1. |
Introduction
00:18
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2. |
Crow in Corn's Clothing
00:48
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Look here it comes
Watch you sweat cold and freak out as it's sauntering in
Run for the hills cower in fear in the hole that it's driven you in
Eight thirty in five o'clock out yeah it seems a lot worse than it is
Wait for it to come wait for it over and over and over again
For the crow in corn's clothing is watching and crowing
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3. |
August of Wind
07:06
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January February Marchuary
April May June July
A gust of wind blew his head by
Sow September reap October darken over
Return the sender cheat November I can't dismember
Rolling omen holy Roman Serotonin
January faith on the prairie
Safe and scary hollow
Insurrection hastened election
Wait defect to follow
Soaked and sorry face in the quarry
Moonless starry bellow
Broke direction aching rejection
The blackness'll get you all
All these books of vampires have made me
One confounded fellow
Sanctuary open but wary
The space to carry one
Stave infection safe vivisection
The rainbow connection set my direction
Rolling over old terra nova
The stakes have over grown
Drawn and quartered
Every direction go the bluntly parted
Go the bluntly parted
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4. |
Ranchero
03:34
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Jose Felip Monteban
Would have been wandering on
To find his sweet Rosana
But now he won't ever roam
He only clings to his home
Like to a ripe banana
Ranchero, Ranchera
All alone and set in motion
Indisposed to sad devotion
Ranchero, Ranchera
In between them only prarie
Looking out but sedentary
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5. |
Flow
03:26
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In my mind I hear a Bobwhite crow
And the treetop pipers as they blow
But in real life I know that it's not so
It's just the off-white noise as people flow
And how they flow and how they flow
How they block out my light and make me low
And how they flow and how they flow
And how they take my fight my how they flow
I might like to watch a sunset glow
I may survey white iris as it grows
But in real life there something I still know
It's just the endless fight as people flow
And how they flow and how they flow
How they block out my light and make me low
And how they flow and how they flow
And how they take my fight my how they flow
At this height if I held my head right
I wouldn't see them filing out below
Though in that light I'd find a welcome sight
In real life I only see the flow
I might like to watch a midnight show
Or to soak up the lights at night that glow
But in my mind the only place I go
Is far away from places that they flow
And how they flow and how they flow
How they block out my light and make me low
And how they flow and how they flow
And how they take my fight
And saturate my light
They're packing in too tight
Keep me awake at night
From every left and right
And with no end in sight
How they take my fight and how they flow
And how they flow and how they flow
How they got in my life I'd like to know
And how they flow and how they flow
And how they take my fight my how they flow
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6. |
Trebuchet
02:45
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I cut the tip of my finger off
While making Teryaki sauce
While boning chicken
A grandiose vision graced my thought
No one pays attention to my culinary vision
But they just may pay attention to my thought
And if they didn't
They'd be forbidden to watch
Some men need to see their wives in lingerie
Some men need to play their limits out
All I need is money for a trebuchet
And I intend to see my vision through
Now that you've all waited patiently
To find what my design is all about
You'll watch in wonderment at my ambition
And my machine will throw a cow
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7. |
Tribute Band
04:31
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They played The Doors like no one else heretofore
They were almost better than The Doors themselves
Beneath that sweat-soaked linen smock, solid rock
They gave everything they got from the real Doors
Look over there, old purple hair, cheap folding chair
Dancing toddlers on the fresh Black Mountain Lawn
This one's for the tribute band
The fruit that's fallen closest to the tree can't be lost, no it can't be lost
Just stoked for the tribute band who sweetly serenade me with the past can't be wrong
No it can't be wrong and it won't be deferred
Once in every while they harmonize with ancient spirits in my world
They played Led Zeppelin like no other to be sure
I could have sworn that girl was Robert Plant himself
But when she belts out Tangerine
No one sees in her the geniuses her predecessors were
Except me and them
This one's for the tribute band
The fruit that's fallen closest to the tree can't be lost, no it can't be lost
This toke's for the tribute band who sweetly serenade me with the past can't be wrong
No it can't be wrong and it won't be deferred
Once in every while they harmonize with ancient spirits in my world
They played Black Sabbath to a T
I could swear I faintly heard them digging Ozzy Ozbourne's grave
Though no one's ever covered me that I know
It's just the demons in my head say it's time we covered them
And this one goes out to the tribute band
The fruit that's fallen closer to the tree can't be lost, no it can't be lost
Just stoked for the tribute band who sweetly serenades me with the past can't be wrong
And it has to be done and it just won't be deferred
Once in every while they harmonize with ancient spirits in my world
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8. |
Maxine's A Rolling Head
03:25
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When infrastructure fails you could be hard pressed to get what you want
But know when all is said and done you leave it at home.
