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Oh Well
05:54
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Stuck in a land mine dream
There she goes again
Back of the buhl's old yard
In the car you let me in
We can never go back there again
Wish I'd never dream of this again
Lucid mind can't contain the shine
Shine we had
Oh why on this whole earth this still in my head
Just god anyone else but that
Oh well
Fuck it Oh Well
Stuck in a landslide dream
On top mountain's ledge
Palindrome dreams in my head
There she goes again
We can never go back there again
I wish I'd never dream of you
You again
Lucid mind can't contain the shine
Shine that we had
Oh why on this whole earth still in my head
Just god anyone else but that
Oh well
Fuck it, oh well
Fuck it, oh well
Fuck it, oh well
I wish I'd never dream of her afuckinggain
Lucid mind can't contain the shine
Shine that we had
Just god anyone else but that oh fucking well
Just god anyone else but that
Oh well
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Every battle
Every battle man
Is a racket, is a racket
All for nothing, all for nothing
Battle birds rainin' down on everyone
But there's salt down in the engine,
and you're gonna see it fry
Propaganda
only works if you don't know it
You don't know man, just what they're doin
to our people
Fuck them all
Fuck them all man
And the great engine is rollin, rollin on by
Pour the salt down in the engine man,
then you're gonna see it die
Salt, salt down in the engine man
then you're gonna see it die
Watch that engine die
Watch that fucker fry man
Watch that engine fry
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Swimming
07:34
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View from the top of the Steel Union tower
just swimming, swimming in air
A thousand odd feet from the snow covered ground
I'm just swimming, swimming free
Whoa, Hallelujah
You should try life with your feet in the soil
just waiting, waiting for peace
World's getting heavy to carry alone
You're just Atlas, Atlas to me
Hallelujah
I don't care, I don't care anymore
I'll be swimming, swimming so free
and just sailing those twenty odd seas
Hallelujah
Orange in the water, and green in the clouds
Just waiting, waiting for peace
You should try life with your head below the clouds
Just watching there, waiting for me
Hallelujah
I don't care, I don't care anymore
I'll be swimming, swimming so free
and just sailing those twenty odd seas
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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4. |
Winnebago
04:56
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Twenty odd years driving winnebago
Surfing on the wind in a winnebago
Sucking on wind in a winnebago
I can't breathe without your stupid little toys
I can't see above your strip-mall dreams in the sky
Hundred odd years driving winnebago
Sucking on the wind in a winnebago
Noone gives a fuck bout your winnebago
Hundred-odd years driving winnebago
I can't see above your big dumb head in the clouds
I can't see above your strip-mall dreams in the sky
I can't breathe
I can't see
Hundred odd years driving winnebago
Sucking on wind in a winnebago
Noone gives a fuck bout your winnebago
Surfing on the wind in a stupid little winnebago
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Dust up in the PA sky
floating by
Standard stack
floating on by
Licorice and methonane
flowing by
River split,
split to both sides
Talkin bout these chemicals
In my brain
All of these chemicals
In our brains
All these fucking chemicals
in my brain
All of these chemicals
in our brains
Leaves up in the T-rail sky
swayin 'hi'
Carnegie Rail
chugging on by
Coal up in the cargo bay
piled high
Black bomb cars
not far behind
All of these chemicals
in my brain
All these lovely chemicals
in our, our brains
All of the chemicals
in our brains
All of these chemicals
in my, my brain
In my my, brain
In my, my brain
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Alveoli
04:08
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Fold the carousel in half
A fraction of the timing staff
Bellows, bellows for air
Bellows for air
Rotting, rotting away
Bottles of gin keep the whiskey at bay
Alveoli, drowning away
Spinning in circles, the music box takes
Me to such better days
Such better days
Such better days
Four window room
But with love in our way
Four window room, filled with sun rays
Alveoli drowning away
When the smoke and the gin keeps the whiskey at bay
Alveoli
Alveoli away
Rotting rotting away
Alveoli
Alveoli
Smoke and the gin keeps the whiskey at bay
Alveoli
Alveoli
Drowning drowning, drowning away
Alveoli
Smoke and the gin keepin whiskey at bay
Alveoli away
Alveoli drowning away
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County Fair
02:29
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Force-feed the hay to the cows and the chickens
The pigs need a lickin' for the county parade
And the fair-goers watch as the cows eat the chickens
Cheap rides for a tuppence for the good little pigs
And the fair-operator took the sign from the winner, gave it to the highest moral bidder for the whole crowd to see
There's a barrel of apples
Dunk their heads like child sinners
From the church to East's Middle, the cradle of man
Board them with water
Bomb them with filth
They fucked with my good friend's guilt
I didn't ask anyway
And the good little boys
and the county fair fairies
will grow up fat, and marry at the county parade
At the old county fair
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Cuyler Country
02:50
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lyrical satire of and inspiration from Squidbillies & Early Cuyler
My dreams were all dead and buried
Sometimes i used to wish the sun would just implode
But when the good lord comes and calls them to his kingdom,
they'll take all you sons of bitches when they go
So they came and took my only chickens
Left me nothin but mouths to feed
Cockadoodledoodledoo
I gave my best years to that woman
Left me nothing but voids to fill
OdeleiOdeleiodeloo
Blood red white power making me blue
Blood red white power keeping my blue
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Trouble We've Seen
02:39
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Nobody knows the trouble we've seen
There's a cheap can of soup in the vending maching
She said, 'What's that dollar bill up in there?"
I said, 'do a little twist' and she smiled and stared
1,2,3 down on her knees
I said honey get up here I've got somethin to squeeze
And they're all just a pack of barking dogs
There's a river runnin underneath the pipeline logs
I said nobody knows the trouble we've seen
There's a cheap can of soul in the vending machine
And we'll probably never know who owns this shit
There's a river runnin underneath the landmine pit
Nobody knows the trouble we've seen
There's a cheap can of soul in the vending machine
I said, 'What's that dollar bill in there?'
Say 'Do a little twist', then she smiled and stared
1,2,3,4 on her fucking knees
Nobody knows the trouble we've seen
There's a cheap can of soul in the vending machine
I said, 'Who put on this fucking song, I've been bored half to death my whole life long.'
Nobody knows the trouble we've seen
There's a cheap can of soul in the vending machine
I said, 'What's that dollar bill in there?'
Say 'Do a little twist', then she smiled and stared
Nobody knows the trouble we've seen
Nobody knows the trouble she's being
And we're all just a pack of barking dogs
There's a river runnin underneath the pipeline logs
Nobody knows the trouble she's been
Nobody knows the trouble she's being
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