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Pines
03:40
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He felt his dreams and they were all right
He drew up plans and stayed up all night
A case of beer and just one headlight
The winding road escaped like a kite
This time of night the road is thread bare
He’s been here twice before they’re not going anywhere
Looks like the sky could rain but those clouds just sit there
Just ten more miles who do they think they can
Sca_______re?
It’s not about the cash they have his wife
He should’ve known they seemed so polite
He rubs his scar the memory of a knife
If they want his family they will have to take his life
They catch his scent take him for a ride
They won’t be so cool once they’re hog-tied.
Switch of the headlamp glide into the knight
The winding streets the aching pines the air is
Dry______…
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Hi, Yes I'm Here
05:42
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Hi Yes I’m here.
It’s like a ghost town in winter
I’m glad that you both were insistent I come.
I love this town.
So I guess I must look suspicious.
Kids yell from their cars
But who am I to discern what they say?
There are clouds in the street.
It’s like they dropped down from heaven.
I could see policeman arrest them,
The skies and the leaves.
The pine needles reach out to claw them
Who woulda dreamed there could be so much green?
She said the day’s like a dog.
One that you raised from a puppy.
And everything’s good.
You throw bones, he’s never exhausted.
But then what is this?
He suddenly vomits up something.
You watch as his persistent system just fails.
I’m spacing out.
How could you believe I was listening?
Shits going down.
How suddenly life takes these curves when they come.
I’m staying here
I know that you made plans don’t break them.
It might take a year.
You know where that kid killed those people?
I think that I'm just 30 miles south of there.
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Flood
04:47
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She left her mother where she lay
In the grass by the lake with her name
Sometimes I think that we’re the same.
She’s just dry and I am like a water main.
The oars are layed up in the shade now.
I can see her body splayed out.
She grabbed her skirt and tried to wade out.
I think of Job sometimes this late.
She smiles and says could get worse, you just wait
Guess you don’t get to choose what’s on your plate.
Choose instead between fighting and fate.
Here they drive out till no one can hear them
Bring their shotguns leave their beer cans
Shoot the silent stars and oh, man.
Now the sky is turning grey.
It’s no surprise one more thing in our way.
She’s smoking silently in the shade
As if she burned there her eyes filled with flame.
It overheats the car. She calls me a liar.
Looks at me like Joan in that movie by Dryer.
Pities me, but now her car is on fire.
The first story was a myth
Explaining why, in it’s course, life’s a bitch.
If god betrayed us with a kiss
It was a wash and a watery abyss.
The driest point is now ten feet underground.
The sealed graves of those who died in this town.
No one to pray for those escaped or who drowned.
The dream was false, the weather true.
Had to laugh after all we’d been through.
Cater to parties, serving suits
But I still feel the water rise in my boots.
I’m either kind and dumb or fat and slow.
The prairie dries in sun and buries in snow
The dream we had the land that’s too large to know.
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Tiny House
02:11
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We’re all alone on this solemn holiday
You and I could die before we’d learn to live alone
Building shakes
What help are those who grip your lapels
Keep on dreaming Of war or its opposite
And I don’t wanna leave No I don’t wanna leave to sooon
Abandon Roads Just for the hell of it
She said “you are all the man I need When you are in ‘the zone’”
Streetlights wake
The chill of bone Pretend you’re not home
Keep on fighting for war or it’s opposite
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