Maxine rising up do you see eyes in the back of her head
It could be worse but she'd be dead and we'd be alone
Maxine's a rolling head, she could not but she does instead
She'll be the first to finish behind and come out ahead
She'll come a-rollin' in she's come farther every way she's been
No body at all she's no stranger to turning heads
When in this day and age it seems your worth is what you've physically got
Why is she not more distraught how can she be whole
'Cause some still say it is but look behind it's decidedly not
When all your backs and legs are shot she'll be on roll
Maxine's a rolling head, she could not but she does instead
She'll be the first to finish behind and come out ahead
She'll come a-rollin' in she's come farther every way she's been
No body at all she's no stranger to turning heads
Maxine's a rolling head, she could not but she does instead
She'll be the first to finish behind and come out ahead
She'll come a-rollin' in she's come farther every way she's been
No body at all she's no stranger to turning heads
Maxine's a rolling head, she could not but she does instead
She'll be the first to finish behind and come out ahead
She'll come a-rollin' in she's come farther every way she's been
No body at all she's no stranger to turning heads
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9. |
Landslide
03:55
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Sunset breaks in a midnight run
He don black trench coat
And black Chucks
Mind is weak but will is strong
He lack lackluster
He's gone goth
And you can go anywhere
As long as I say you can
I've got direction
Next thing you know it's gonna happen again
I got a bad thought stuck in my head
I got to bottle it in there
Landslide it's generational
On the nights you're gone
Where do you go where do you go
I've got a bad sign on the chance you know
On the chance you know
Got to look for it again I think I know where it been and
I've got a bad sign
I've got a bad side
He's so happy slipping into deep despair
For the sake of rejection
His scent strong
His gaze is infinite
Suicide YouTube video clip
To denigrate and to formally cast all of his enemies off
Landslide it's generational
On the nights you're gone
Where do you go where do you go
I've got a bad sign on the chance you know
On the chance you know
Got to look for him again I think I know where he's been
I've got a bad sign
I've got a bad side
Landslide it's elevational
When you're dark enough
How do you know, how do you know
I've got a bad sign it's creeping up
I've got a Bad sign
I've got a bad side
Landslide it's going to open up
Though the lights are on
There's nobody home nobody home
I've got a bad sign
On the chance you know
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10. |
Don Quixote
04:12
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Don Quixote was a famous actor
Should I say union civil war reenactor
He was a socialite when he was out to fight
He led an army like a mighty tractor
Don Quixote was a famous actor
Sherrah, sherrah
Rocinante was a comely villain
Who headed up the phoney yankee killin'
And who had lost the fight
And who to Don's delight
Set an example for the bold and willin'
Rocinante was a comely villain
Rocinante didn't like at all who Don Quixote was, who he was
But by then a southern wind had wafted her scent through the air
Don Quixote caught a whiff of heaven
It got his one-horsepower motor revin'
Though he knew how to lead a horse to water
He also knew she might
Find him a sightly sight
Don Quixote knew the ways of battle
He slightly shifted underneath his saddle
If he could only part the flank behind her
Every time he'd wind behind her a mighty voice inside him
Cried a call for action
When she recoiled beside him he knew that
It would take more than a famous actor, actor, sherrah
Don Quixote knew the way to get it
Was simply to sneak up behind and take it
He was a ghost at night
And in the pale moonlight
He stole into the barn behind her
And with a hoof on either side he backed her
And so begat another famous actor
Sherrah
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11. |
Introduction to War
00:47
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12. |
Private Birch
06:26
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He fought in a war
He learned a lesson he'd never forget
He wrote a letter to agent orange
That said he'd never be blue again
Making good time leaving nothing behind
He cut a swath from the past to the future
He fought in a war but not anymore
He fought in a war
He told me it was the worst it could get
But why was it that I could I see nostalgia
In his face in place of regret
Made the enemy run he fought and he won
Unleashing a wave of insufferable horror
He fought in a war but not anymore
And never again
Most of us who've lived and wandered on the Earth are underground
They lift and haunt the rest of us who wander on
And now they're holding the key to elevation right under ground
Most of us who kill are in between the living and the dead
And when they stop it's easier to start it up again
And now they're holding the key to devastation louder than sound
Bob Birch waving a flag to be flown his old and boney hands hold alone
Bob Birch loading the pipe that he holds his old and boney hands hold alone
Bob Birch watches the shades of blue and white tossing the day into a night
And now he needs therapy
Now he's got a Mustang semi-loaded he's addicted to drugs
He's a cripple and sore doesn't vote anymore
And he's letting his nails grow out
It doesn't take a detective to be governmentally funded
He's a bit of a slack
He must have doubled in size and he'll live 'til he dies
And he ain't coming back
He fought in a war
He learned a lesson he'd never forget
His alma mater guerilla warfare
His founding father a life of regret
He fought in a line leaving nothing behind
He could have walked from the past to the future
But he fought in a war but not anymore
He's useless again
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13. |
The Last Number
03:12
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Now that Sam Querenieche's bust
Is underneath a stockpile of ancient dust
And now that all the Disher Street days are gone
And buried under 32 suburban lawns
Did you expect to hear a ballad about us
I never saw a virtue in the obvious
I didn't mean to circumvent but it's how my initial vision went
I sang about The Late Fred Frazier Band
Uncovering a dead guy behind the man
And though 2004 has come and gone
It hadn't come to him yet when he moved on
When I found the black magic in my blood
I knew I'd have a bit left when I got done
And though I'm bleeding out I only want to keep my outside out
When the winter's in tact hold spring for the summertime
When we're moving too slow trade places with fall
When you ask me what it is I'll tell you what it's not
So every time you hear about my wicked head
You should think about the better side I left unsaid
And if you feel rejected from what I've not done
I'll tell you there's another one where that came from
But here we are in tact like a solid rock
That didn't need the mercy of the obvious
But know when I get done and when there's only room left for one
I'll make the last number about us
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