1. |
The Lookout Man
04:03
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The restroom door whines like a cat
Who can’t get into her box
The lookout man getting a meal out of this
Makes small talk with the rocks
Who says you can’t make a good living these days
You come then go and through it all
The lights never come on
The lookout man and I get drive-thru
And roadside nap till dawn
Who says you can’t make a good living these days
Been on the pages of the free paper
A collage of bad luck folks who
Never wanted to be known
One side of the spectrum are litterbugs
The other side is armed robbery
Right in the middle
Is the lookout man and me
Right in the middle
Is the lookout man in me
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2. |
Eulogy as Evidence
03:46
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All I have to say
Is that i’m glad I got here early
Parking was a nightmare
The windshields were blurry
Forced to be recorded
The human race’s biggest fear
Eulogy as evidence
All the callussed men
Lifting up the bugged coffin
Pulling collars, looking sideways
Somebody stop him
Forced to be recorded
The human race’s biggest fear
Eulogy as evidence
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3. |
Innisfreed
03:40
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You know
We’ve driven by these houses
For ten years
We never thought
Anyone
Even lived here
Why do I put myself
Into these situations
Why do I force myself
Into these situations with you
You said we’d have a room
All to ourselves
All the air is all to ourselves
But there’s always a room
Away
From the room
With everyone else
Why do I put myself
Into these situations
Why do I force myself
Into these situations for you
It’s love
And sometimes that answer
Isn’t good enough
But neither am i.
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4. |
Night on St. Jackie's
02:15
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Solo music for the
Big bar crowd
Knee deep in the permafrost
Stacked to the clouds
And a breath on the neck could
Push me into a state
Where I don’t know who’s whose head
I want on a plate
And a night on St. Jackie’s won’t do us
Anything near well
Hind legs and hind sight
Thrown into the air
And the beer isn’t beer anymore
But it’s all in my hair
It’s a little bit of ocean water
And force-fed moss
It’s not worth the ground you fall down on
But it’s worth a caber-toss
And a night on St. Jackie’s won’t do us
Anything near good
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5. |
Cherries
03:34
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i’m an island on vacation
trying to have a good time
i don’t have an occupation
yeah i’m unoccupied
it seems scary to be aimless
we can’t all just get by
feed me cherries in the basement
while we watch it unwind
never see her when i’m on my good side
never needed anyones advice
do you still want to back out
still want to back out
still want to back out
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6. |
By Helicopter
05:02
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Stuck in the craw of the 1990s
Refusing to get out of that craw
Nightmares of denim march forth
Showing off the scars from the men from last night
To the man from tonight with the catcher’s mitt jaw
You’ve got a nerve or two squatting on my porch
I’ll end this party with an Irish Goodbye
I’ll end this party with hell from on high
By helicopter, by parachute
I’ll end this party with an Irish Goodbye
I’ll end this party with mud in yr eye
By helicopter, by any means
This is the sequel to The Wreck of the Ella Fitzgerald
I finally washed back onto the shore
And decided on vengeance
Why do the writers in my life always have an excuse
Why do the fans of my work always come up a bore
Why do you keep coming back here for yr unearned comeuppance
The comeuppance you earned was never yours
I’ll end this party with an Irish Goodbye
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7. |
Two Found In The Woods
05:20
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Mary Lou tapping her nails on the table
The search has been going for days
The cigarette ashes piling up in pyramids
Horror show reruns in her brain
Kyle and Roberta are in a hut of their making
Sheltered by two dead trees paralleled
Neither one wants to be the one to admit
They’re the stubborn kind as well
They’re just blowing off steam in the woods
Brian came back home again
Hasn’t spoken to Mary in two months since the accident
He was just blowing off steam in the woods
They’re just blowing off steam in the woods
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8. |
Gumdrops
01:46
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high stakes
make you go crazier
than your own heart can stir
any defenses for it’s fallen church
singers only tell you two things:
how to feel more pretty
how to remember when you wanted to be
we had it pretty sweet
i couldn’t hold the phone for long
and we went deep
into a soft spun sun
gumdrops on the run
last night was pretty fun
i think i’m starting to feel some hate
but all she ever asked for was some space
space
how i hate
to wait
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9. |
Pidgeon's Theme
03:53
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The PVC dinosaur arms
The chicken-wired teeth
The mold that grew more recently
Than the staff would let you think
The Carolina borderline
A ladder to a UFO
The rise of country billboards
Almost daring you to go
Some days I drive home and pass them
The labyrinths of J&R
I never will walk inside
But I’ll always know where they are
The Greensboro borderline
The hummingbird graves
The rise of country billboards
Christmas lights flowing like waves
Night comes to Kernersville
And the shipping yard is burning hot
The speck of a running home handler
Getting gone before getting got
Not home ‘til three A.M.
Actually 3:45
The rise of country billboards
Let me know I’m still alive.
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Nouveauberlin
They build the pipes to the sky
They took the lost ones home
Feed them fat, never die
Horseback militia
Shoot the bridge out from under
Make them dazed, leave them wondering
How they got there
Oberlin
Every city has a street
Where the stubborn wood of houses
Gets piled up on concrete
Block out the sun
Make Hillsborough liveable
Despite unforgivable
Velvet cloaks and missing teeth
Oh, Berlin
It’s either you or it’s me
Who gets to travel to who
Who gets to smile when we meet
Who gets to say
“Yeah I knew them when
They were yelling at their friends
To help them up”
Who gets to say
“Yeah I knew them when
They were clogging up the pen
With their anger”
Who gets to say
“Yeah I knew them when
They were buried with the men
They were always
After”
Nouveauberlin
Oberlin
Oh, Berlin.
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