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The Battle of Frogtown
04:19
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I wouldn't think you could fall off the world
but I bet you could fall through it.
And I wouldn't be surprised if Hitler loved his mother
or knew that Jesus was Jewish
I'm pretty sure love is made up of equal parts luck
and excellent timing.
Which is why I knew this guy who walked halfway across the world
just to find a decent line
By the time the sun rose on Frogtown
The king of the court had been stripped of his crown.
I saw nobles filleted in the street.
It was a people's revolt, but it wasn't for peace.
It was a god-dammed unsightly parade
led by an unstable man who'd been stripped of his faith.
Yeah, we knew that some shit had gone down
when the sun rose on Frogtown.
The librarian, maid Marion, and Thomas were betrothed
on the steps in the hall while the bathroom was full
and good Timothy was a whiskey fiend, until the bottles were tossed
but Queen Josephine took just one hit and then she took off.
And by the time the sun rose on Frogtown,
the people we knew all laid stoned to the ground.
so we took a few more shots to the head,
and we made eye contact, and you took me to bed
and we got high for the very last time
before the evolution could take over our minds.
It was hard to tell upside from
down when the sun set on Frogtown.
What would you say to a couple more days of this line.
we’ll be fine once we get the refrain right.
But I know you, you're too shrewd
and you're much too afraid of your la....
(I came to explore Boulevards, gods of war
as the constant repeat of the city surrounds us
in corners at night, drinking cheap Spanish wine
barely lit, while we sit as the city astounds us)
I think that's it, right?
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Cares
03:22
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Sam I am, But I'm not as blind as thee.
And I've got cares, but they're not killing me.
Once we were the singers of songs,
with too many words and a chorus too long
I'm pretty sure that we did everything wrong.
And now these rhymes only work in cut time and one or two minor keys.
Jumped ship before the ship was up-shore.
She didn't want to talk it out anymore.
But it was kind of like Dylan would say:
We never did too much talking anyway.
You've got other fields to sow. I can see it in your rear-view stare
And even though I'm still yours, that was never yours to bear.
Rise with the waking sun if my ghost can face the day
I'll ride out this passing storm to lay flowers on our grave
But grace has a lashing tongue. Harsh are her lessons learned.
And if there's any truth in here I pray it hits you first.
There's no doubt that the reason for now is me,
or so you let me know.
I think it's funny, though, the way you go on and on
like there's some phrase that could make it a song.
And I don't know what you wanted this thing to be
but you can let it go.
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Red State
03:18
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Out on the post-op sock hop born and grown
down on the soapbox is where I spent most of my own.
We we're the upside-downsy baked potato cosmonauts and we were hot
Raised up on proletariat grains,
I had le bourgeois et toi melting my brain.
I got some red shoes for the holidays.
And it's only fun if the bratty, bratty kids don't come
I hope the bratty, bratty kids don't come,
being all high-strung.
I got some bullshit bowl shake.
I want to give you a break.
I want to fuck, for fuck's sake
We're in a red scare red state.
I wish that sad sack senor McCarthy could see
I've got the leaflets lining up both of my sleeves
signed by some hot-shit, blacklist celebrities
bluegrass and a white picket fence,
I shed the red blood patriotic means to an end.
But when I make love it's in an east-German accent.
And it's only fun if the bratty, bratty kids don't come
I hope the bratty, bratty kids don't come,
being all high-strung.
I got some bullshit bowl shake.
I want to give you a break.
I want to fuck, for fuck's sake
We're in a red scare red state.
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Demand and Supply
03:55
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Some nights she made a bad decision.
She begged the city to forgive her.
Last night she had another vision.
She begged her mother to believe her.
Everyone thought it was normal,
tracing lines down winter formals,
burned alive on concrete doorsteps,
still afraid of girls and hornets.
17 years-old in the room inside her home
in the town where she grew up that she never knew was small.
And everyone would say "things will always be the same"
but they never were the same, no, they never were at all.
And it was midnight in the park, where the boys and girls used to meet.
And they'd carve their little hearts in the trees.
We got high and drove on empty tanks
to see how long our lives would take,
in closets where we stole a kiss.
In parking lots we used our fists.
(Never took a late train, never went the wrong way)
We grew our cities on spires and weeds.
And we saved no pity for those we never tried to see.
And we were faking Sunday, deaf choirs, blind leads.
And we were taking context from books we never tried to read.
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Spiro in Your Heart
02:13
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She wrote a letter to senate and in it added a line.
She said "hey Spiro, my hero, it's me. Lets meet up sometime"
After the weekend he did it. He went up to her front door.
She said "It's too late. It's over. I'm dating Gerald R. Ford"
Keep Spiro Agnew in your heart.
What would it take but water gates to tear us apart.
Keep Spiro Agnew in your soul.
Would you believe that it was he who'd save us all?
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Beef Roosevelt
04:08
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Teddy wrote a love song. Franklin had a sad one.
Taft was last, but he wanted a bath and went home.
Or so I'm told.
I can't decide if there's a will or there's a way.
Because lord knows I've tried once or twice
to write a rip-roaring summer jam and rock the Chesapeake bay
and all the babes.
And still I can't decide if there's a will or there's a way.
Daddy had some mad fits, fell in with some Federalists.
And they let him eat cake, but their sideburns were fake,
or so I'm told.
This song isn't very hard. It goes...
This song isn't very hard. It goes...
We are not sick. And we will not be fixed.
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All Good Children
03:15
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You're right, You're right.
But lets fight it out, get it figured out.
I swear there's grace in this mess.
And maybe we can even learn to learn a thing or two,
me as well as you.
You do whatever you want.
I cant stand it. I'm not left-handed enough to make you stay.
You can keep the anger. That's all yours.
I don't care. I've done this twice before.
And in a month,
we'll be talking strong with our tall shoes on.
Peace isn't won in a war.
It's in remembering that peace was there before.
Let's do this once more.
You do whatever you want.
I cant stand it. I'm not left-handed enough to make you stay.
You can keep the anger. That's all yours.
I don't care. I've done this twice before.
It's not the "how" that I cant figure out.
It's the "why" that me and my friends spend nights
trying to twist and shout.
Does it really make a difference if it's nine months or a second.
I was the same when I was seven.
Back when rumor had it all good children go to heaven.
You do whatever you want.
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8. |
Our Wake
03:09
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What pleasure breaks inside these dawns these days.
What that escapes is not for me to say.
And in our wake we have but words to pray.
So may we speak what we mean and, in turn, may we be redeemed
two by two by our aching feet.
And should death keep at bay until the end of the day,
give us means. Give us more wine. Give us one day at a time.
All the ghosts that we have loved, well, if they knew what we'd become
they'd say "I knew that he was dumb.
But who'd believe he'd sink so low?
All the battles we have lost through hesitation, pride and trust,
through love and lies and greed and lust
and all those places people go
And it's a sad fact, but its true, that every single thing we do
is written down and dialed into a fax machine.
So if you think you can escape your karma, destiny or fate,
well, maybe you can when your awake,
but it will find you in your dreams.
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