1. |
End Scene
03:04
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Verse 1
I'm a filthy river rat //
and I swim with the snakes //
Lake-scum mother-fuck /
I hide in the barrels and the crates //
I'm a scrawny stowaway //
Shiver me timbers /
I sail the sea at 40 fathoms deep /
Yo-ho, blow the man down, down //
I'm a rootin' tootin' cowboy //
A simple man of the Big Sky land /
I got my leather and a can of magic beans /
Head full of Honky Tonk, dancin’ with th’ castanets /
I'm that wiley coyote //
Road runner, road run-run /
I paint landscapes in funny colors /
I never know when the weirds done /
(Is it done?)
Chorus
No chorus /
No chorus /
No chorus /
No chorus /
Verse 2
I'm a tippy tea pot //
Short and stout //
Here are my reasons //
I love to shout //
What me worry /
I’ma plot device /
A broken record, but the skips sounds nice /
An itch you scratch, once - twice - three times //
I la-la-la-la like to sing a song /
Follow the bouncing ball and you can sing along //
I’m that tune that you like to hear /
That groovy groove that's stuck up in your ear //
Y’see, I’m researchin’ a role //
I’ll let you know, just how it goes //
I knew them, Horatio //
The world’s an oyster, we are the pearls //
Chorus
No chorus /
No chorus /
There's no chorus /
No chorus /
Breakdown
It’s a who’s who
The Letter of the Snake
A toon’s tomb
In the water-tower tank
A gravy-groove at the hardware store
The screws fall through as the floor explodes
Self-tapped, I’m stoned as a hot dog
Outta place, always caught off guard
Face to face, with the person in charge
Bathroom mirror, full of fear, of myself - help
Chorus
No chorus /
No chorus /
No chorus /
End scene /
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2. |
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The Ballad of Razcal Ruggs
Verse 1, A
There ain’t no more Country songs to write /
And there ain’t no more lonesome highways to ride //
And there ain’t no more dosey does /
There ain’t no more prim-rose-lassos /
And there ain’t no more Country songs to write ///
Verse 1, B
All we got, is heat lightning in the night //
All we got, is wrongs we gotta right //
All we got is hand to hand /
All we got is the best we can /
And all we got is wrongs we’ve gotta right ///
Verse 2, A
There ain’t no more beers down by the lake //
There ain’t no more truck, there ain’t no brakes ///
There ain’t no more yee-haws /
There ain’t no more blue ribbon hogs /
There ain’t no more beers down by the lake ///
Verse 2, B
All we are, is killing time //
All we sing is, broken rhyme //
All we do is all we won’t //
All we have is all we don’t //
All we are, is killing time ///
All we are is,
Chorus 1
And there ain’t no more Country songs to write //
That trail’s been blazed, raised, and digitized //
So, no there ain’t no more Country songs to write //
As the range goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on /
No end in sight ///
Verse 3, A
There ain’t no more Country songs to write //
When the reasons are a moth to a light //
When the word is a broken bond /
When all the Honky Tonks are all played and gone /
When those hard earns, are swallowed up and dry ///
Verse 3, A
Truth be told, the cards are fold /
Trust is a flooded road /
There’s more sense in the toad’s croak, the cricket’s song in the night //
It’s all the wrong’s we’ve gotta right /
When we fix that broken rhyme /
When we realize, perhaps than, there’ll be Country songs to write ///
Chorus 2
There ain’t no more Country songs to write /
That boot’s been knocked aloof /
Tooth and nail, quarter to //
So there ain’t no more Country songs to write /
To write, to write, to write, do right, do right, do righ -
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3. |
Mud
04:14
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Verse 1
I believe, in things unseen /
I believe, in tangible dreams /
I believe, it's all gonna work out, all gonna work out /
I believe, in you and me /
Chorus
I am rage /
I am joy /
I am urge, urge /
Urgency /
I am hope /
I am toil /
I am buried, bury me /
I am a seed /
Verse 2
I've no ear for the greedy man's plight /
He spits when he lies /
Hides with all his might //
I've no strength for the selfish kind /
They'll drown you with their grip /
Suffocate while safe and sound //
I've no eyes for the dead cattle flies /
They bang on without a pound /
Contaminate 'nd surround //
I'm not hip to the tar heel's tip /
The mad dash for the crown /
The last sip of the ichor drip //
Chorus
I am rage /
I am joy /
I am urge, urge /
Urgency /
I am hope /
I am toil /
I am buried, bury me /
I am a seed /
X2
Verse 3
Mud, I am mud
Clay, I am clay
Life, I am alive
Death, I will die
Belief, I believe
Love, I am loved
Broke, I am broken
Whole, I will be whole
Outro
I am a memory
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4. |
Oxy-Moron (Bonus Track)
04:28
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Verse 1
A pile of water /
Rust on a window /
The doll’s daughter /
Porcelain crescendo /
The fire leaks /
Fetal akimbo /
A swallowed tear /
Morse code in bird call /
Chorus 1
I’m on my way, out /
I'm on my way back, in /
I want to scream and shout, so I will /
Ahh, ahh, ahh-ah-ah /
I don’t feel proud /
I don’t like the skin I’m in /
I’m under the bed /
I’m not doing the best I can /
(Doin' the best I can, I'm doin' the best I -)
Verse 2
A straight line maze /
Pull in a push /
A permanent phase /
Turn while standing still /
Freeze molten nimbus /
Alit tie-dye skeleton /
The quiet loud /
Forcibly lucid /
Freeze molten nimbus /
Chorus 2
I’m on my way, out /
On my way out, back in //
I wait in line /
I take the advice given /
Every step with intention /
Every forgotten promise /
Any pollution, and I’ll blow /
I’ll go, fucking atomic (nuclear)
Verse 3
Potato, pa-ta-toe /
Do you see that thunder /
The deafening mumble /
That shockwave takes a second to hit /
Tomato, ta-ma-toe /
Autumn in April /
It’s so obvious innit /
There’s no sense, in senselessness /
There’s no sense, in senselessness /
Chorus 3
I’m on my way, out /
On my way back, in /
Don’t mind me, moaned /
The half man, hanging from the ceiling /
I’m free as can be, screamed /
The lady in the mirror /
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