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Honey From The Carcass
03:12
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Honey From the Carcass - I want to eat honey from the carcass of a lion. I want to use foxtails to set this field on fire. I want the Philistine girl. Oh oh oh! (Gimme gimme gimme!) I want to slay armies with the jawbone of an ass. Baby baby, come as you are. Baby baby, and leave the same. Infantilize.
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Baby's Got Cold Feet
02:57
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Baby's Got Cold Feet - I came by this late thinking that if you were half asleep maybe I could get a word in edgewise, but I tried the door and you won't let me in, so I guess this note will have to do. Woman, my bride to be, you love to talk talk talk and that's fine, but you gotta breath. I heard what you said, now you hear me. It's conversation, not a soliloquy. Shulamite girls drive me crazy! They're almost perfect, always. Woman, my bride to be, are you my fiancee or just my financee? I know you worry. I know you fret, but baby have I ever let you down yet? Scared to be hungry. Scared to be homeless. Scared to be naked, but can't you see? I'll be your butcher. I'll be your carpenter. I'll be your tailor if you'd just be still and get to know me. But your frantic, laying in your bed. Frantic! I guess there's nothing left for me to do but just go home and wait and wait and wait. Shulamite girls drive me crazy! They're almost perfect, always.
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Play the Harp, Throw the Spear - What is more sad? I said what is more sad? I know what you're saying. I know all your schemes. No place is as lonely as the throne of a failing king. I hear what you're saying. I know what you don't. What good is one thousand when he has nine thousand more? What is more sad? I said what is more sad? When you think everybody is talking behind your back, or when you know nobody is talking 'bout you at all? Think about it now. Play the harp. Throw the Spear. Beneath the tamarisk, unglued. Why have you conspired?
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Truckstop Fear
03:01
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Truckstop Fear - Blythe, O Blythe! Never was there such a sight for sore eyes. Blythe, O Blythe! How I long to gather to you in my arms! Truckstop fear! Windshield smear! I wish I could scream at an empty room. I wish I could toss and turn in a van. I wish I could sleep on a stranger's floor. I wish I could have to wear the same clothes. I wish I could miss you...I wish I could get sick of my own songs. I wish I could get sick of my best friends. I wish I could make some memories. Hoo hoo hoo!
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Good Intentions Paving Co. - Good Intentions Paving Co. at your service. Filling the potholes. Striping the lanes. Adding a carpool. Everyone loves that wide wide road. Improving your milage. Cutting down wear and tear. Assuring you comfort. Getting you there. Mayor Charlemagne (promising peace). Foreman Adrian (promising safety). Working hand in hand, promising peace and safety. No one rides for free (promising peace). Ignore the signs you see (promising safety). Your tax dollars at work, promising peace and safety. You'll never notice it, we're so pro. There is the subtlest downhill slope easing you to your final destination, you and your precious cargo.
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Sit Down Party
03:19
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Sit Down Party - This is a sit down party. This is a sit down party. Nobody workin' it. Nobody breakin' a sweat. Martha Martha. Get off your feet. Get at my feet.
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Inspiration Indiana
03:19
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Inspiration Indiana - So this is how it feels to be an insect. Crossing the Midwest, dodging the lighting, gripping your guitar and singing. Sometimes I must be crushed. No exoskeleton can save you this time. Arching electrically, up in the heavenlies, bolting it down to the highway.
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Just Curves
02:32
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Just Curves - Form over function. Soft forms over function. Look at us. We are the show. Punch the like button, go go go! Look at us. We are the show. Moan the right tones, let the sad eyes flow. Approve approve approve...of me. Everyone together, one two three go! No lines, no edges, no corners, just curves. Make shapes, makes hate. Shapes make hate.
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Pick A Puppy
03:27
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Pick a Puppy - The gulls never take shelter. The crows come out right away. The mockingbird shortly thereafter. The sun has yet to show its face. The more wicked the more they tolerate the rain. Skirts in the dead of winter. Skirts frozen through and through. Dancing, drinking, shivering down the streets with the island view. The more desperate the more they tolerate the cool. Parents, please ask your children what they learned in school. 'Cause if we don't feed our young, if our mothers don't brood, little fledglings become hungry scavengers soon. The more wicked the more they tolerate the rain.
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