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Paint My Skull
03:00
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Watching for the doom ship
With Hell in her hold
Bark orders at gun thugs
Getting paid off in dope
Pray for steady hands
When ammunition's low
You can count on the Devil
To put on a show
Paint my skull
Cash on the barrel
For each bastard's head
Burn what can't be sunk
Leave nothing for the Feds
With a carbine and a toothpick
The black waters roll
Anon, comes a doom ship
With Hell in her hold
Paint my skull
Lawmen come, there's no escape
Reload before the second wave
On cue, the docks go up in flames
That penthouse in the sky awaits
Muzzle flares cast shadows rare
Pylon shrapnel, teeth and hair
Fuel in raindrops, hard and black
Nothing burns quite like smuggler fat
Paint my skull
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2. |
So Many Roses
03:20
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The neighbor's nose periscopes over the fence
"How do they grow this year? How fragrant their scent!"
I bake a pie to draw him off and leave it cooling on the sill
The ants invite themselves to try and take him down into their hill
So many roses
So many roses choking my charming garden
So many people
Bumping into me, I beg your pardon
Somewhere there's a bridge
Below which runs a creek
And I will swing low and wash my feet
The gardener stoops to apply his expertise
He loves to prune and feel the dirt below his knees
"Ignore the thorns," he brays. "The thorns do not deceive -
It's the petals that can kill you, bearing gifts like ancient Greeks"
So many roses
So many roses who insist on their beauty
So many creatures
Nibbling my peaches, crawling up my sleeve
Somewhere, a bridge
Below it, a creek
And I will swing low and wash my feet
So many roses
So many roses choking my charming garden
So many people
Bumping into me, I beg your pardon
So many roses
So ravishing, I can hardly catch my breath
Somewhere, a bridge
Below it flows a creek
And I will swing low and wash my feet
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3. |
Haunted Castles
02:59
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It was over in South Norwalk
Not far from the Metro North
My folks got good jobs, a starter home
A dog and a baby and so forth
Family from Jersey and Long Island
Came up the parkway to bring good tidings
Cheeks kissed and gifts given
Pictures to show there’s nothing missing
Here’s where all the real memories start
The rest you can choose to forget
In haunted castles
That weren’t haunted yet
On brightly colored paper
In darkening afternoons
I drew skeletons and phantoms, demons in dungeons
And bat wings on the moon
And then Mom changed jobs and looked for apartments
In daycare, I acted up and tore my garments
She dragged me wailing all over midtown
Things go missing that never get found
Over and over, you start over again
And you’re good as new, well almost
In haunted castles
It’s a given you live with ghosts
If you tend to believe that when you ask, you receive
Then what the fuck were we asking for
From these haunted castles
That weren’t haunted before
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4. |
Donde Esta La Fiesta
02:29
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Bruce cuts loose on the weekend
You never know what he'll break
He wakes handcuffed to a hospital bed
To pay for his latest mistake
Donde esta la fiesta?
Come along and you will see
Anywhere you find la fiesta
That's where I long to be
Maddy's a savvy bargain shopper
She loves to find a fancy little treat
Her needs unmet and accumulating debt
She never gets enough to feel complete
Donde esta la fiesta?
Come and sing with me
La fiesta goes where no one knows
Never ever to be seen
No, never ever to be seen
Todd is a teacher in a classroom where
Students only ever learn the test
Once upon a time he nurtured young minds
Now he keeps a bottle in the desk
Donde esta la fiesta?
(Por que el placer tiene un precio?)
Donde esta la fiesta?
Come along and you will see
Anywhere you find la fiesta
That's where I long to be
Laura laughs at all the funny pictures
Floating on her funny little screen
Dirty manifestos line paths primrose
Now she’s hating things she's never even seen
Donde esta la fiesta?
