
Someone I won't recognize
And do you think that it’s a lie
(were chasing satellites)
Its just taken me a while to get used to
(to the ground)
Do you ever change your mind?
(you got a selfish appetite)
I have reason to believe you won't choose to
(don'tcha now)
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9. |
Man of the Century
04:27
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Don't say it
Don't say whatchya mean to me
Dont say it
Be the man of the century
I ran away and I cut my leg wide open
At a transit stop we're screaming and my hands are bloodied and they're frozen
Yea it tore me up, I know that this is not the one you love
Leave a path of broken glass behind me, watch my world kaleidascopin
I never talk about it
Sometimes I lose control
It didn't really mean anything
Yea it never meant anything
Didn't mean anything at all
Come to the river darling, float through the reeds
Kept you in stitches pouring your heart in the seams
And it won't help cast yourself to sea
What I've seen
Carry a torch for tortured animals fleas
Sit on the porch and order the rain not to freeze
And it won't help to ask yourself to see
What I've seen
Don't say it
Don't say whatchya mean to me
Dont say it
Be the man of the century
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10. |
Pimple on the Prairie
06:46
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I pulled into town at midnight
Traffic lights gone dark
Drive past brick and mortar shells, hotels half caved in on themselves
Making tragedy from art
I took two grams of mushrooms
Laid outside on the lawn
Spent my life inside an 8 pt font on the North Saskatchewan
Mistaking tragedy for art
Just drunk kids lost in the dark
I think about you when I'm high
I don't know how to look away
Slow motion car crash in my mind
We're a predator and prey
We're the restaurant that closed and upped the vacancy rate
A note you can't harmonize
You should come on by
You're a pimple on the prairie
You're an ad break in the way
Shall I compare thee to an old cliché, railway catastrophe
Explaining how the west was won
Ride off into the sun
Ride off into the sun
Take my memory I won't mind
I won't use it anyway
You fill the space I leave behind
Trade the past for progress any day
Why don't you buy some land, build stadiums 2 city blocks wide?
Blame the homeless for the crime
Why won't you come on by?
Its nice in the summertime
A patch of dirt, and empty sky
All dressed in wheat and pine and hay
I'm slowly leaving you behind
Stop coming home to you someday
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12. |
"The Olden Days"
03:58
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