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This catastrophe belongs to you
And though we’re wearing out more than I can say
That is so hard
And though the answer lies barely steps away
That old blowhard
That old blowhard
That old blowhard
This catastrophe belongs to you
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All These Love Songs
03:48
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All These Love Songs that I've been writing
All these poems too
Though they've helped make me what I've become
None of them was true
Sit tight watch and I’ll assemble one
Like a mockingbird mocks the other song
In real life I played it safe at home
In real life I married young, I married young
All these songs of unrequited love
Effervescent youth
All the heartbreak and the making up
Simply not the truth
All this talk about getting it on
I've got the same old chops I've been working on
In my mind I’ve got a spurious song
I never thought to crank out an honest one not even one
I could be in your eyes king of the swingers
I never relayed to you a lonely tone
In reality a ring on the finger
And a quiet night old folks at home
There were never any lonely blues
I didn’t ever have to fill anyone else’s shoes
There was never a jet plane never a train
I never heard a lonely whistle blow that caused me pain
I go to work every day and then whatever they pay me
Goes in an account and it gets saved away
If you ever needed me I won’t be out on the road I’ll be
Wherever it is a pair of albatrosses go
All These Love Songs that I've been writing
All these words I cry
Inside out I give them what they want
But what they want is lies
All these pet names were uninvited
Who said she can’t find a better man
All this smoke that got them so excited
All my smokescreen is second hand
All these love songs that I’ve been writing
All these love songs that I’ve been writing
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She Is a Coaster
03:20
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Every time I walk a bit closer I been caught getting closer
I’ve been lacking in closure I found out she’s a coaster
With a trust fund and she never had to labor a day in her life
Don’t forget that you’ll be disposable you could be replaced before you run out of face to save
Because she’s a coaster she does it over and over again
Never turn your back on a soldier
Never put your gun in a holster
Never show neglect for your health
And never blatantly tend to every whim like a moth to the light
Situation crumbling how high
You know that she’ll say jump you’ll say how high
You’ll say how high, you’ll say how high again
Seven pick yourself up eleven cop a feel and it’s over when it’s over
She’s a coaster, they fall for her over and over again
Never turn your back on a stranger
Never put your god in a manger
Never poke around for a ghost
Or does this suffering haunt you to remind you that you’re still alive
Situation crumbling how high
You know she will say jump you’ll say how high
You’ll say how high, you’ll say how high again
Everybody knows she’s a coaster, a coaster
You can look but don’t get in any closer
She's a coaster, she's a coaster
And she’ll toss you out of bed like a toaster
Clowns are to the left of me jokers to the right of me floating on her air
Stumble or a stagger if mind is under matter then this one doesn’t care about you can’t you see
Every time I walk a bit closer I’ve been caught getting closer
I’ve been lacking in closure I found out she’s a coaster
She does it over and over again
Situation crumbling how high
You know that she’ll say jump you’ll say how high
You’ll say how high, you’ll say how high again to you get right again
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The Great Debacle
02:41
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They say we didn’t win in the great debacle we’ve been in
But we did, but if we did then why’m I so
They said could this be it you don’t ever get a chance like this
But we did, but if we did then why’m I so moving on
They say we didn’t win and that we made the bed we’re sleeping in
But we did, but if we did then why’m I so
They say to cheat’s a sin you know as if a cheater couldn’t win
But we did, but if we did then why’m I so not enough
They say we didn’t try enough didn’t die enough we didn’t live
They say that they may know what the trouble is
They say we didn’t rise enough didn’t sink enough we didn’t swim
They say that we should go the way we came in
They say we didn’t fit but I don’t think I ever said we did
But we did, but if we did then why’m I so quiet
They said to take it in we won’t be invited back again
But we did, but if we did then why’m I so fucking what
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She Is a Player
02:58
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At The End of the Forest
03:37
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I quit my future and I put myself to work
I laid waste to real life and I put fantasy first
I’ve walked in circles I’ve not known where to begin
At the end of the forest you can see where you’ve been
And I see it, I see the end
No need to suffer with what hasn’t happened yet
From the hilltops and towers you can see more than you get
It’s not a compliment to say it could be worse
At the end of the act won’t be the time to rehearse
And I see it, I see the end
I saw the future and I wasn’t part of it
So broke out of the present in fits
Sometimes the ending of the chorus is the end could the end of this chorus be the bridge
I’d suffer quietly but who’d tell me to stop
I made waves like a lion but I hit with a flop
I found the outcome was far worse than I’ll admit
At the end of the chorus you should cease and desist
And I see it I see the end
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Ours Is a Labor of Love
01:21
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Black metal is the name of our genre
Like a musical lasagna, anger layered with speed
Though the hate that you see, it’s for show it’s not me
Ours is a labor of love, ours is a labor of love
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TSA
03:25
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Don’t make me miss this connection
I’ve got to seize the day and the night
With a citronella candle and a knife in pockets of the jeans that fit me too tight