Come and sing with me
La fiesta goes where no one knows
Never ever to be seen
No, never ever to be seen
No, never ever to be seen
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5. |
Leaves a Mark
02:00
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One more city through the window of a car
This pretty boy thinks he's a star
When the sun goes down
Lob a brick in the dark
Hit me with something that leaves a mark
A million little moments that come and go
Each one more vile than the one before
Don't call, don't write
Don't whistle, don't bark
Just hit me with something that leaves a mark
I can't think
I can't move
I can't wait to see you
You're the one thing
That beats my black heart blue
When the sun goes down
Lob a brick in the dark
Hit me with something that leaves a mark
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6. |
Grace I Know
02:51
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Your dress looks stunning
Come on, I need some advice
Upstairs, I feel funny
Go on, tell me what it was like
Grace, I know you’re mine
We should talk to strangers
Bodies just like yours and mine
Quixotic, I’m not sure if
We’ll exist when you turn out the light
Grace, I know you’re mine
Research the opposition
Drinking coffee in the afternoon
A couple kids going out after work
Under the spell of that pompous moon
I feel funny, like I should know you
You say it's pointless to apologize
Grace, I know you're mine
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7. |
Whiskey River
02:37
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(After Taj Mahal)
If the river were whiskey
And I was a duck
I'd swim to the bottom
And never come back up
Stream goes to the river
River goes to the sea
Why you gotta treat me like you do
Is a mystery to me
If you were a good woman
I'd never have to roam
I'd give up drinking whiskey
And always stay at home
Stream goes to the river
River goes to the sea
Why you gotta treat me like you do
Is a mystery to me
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8. |
Chaos Pouch
01:58
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Chaos pouch
On my hip
Short notice backwoods bug-out trip
When shit goes south
Check the packing list
In a foxhole I’m still an atheist
Crisis gear
Minimum freight
Cross no-man’s land between failed states
Chaos pouch
It’s water tight
Multi-tool, pepper spray, and wet wipes
When the time has come
Get good and gone
When the end has begun
Get good and gone
Live by your wits
And a medical kit
Thwart anything the threat model predicts
Chaos pouch
I said, ready to go
Remember friends are worth more than gold
When the time has come
Get good and gone
When the end has begun
Get good and gone
Get good and gone
Get good and gone
Get good and gone
Get good and gone
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9. |
Nina Simone
02:04
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Do ya love me, do ya love me
The way I love Nina Simone
Ne me quitte pas, Uncle Sam
Shipped his ass to Vietnam
To Vietnam
First his Bible
Then his shoes
Next his bones
And last, his blues
They take that too
Do ya love me, do ya love me
The way I love Nina Simone
When a mother breaks down in tears
When the blood drips down from his ears
When they keep it up for years
She said "no sir"
She said "no ma'am"
She said "goddamn"
Goddam
I'm gonna love you, I swear I'm gonna love you
The way I love Nina Simone
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10. |
The Palace
02:15
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I was just a boy when the Master rescued me
From the stink and vile urges of the capital city
He brought me to the palace, cold, remote and gray
The last sentry keeping watch there until his dying day
When will our labors end
I, the servant, and he, my friend
Through years of routine and doubt
To these ruins, we remain devout
The last tenants of the palace growing old
The vigil he observes for lo, these many years
Though neither news nor any orders ever reach his ears
One night a ragged soldier came, wept the wars were long since lost
My master crushed his throat and to the dogs, his carcass, tossed
Might now our labors end
The servant and his friend
Decades of routine and doubt
To ruins, we remain devout
The last sentry in the palace growing cold
I'm feeble, old and gray
I fear the master’s gone astray
But I owe him, so I remain
‘Til my dying day
I don't dream of labor's end
Powerless to make amends
From ruins, see the fields beyond
Where beasts cavort free from bond
The last servant of the palace locks the gate
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11. |
Teenage Drive
03:11
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If you do the cha-cha
And it doesn't go well
And you find you're living
In cha-cha hell
No "T" in your bird
No "be" in your bop
And love's the last kernel
That just wouldn't pop
When the top goes down
And the radio turns on
Heaven floods over til dawn
Hey
If you want to feel alive
Let me take you on
A teenage drive
Life is a cabaret
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12. |
Real Artists
04:27
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Real artists honor their pain
What I don't numb, I observe and appraise
Real artists are unstable
I feel right as rain
I trained to become well adjusted
Therefore can't be trusted
Real artists cultivate a legacy
Real artists rent a room in the Tower of Song
Real artists access magic portals
Real artists challenge the norm
Frank, forthright and fortified
Sincerity is a bulletproof vest
Surely, such candor must be bracing
If not unique, at least engaging
All these worries, relatable
It's debatable
Real artists probe the unconscious
Real artists died in jail in the 1930's
Real artists validate confusion
Real artists don't oversell it
Steer for the eddies
Recursive confetti
Signify nothing
Real artists define their times
I'm a subscriber
In the reflected glow of a signal fire
Real artists embrace the mystery
I want answers, rules of grammar, some clarity
Even as I long to be understood
Can't be catchy without a hook
Real artists don't fear anything
Real artists lose their minds
Real artists sacrifice for beauty
At great personal cost
Real artists are insufferable
Am I bitter that I lack the courage
To be a bigger asshole?
Real artists fuck like real artists who fuck like real artists
Maybe next year, maybe next life
I'll be a real fucking artist
Invoke the muse and explore the limits of what it is to be human
Make bank licensing to Arby's and fail spectacularly
Revealing truths beyond words or reason, defying logic and perception
Petty, jealous fame pigs feeling entitled to constant praise
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13. |
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Walton Goggins has a vodka
A celebrity vanity boutique vodka
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