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I'm a jangly old song on the wires tonight
A crooked old bird with whiskey for wings
And guiding me home through the fog and the foam is
My heart that tired old thing
I feel like a building without any beams
I traded all my stitching in spite of my seams
The doctors say I'm fine as strawberry wine
But the thump in my chest is as faint as could be
They asked what it was, I said it's because of
My heart that tired old thing
I know that sometimes I spill it all on the floor
But i just don't trust good feelings no more
I'm a jangly old song on the wires tonight
And if you'll just carry me home you can have what you see
A head full of wine, an S for a spine and
My heart that tired old thing
If you're thinking of leaving well don't go just yet
I can do a great impersonation of a bee with no sting
I could give you my love, courtesy of
My heart that tired old thing
Oh my heart that tired old thing
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Via Cosmic Post
02:00
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The stars they kindly ask that we
Put up our scopes and get some sleep
They've taken lovers of their own kind
And they just cant bear us to see
They don't know why they called our name
If not to one day touch our face
Sincerest apologies will go out by post
To sailors still lost on the sea
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3. |
Back On My Tracks
04:14
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I'm not a guy who breaks the law
Or violates the city codes but
Out behind my garage
Stuffed dead in a sack
Are monkeys as big as my back
I gotta get back, back on my tracks
I keep my eyes on the road and when I don't
I just ride along the guard rail
Sparkin' like a shootin' star
Till someone takes me home
By their window in a jar
They say the snake will stalk the sparrow
Until the apples fill the barrow
And for years there's been this hand-painted sign
On the main road that says
Save this town
Ginger pop and pork beans all over the lawn
And the whole damn barbecue is lookin down at their ice
What the hell do I care, I only see ‘em once a year
And by the time that I get home
There’ll be a few new holes in the moon
I call my mom from the phone downtown
I say Mom can you see the sky
She says honey are you alone?
I say only 'cause I try
And i gotta get back, back on my tracks
Lord i gotta get back, back on my tracks
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Summer, 1995
03:30
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School bells hang in rusty slumber
And the late afternoon sun
Throws our forms
Long down the lawns and driveways
Long as we'll be tall someday
Flying fast as comets
With baseball diamond dust tails
Mantle clocks in the back room
Whir and whisper
All our secrets
Soft as prayer
He pinned me on the parquet
His mouth smells like red Kool-aid
Trees grow right through the sofa
Glaciers lap up Ohio and
I can see the seasons flashing in his eyes
Saint John's bells sang of supper
walking home I
Practice lies with
Bright red lips
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Pounce
02:08
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Pounce on me
Don't let me move one inch
Hold me down and make me stay
If I ever try to go away again
Baby just pounce on me
Cuff my hands to the radiator pipes
Lock the door and throw away the key
If I ever try to leave you again
Honey just pounce on me
And I may rail and I may whine
But I can't be trusted most of the time
Maybe I could have a happy life
Somewhere far away from you
But I'll never know 'cause the next time I go
I know you're gonna pounce
Honey please pounce
Baby just pounce on me.
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6. |
The Telephant
03:17
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Ladies and gentlemen I'm pleased to announce
A new biology, the first one of it's kind
behind me in this rusty old rail car
A brand new animal, a wonder to behold
No ordinary beast, a marvel
Soon to roam free throughout
This great country
Years cutting through our bloated dead mistakes
And we finally obtained a candidate
With a large enough brain and muscles to sustain
The hulking weight of the screen…
Don't be alarmed as we open the doors
By its ominous size or the armor
And though the screen is on it cannot see you
Imagine a future with news of the war
Even for the poor
All the latest news for just cashews
phrase is a registered trademark of the telephant corporation
U.S. patent number 1932706
And when they die what used to be their eyes
That with atrophy have turned into a white
Gelatinous pulp will be harvested and canned
A viable if bland source of protein
Now for all of you listening at home
I do apologize, but the magnetic field is strong
And we will lose you once we turn it on
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7. |
Letter To My Uncles
01:53
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Lost on me is the largemouth bass
The musky and the noble pike
And lacking in proper husk is my hide
To ever ever ride a motorbike
But I know some people in the ballet
And I bet you they would sneak us in the back
We could reenact scenes in shadows on the screen
Of old episodes of MASH
Oh I'll bring a jar full of lightning bugs
And we'll let 'em all go in the dark
Pretend that they're camera flashes from the press
And we'll all be aging movie stars
I'll be Vivian Lee from Gone With The Wind
You can catch me when I faint from the applause
Then we'll go out for malts, you can drink two at once
From those helmets with the straws
And even on those long, long truck rides
You guys won't mention the fact
That I suck dick and can't drive stick
Oh lost on me is the largemouth bass
The musky and the noble pike
Dear brothers of my Dad oh the fun we could have
But in the end you like what you like
So I guess I'll just sit in the back of the boat
Singing songs from Cabaret
And when there's nowhere left to put 'em
We'll go home and I'll cook 'em
In a truffle bearnaise!
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Good Name
04:20
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I packed up some meat babe
And a small stash of rye
On one of your horses
But I’m sure you’ll get by
I have a good name
It's easy and plain
Easy to remember
Forget just the same
And this ain't like the movies
No I won’t ever have to pay
I'll never be a shadow
On your wash-line one day
When they carry me home babe
And the mason comes ‘round
With his chisel and granite
And the stink of the ground
Well I have a good name
It's short and its sweet
If you pay by the letter
you’ll get it for cheap
If you pay by the letter
He'll carve it up cheap
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9. |
Waltz For Zach
01:37
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Dane Terry Brooklyn, New York
Queer Composer/
Storymaker/
Songster.
Based in NYC. Traveling all over.
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