I kick off my shoes as I enter the room
And I can see you’re not the nice type
Off with the shirt, you say, unfasten your belt
You're the next one in line
When the lights are right in the airport
You can virtually strip me, you’re the bad sort
How do I look under the X-rays
And how do you feel about my man gaze
When you take me aside to your sniffing machine
Tell me do I smell like a dream
You beckon me on toward the runway
T---S---A
Let's make this a quick one I'm late
But this won't be a plane date
I fancy that full cavity search
I don't even have teeth that hurt
You watch me as I pour it on to be strong
Eight ounces or less
I’m into those brute fantasy clothes
But there’s something else to be pressed
When the lights are right in the airport
You can virtually strip me, you’re the bad sort
How do I look under the X-rays
And how do you feel about my man-gaze
When you take me aside to your sniffing machine
Tell me do I smell like a dream
You beckon me on toward the runway
T---S---A
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God rest his soul, Grandfather said that there’s a language of love
That there’s a virtue in the wait and reward in the chase
And it’s a bitch to recover when she flutters away
Though it’s a treasure to behold when you win the embrace
When you love someone there’s humble grace
Now that he’s dead and we found out that we can win it for free
And we can bump and grind with anyone that we meet
I know what you’re thinking but they want it too no sweat they’re doooown
And if your gum loses its flavor take another stick
If you’re sick of washing dishes use paper plates
We’ll dump ’em if we ever get used to them
And if it shoots it must be a gun and if it kills it must be a real one
He also said there’s a code
A proper way to behave and to abate what you say
When there’s nothing impressive coming down the pipe
Build each other up and turn the dark into light
When hateful’s how you like to be don’t be how you like
But now he’s gone we no longer have his breath on our necks
Now that his chapter is done we’re clamoring for the next
Who can blame me if get a little up in your face
Or ramp a situation up if I’ve got power to play
Grampa’s antiquated system couldn’t ever have worked
Cause if we’re building others up how can we put us first
We’ll gut ‘em if they ever get rude to us
And if it squeals it must be a pig and if it moves we’ve got to dispatch it
I’ll move on if I ever get used to it
If I feel it must be real we’ll have to find more drugs to erase it
Grandfather said if there’s a lesson to take
From all the off-handed late night seasoned advice
It’s to get off of the roller coaster lie of yourself
And to be mindful of someone else
When I’m dead and this advice of mine is nagging on
Hold onto it like you were glued to it
And if it shoots it must be a gun and if it kills it must be a real one
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The Whole
01:35
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The whole is greater than the sum of the parts
But some of the parts don’t agree with that
And if you call for it to pick and choose
The sum of the parts will have a hole in it
The math won’t ever work out for you when you choose, pick and choose
The parts make up a colonnade
The whole has to fashion a roof for them
If one’s gone you’ll see the roof collapse
On the whole it’s no good for them
And that won’t ever work out for you when you choose pick and choose
The whole
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Christian Cattlemen
04:38
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I was in a parking lot an hour away when I saw a sign
On a Chevy Silverado that pulled in from behind
A man stepped out of considerable weight
A bleak voice old and dry said I’m Edwin
I’ve gambled on Jesus and cattle
We’re family owned and it’s fragile
It may not be much but it’s mine
We are the Christian Cattlemen
We made a home out on the range
We are the men who are tending cattle
You’ve got to have faith
Because the Lord don’t favor us
There ain’t a promise in this land
It took a Davie county saddle to make me understand
I guess you’ve never worked a single day in your life
I can see you’ve got a liberal mind
But it’s heaven, a heavenly sight,
Heaven, a heavenly sight
Heaven, a heavenly sight and it’s hell
There was once a family forest on the land until we cut it down
There was a family homestead standing, burned it to the ground
What we lack in etiquette we make up by the pound
But it’s heaven, a heavenly sight and it’s hell
We are the Christian Cattlemen
We made a home out on the range
We are the men who are tending cattle
You’ve got to have faith
Because the Lord don’t favor us
There ain’t a promise in this land
Though we invoke the name of Jesus he’s not ours to command
No one keeps a ledger book of current events
But there’s a mountain of political bias
But it’s heaven, heavenly sight
Heaven, heavenly sight
Heaven, heavenly sight, and it’s hell
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The Way to Be Certain
04:29
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Pack it in the moment’s already gone
I found it such a relief you found it such a mess
Inside you can never do wrong
It’s only what you let out that you’re depending on
The way to be certain a future is cracking
And whether it is is only half a guess
Is weigh your reaction and allow it to happen
And hope that it does and only hope that it does
There’s no need fake it with directionless passion
Whatever it is it won’t have been enough
Just wait and be patient secede from your nation
And let there be good just try to let there be good
If you do, if you do
And leave perfection behind
You’ll end, upend
Into the wind open wide
Off and on you reinvented yourself
Though yourself was a thing that was complete enough
Listen closer to you
And you won’t have to relive all of the harder parts
Don’t wait to be certain or give in to inaction
Don’t wait for the breaker to be high enough
But weigh your reaction and allow it to happen
And hope that it does and only hope that it does
Wait and be patient secede from your nation
Too hard to know, to hard to know
Weigh your reaction and allow it to happen
Too hard to know
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