1. |
Lou Pfohl
01:52
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2. |
Holes In Your Pants
03:53
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The band started groovin
We got up to dance
Nobody noticed the holes in your pants
Everybody noticed the curls in your hair
Yeah everybody saw but nobody cared
The crowd got hot
And the booze ran sweet
The doorman smoked and tapped his feet
Everybody took in the frenzy and fare
Everybody saw but nobody cared
The band got drunk
And the crowd got worse
Nobody noticed that they skipped the 3rd verse
The congregation offered their hands to the sky
Everybody laughed and nobody cried
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3. |
Sidewalk Chalk
03:45
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The silence is broken
By the branches on the shutters
As we're sleeping
You roll over on your back
Pebble flies, window cracks
Sneakers beat the block
Smudging all the sidewalk chalk
Your mother and father
Are coming over for a visit in the morning
We'll take the path down to the park
Shadows thrashing in the dark
Names carved in the rock
Cover them up with sidewalk chalk
Children and new friends
Who I don't know yet but I'll meet soon
When I'm ready
In the hallway, standing still
Listening to the whippoorwills
Pour the whiskey out my cup
Fill it back up with sidewalk chalk
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4. |
Alexithymia
05:13
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Suddenly
The big parade's on top of me
Knees are on my chest and I can't see
And I can't breathe
Hit again
I almost moved to Michigan
But this way I get to see my girlfriend
On the weekends
Alexithymia
And I'm watchin
Alexa doesn't know what could have happened
Break a sweat
I gotta learn to cast a wider net
I gotta try to get my feet wet
But no luck yet
Hit again
My home was almost Michigan
But this way I get to see my girlfriend
Most weekends
Alexithymia
And I'm watchin
Alexa looks to the moon to see what happened
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5. |
Lampshade
00:51
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Mantis on my lampshade
Oh mantis on the wall
Your presence is so mighty
Even though you're small
Luminescent and alone
I hope that you like your new home
Oh on my wall
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6. |
Purple Hair/Oskar
02:08
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Hey there Ms. Purple Hair I
Got lots I'd like to say but
Limits on my language
Keep gettin in my way
And I'll try to overcome
And I'll keep bangin on my drum
And I'll keep suckin on my thumb
Until it's all OK
I see the real me lurking in the shadows
And I tell the wolf to go away
Now I've got purple hair and
I've got a new tattoo of
A jolly roger on my arm that
Makes me think of you
And I'll try to get along
And I'll keep bangin on your gong
Your fingers are so long but
They'll never get through
I see the real me lurking in the shadows
And I tell the wolf to go away
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7. |
27
03:14
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8. |
Sour Salty Slug
03:41
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The fading flicker of an afternoon
He crunches down the stairs
Into an alleyway with Christmas lights and dirty piles of snow
Past all the funky cigar shops where men with bad hair pieces go
He's here again to see a friend, maybe something more
He reaches unit #3 and slaps the knocker on the door
But no one's there
The violet fever of the cityscape
He turns into the night
Going back over all the slimy demarcations in the stone
Past all the packs of soggy matches, bubble gum, and chicken bone
But he's not fit to risk a sizzle crispy fate on salty ice
This strip's a house that he calls home and he can't pay to roll the dice
But one day he might
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9. |
Cogbrain
04:12
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Jet planes in the atmosphere
Two foot pedals to go and a wheel to steer
Hairpin turn and then you swere
Oil up the gears to calm the nerves
Cogbrain
Levers and pulleys in the sky
Beckoning the air where jet planes fly
The sky is pink, the clouds are rolling
The rust growing on your fingers in showing
Lovers on a greyhound bus
Engines sputter under muddy crust
Cross the wires, make a wih
Put this feeling in a calculus
Cogbrain
Dipshit
Cogbrain
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10. |
Loophole
01:34
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All around is a crowd
Black suits and oily faces
And the humming is loud
If I strain to see
Maybe they'll pick me
I'm the meat of the curve
Soft white and incandescent
And I'm not dressed for the heat
The opening is closing again
Maybe I'll get in
On a loophole
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Birds and shit fly everywhere
Disappointment, I don't care
Scream and shout, we'll figure it out the next time
I don't know
What do you think?
Respite on a Saturday
Feed your baby, mold your clay
Shoot the shot, don't miss, piss in the ocean
I don't know
What do you think?
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