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I Know I'm on Fire
04:32
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When the flame came, tell you it took away
All my windows and all my pains
Rub my eyes on sleepy pillows
Crack a smile as smoky billows blow
How could I know?
I know…I oughta leave…it’s dire
I know…let’s wait and see…I’m on fire
Cling to the chimney, comfy and warm
You’re all acting crazy, like it’s some kinda warning
Save the photos, don’t forget your mittens
Count your toes, make a good riddance/ Go
Save Uncle John, he’s old and decrepit
But his light’s still on, heart is still tepid/ Go
How do you know?
Someone get some water, spray it like you oughta
Spray it like a baptism, making sure the rats get some
Something’s on fire
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2. |
A Judas Move
05:03
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Ships in the night/ can be pretty mean ships
Candlelight/ skin collides
One twist of her hips/ the pillow’s down
On the starboard side/ man overboard
Man overboard
Catch and release/ the taxi is confident
That you’ll leave/ something behind
Fish for a compliment/ and then your keys
It takes quite some time/ takes quite some time
Please take your time
What a Judas move/ to turn us in so soon
To turn your back on the pitch/ and the woo
Want to see the sun/ want to see what we’ve done
your dress draped on the 3rd rung
We’re just traitors
She’s a fisher of men/ and I’m a fisherman
At least I pretend/ in a naked charade
It’s your turn again/ coffee cup of wine
It’s the price I paid/ It’s the price I’d pay
‘Til I see the day
Zipping up your hood/ gripping your goodbye
Saying all you should/ as I close all my eyes
And pray you rob me blind/ at least steal the covers
At least steal another/ take anything of mine
Please, take your time
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Assisted Living
03:16
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On the green porch, hear a screened torch
Know the tune, can’t remember the song
It’s my birthday…will there be a cake?
Mouthful of wax, or else I’d help sing-a-long
How’d I get in bed…musta hit my head
Or some disease that they’re not curing
Choked on the candles, I couldn’t handle
All those years of sucking in the wind
Your as old as you feel, I feel a hundred
A hundred times better with you
Look into my eyes, my lazy eye
Honest I…I need assisted living
Walker or a runner
I don’t care how long it takes
I just wanna get there
Somebody get a nurse, I think it’s getting worse
I think I’m hungry…what are we gonna do?
I’ll take butterscotch, turn it up a notch
Can take the pain, dear, can you feel it, too?
A heart monitor, a hall monitor
Tuck me in, tell me there’s no way to know
Could you shut in this curmudgeon?
Just one thing…how do you want me to go?
What’s so special about an early bird?
What’s the hurry…what you heard?
Lag behind behind the willow tree
Find someone who droops like me…just like me
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Dandelion
02:18
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Dandelion, are you lying
in a sad bed of roses?
Dandelion, are you trying
to be Black-eyed Susan?
Dandelion, are you trying
to be the most wanted?
Dandelion, are you dying
to be delivered?
Warm summer day
warm for the sick decay of bloom
I’ll give the lawn a stay
Swiss army’s on it’s way to prove
that I’m still in love with you
still in love with you
Be still love
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5. |
Heavier than Metal
04:31
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She gets day old bread for his day old head
two aging teenagers with “sorry” for rent
You think all they do is settle, but they’re heavier than metal
you think all they do is settle
She’s so bad, she’s just like him
they’re a little happy, double negative
And she wears some old man’s sweater
‘cause if she wants to, you let her
Full of lovely holes
that’s just how you get her
They’ve been young for so long
They can’t wait for their song
You think all they do is settle
But they’re heavier than metal
Their love is so like Vegas at dawn
full of regret and asleep on the lawn
They’re decaying together
like leaves of a feather
Running a low grade forever
She’s looking for joy
In every minute of the boy
He’s looking for a decent pair of corduroys
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If I Wuzza Hammer
03:13
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Your attention, please
Do I have to sneeze
For you to say something
I have to say something
My teeth are achin’
Your bell is barely breaking
A sweat on my lip
Is the cashier’s tip
On any other day
I’d open up in your eyes
And I’d swing away
If I was a hammer
You’re so dangerous
No guns, knives, or fists
Just pass me by
Stand in the pickup line
Where’s my certificate
For the participant
Says I’m the luckiest
‘Cause you ignored me first
On any other day
I’d open up in your eyes
And I’d swing at yours
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7. |
Nail Biter
03:57
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Nervous Nelly watching the telephone ring,
‘cause she likes the way it sings
But she don’t answer, it’s not like it’s cancer
or a game of Crazy 8’s.
Hey, that’s a funny name
Nervous hospital, push the door a little to see
the attention you can bring
lawn chairs to battle, they follow your shadow
not you, you’re following me
now they’re cages are rattling free
Keep moving…door will open…for you
Hey Nail Biter, won’t you come to
It’s time/ for taking on you
The day is lighter, and you’re a fighter
No matter
What they strap you to
She’s a real cut up, a real “put up or shut up”
which wing…is she allowed to sing?
A crayon scrawled letter, signed “I’m all better,
Love, Me.”/ Love me
Hey, that’s a funny name
Better get while the getting’s good
And memories act like they should
Not too comfy, not so fast
Just let the door hit you in the…
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8. |
Paper Cuts
03:00
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I hope you lie to your diary
‘cause there’s a guy in there
who doesn’t look like me
And all the delicate descriptions
are a powerful prescription…
And I hope you lie to your diary
I don’t believe all that I read
It’s just a healthy curiosity
And It’s another book by the bed
don’t be angry I’m just well read…
And I hope you lie to him and not to me
I hope you lie to your diary
We all like fiction and infidelity
but what’s with the crushed carnation
between January’s sleeve?
And I’ve got a cynical eye
you could tell if I wasn’t crying
I hope you lie to your diary…
Paper cuts and red wine
Man, they’ll fool you every time
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9. |
Rocket
04:01
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It’s a carpal tunnel town
and all the joints have got me down
A sore sport looking for a tussle
big fist with a hollow little muscle
Flat-footed Pete on Jesus H. street
duct taped walk in the freakish heat
Tries to give me some sign of peace
but one finger is all I see
Everytime I go like a rocket
what I meant to say
Anytime my hand’s in my pocket
what I meant to say…it’s OK
You can’t beat this easy feeling
but sometimes it feels like a beating
I need some church, got no religion
a little dirty, no hot water to get in
Everytime I go like a rocket
what I meant to say
Anytime my hand’s in my pocket
what I meant to say…
Is you know that I go off most everytime
You now that I go off feeling fine
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10. |
Twice on Sunday
04:14
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The silence I compose every single day
the cereal shakes
and the oatmeal quakes cold
“It’s the weekend,” she says, “Do we have be so old?”
“Sorry, pass the milk”
The noise that I make crawling in my car
a siren sigh
And the biggest mistake that I made, by far
was to shut up and drive
This accident occurs
while the seatbelt’s secured
Our love has holes
so the wind it won’t blow
us too far away…too far away
The week, it has holes
everyday, I suppose
and twice on Sunday…twice on Sunday
Home is a museum, nothing moves an inch
no one feels, just thinks
if she could see him try to scratch one itch
but no one feels a thing
This accident occurs
and no one says a word
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