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7/16
01:27
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Gascan
05:11
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Outside, rusted brown ditch drain underground
Soaring under drones, grass blades all disowned
Replaced for a time, defaced, wicked clime
Blue chair stuffed with mud, kitchen floor covered in blood
Mayonnaise in a pie, erased, now we fly
Vacuum semaphore all great like before
Begone out of sight, ulcer, up all night
Acid tripped again, she's my only friend
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Tumbleweed
01:37
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4. |
Working Man's Dirge
03:45
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Spend your life for the powers that say they be
I ain't never worked for nothin see
Now that's all of which that we're aware
Sucked into the great American nightmare
Life ain't nothin but a paycheck in your hand
From your sweat to the bank to the government man
Start young and foolish, end up old and poor
The utility tax man knocks on your broke down door
Childhood memories, hope that you enjoyed them
Lookin for a job you just pick your poison
Blue collar sap, white collar ambitions
He don't have a chance but just to take what they're dishin out to him
Class structure shining as it has for years
Kept nice and shiny by the workin man's tears
Cut the middle rungs out the corporate ladder
Workin man, good luck cuz to them you don't matter anyway
Workin man, good luck cuz to them you don't matter anyway
Workin man, good luck cuz to them you don't matter anyway
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5. |
Yellow Note
03:44
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I sit on the porch watchin the gasoline torch across the street, fleetin meat
I draw interesting stares from uncles sitting right there
Flowers on a record player, an unused director's chair
A dog runnin down the street or maybe the sidewalk
I think it was the sidewalk, nothin rhymes with that
"Dog sniffin the bushes"
Not a fire hydrant?
"He found a telephone pole"
Is it his now?
"Absolutely"
Harleys parked across town
"Sittin lonely like a clown"
Cuz we all know clowns are lonely
"Harleys are not meant to be"
No?
No lights on, the sun's going down, mosquitoes are coming out
Glad I'm inside, yeah
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Carpet Stain
01:40
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The ashtray's full, the TV's on in the sleeping afternoon
Street light zone, fuel on E in a selfish afterlife
Electric second-hand, threw back another cold one
All we are overdue to sleep in solitude
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7. |
Mess
02:31
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You wanna tell me
Mom don't scare those crows away, they're my only friends
Mom don't scare those crows away, they're my only friends
You ain't the type of woman, daddy said, to make somethin good end
Girl don't come over here, my place is a mess
You'd want to clean it and me up and I could not care less
Girl don't come askin for my heart
I don't have one and I'm not that smart
Dear landlord, can you make these chains a little looser
Even though they look good around my neck
Landlord, can you make me feel less like a loser
Give me an advance on my paycheck
So doctor, what's this pain in my guts
So doctor, what's this ringing in my ears
So doctor, what's an insurance card
But doc, I promise the check will clear
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8. |
Plastic Bag Rag
02:42
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I'm goin to work at the dollar store
I'm goin to work at the dollar store
I'm goin to work at the dollar store
I'm goin to work at the dollar store
Will that be a small bag or a large one
Will that be a small bag or a large one
Will that be a small bag or a large one
Will that be a small bag or a large one
I'm sweepin up and doin recovery
Tonight I'm gonna be sweepin up and doin recovery
Tonight I'm gonna be sweepin up and doin recovery
Yeah I'm goin to work at the Dollar Tree in less than an hour
I'm goin to work at the dollar store in less than an hour
I'm goin to work at the dollar store in less than an hour
Less than an hour
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9. |
Routine Cocktail
02:29
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I am employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one month to pay for a trailer
I like to watch the leaves fall down from off the oak tree
I wanna look outside my window, it's too dark to see
Hello
The world's a garden shed outside a forest gray
Where girls look after dogs, the neuter and the spaying
And there's a thousand bills that I really should be paying
I live inside a garbage dumpster
The rocking chairs wait for me
The rocking chairs wait for me
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10. |
Fields of Blue
02:17
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There's a vacant hole behind your face
Somewhere to lose time to your space
My reverie underneath the stars
Close to your sphere, birthplace of scars
Now we remove from your unreal
Words flit between sounding ideal
Now nothing reigns where once I was one
Taking my stars, my moon and my sun
Something unseen under my skin
Watching the clock and world as they spin
Far off behind a plain so fair
No map remains that could take me there
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11. |
Wasting Tape
02:31
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Jak Locke New Orleans, Louisiana
Jak Locke is a multi-genre songwriter and performer based in and native to New Orleans, LA.
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