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Shouldn't It Feel Good
02:27
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far be it from me to criticize, but i don't dig this sight
white miles of winter taking hold, make it impossible
to thread a hole or plant a pole
or rake a coal or whack a mole
or net a shoal or pet a foal or pay the toll
i'm shredding Free Bird, dreading reverb
shredded wheat turd, head on street curb
let 'em eat dirt, i'm shredding Free Bird
shouldn't it feel good?
prized relic from the church we made
somebody's shoulder blade
before the master noticed it
we poured a plaster mold of it
adored it like the holy writ
we fondle it, we bond with it, abscond with it
if we puree our DNA
we're cherokee, we're congolese
we're chestnut trees, we're breathing bees
we're amputees on trapeze,
fleas in tweezers squeezed and wheezing pleas in legalese
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"we'd like to see your swine blood pooling around our feet
what a grave oversight you've made
don't try to be the final word on the subject!"
cried the beeves to the schitzo butcher
something made me cut my hair last night
shone upon me like a guiding light
tried to beat it back with all of my might
i had a seizure, woke up in a fright
drew a border 'round the marquee moon
drew a box around the tv too
i see billy in the back, steel blue,
got the neon dripping down my shoe
i'm turning into tom verlaine
i only made it 'cause my daddy's rich
and my mamma looks like patti smith
your opportunity to find a little niche
is such a scam and everyone's a snitch
something made me cut my hair last night
shone upon me like a guiding light
tried to beat it back with all of my might
i had a seizure, woke up in a fright
i'm turning into tom verlaine
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Woodrat
05:30
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don't take your cue from the woodrat
if you don't like the view from the weeds
he's a thief and a cheat and he's good at that
woodrat
a laboratory explosion blew my hard lot in the air
i felt around for my walking stick to find it wasn't there
so in the early evening i went weaving around in despair
until a rat in an old oak tree sat me down and whispered in my ear, and i swear, he said...
i am a ghost in your miracle toast
i am a martyr in your hoover dam
i'm at the top of your hill now, honey, come and take my holy hand
"is this whole thing on wheels?" they asked with a prudent trace of fear
"i got a screaming deal," i replied, pretending not to hear
they boarded two by two, i was excited to finally steer
i felt a claw on my shoulder, then saw his black eyes in my rear-view mirror. and i swear, he said
i am the ghost... i got your fountain of youth now come and dig my little plan
a flash of light and the whole thing broke like the old dead oak aforementioned
i chipped a tooth but felt the truth regally shooting through my tangled hiding veins
and now i believe you, i believe you...
if i ever kick the pipe, i'm gonna pray most every night, i'm gonna lead myself to light because
i am a ghost, blah, blah...
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Tie-Dyes
02:46
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i humbly submit, not everything is shit (like you say)
don't believe me, i'm a recluse, but i know
tie-dyes (what's your size?) sure go good with your gloomy eyes--
will save our sorry hides
tie-dyes--making 10 for a buck tonight with you
that bridle that you bit, those bitter words you spit, you're such a slave to it
losing my health in your black cloud sure feels fine
meet me in my hospital bed, my little rain drop, tonight
i'm talking to the breeze, just disregard me please
no.. fuck that shit ... i'm a genius 'cause i know
tie-dyes, sure go good with our gloomy eyes...
that bridle that you bit, those bitter words you spit, i'm into it
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the earth was formed and cooled and warmed
a whale, a snail, a unicorn, a writhing mass of human trash
sprang up from the bowels of some hell
i commend you for trying
lay your flag down by your side
'cause it's not what you think this time
in a perfect world your pretty sister runs a spirited campaign
to clear the family name
i crack the sky and suck the juice
and tap the sea that feeds my sluice
and charge it all to tabs we haul around for the rest of our lives
i commend you for trying
take your hands down from your eyes
'cause it's not what you think this time
in a perfect world our pretty little sister sally runs a spirited campaign to clear the family name
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On The Spectrum
03:03
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i nervously poison every moment
with a dose of artless jest
from the viper's nest
i tell my friends i think i'm probably on the spectrum
high-functioning but spaced-out
missing a connection, dreadfully reflecting
trashing every bond beyond repair
a whirlpool of blunders, little wonder
why the luckless join the game when they see me playing
i tell my friends i think i might be on the spectrum
high-functioning but spaced-out
missing a connection, sick upon reflection
trashing every bond
but on the subject of luck,
i couldn't give half a fuck for it
it ain't the die that you cast,
more like the time that you last, to wit:
for 20 years i was bogged in some inscrutable fog
that nipped my heel like a dog
but luckier than a woman
luckier than the bleeding poor
luckier than the ship-wrecked
luckier than the wrongfully-convicted
luckier than a two-bit whore
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I Ain'tcha Sousaphone
02:13
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i ain'tcha sousaphone
won't even dignify it, the implication is out-of-line
you blow it in my ear
well, i'll make it disappear
like the roses in the cemetery of your love
i say it nice and clear... i ain'tcha sousaphone
you ain't my helicopta mutha
you mince around this field, a delirious nutcracka come to life
say, do you know this tune?
well you better learn it soon
like a death march in the cemetery of your love
welcome to the terrordome... i ain'tcha...
i put my two weeks on the boss's desk today
i guess you won this time around
but he hears that ugly, strident sound
coming from ya sousaphone
won't even dignify it, the implication is out-of-line
you blow it in my ear
well, i'll make you disappear
like the roses in the cemetery of your love
play that death march in the cemetery of your love
stolen roses in the cemetery of your love
welcome to the terrordome
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Dead Broke Black Hole
03:18
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so i stole this guitar from some low-life downtown
i've three times been broken by the thievin' dog
i woke up in a freezing teardrop shaped fountain
with my teeth on the ground
reflecting in the water, bloody and brown
you know you're three times dead broke
when they find you in a pile of needles
like an old christmas tree
you're really dead broke
when you wind up in a situation like me
to the west was a temple, to the east was a roar
never heard that before but i declined to overthink it
as i hung a sail in its wild wind, and it cut through my coat
like a mountain lion taking me by my throat
you know you're three times dead broke
when they find you in a pile of needles
like an old christmas tree
you're really dead broke
when you wind up in a situation like me
so i stole this guitar and some things for my home
a herman miller aeron chair
and a box of various decorative items
as a mild compensation for the ways i've been boned
it's impossible to catch it sleeping
but you'd never know unless you've seen it
it's a murderously inconvenient black hole
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