1. |
The Dixon Deal
03:16
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What would I hope to prove if I blamed people like you?
Bud of Dixon throws a rind
His last bite chews through time
And shatters his own mind
Jerry is half Cherokee
His best friend since grade three
God damn they must have been lonely
From Dixon born to Vietnam
Then back to Dixon
When your friends are gone
No one’s there to ask what went wrong
So who’s to kill?
Who’s to hate?
Who’s to trust?
Who’s to wait for when God ain’t knocking at your door?
The only thing that anchors me is the trouble that clouds my mind
It’s impossible to know if it’s truly mine
Decades pass and people roll through the town
What they take they show
And never give up what they know
So all the folk with different skin can saddle up with their kin or be buried
Except of course for you, Jerry
As how I’d love to spit on you but I’m too close to my own window
I see my reflection in your face
Now a machine helps Bud breathe
As more dust settles on his sleeve
He mutters to himself before he sleeps
The only thing that anchors me is the trouble that clouds my mind
It’s impossible to know if it’s truly mine
So what would I hope to prove if I blamed people like you?
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2. |
Hate, Unbridled
03:44
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Love, like hate is a game of chess
Played slow like
Rainbow Trout cresting the fault line
Of a New York sewer line
Can you see it?
No, hell no
It must be below you
So what’s above you?
And please don’t say God
‘Cause I’m still in love with you
Even I
Can’t let go
Of that old fashioned feeling
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3. |
Great Spiders
03:58
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Here’s this joke, alright
Listen for the punch line
It’ll make you laugh
Or cry
And maybe by the end
You’ll relate to this guy
One day after too much
Of everything and everyone
He decides to do some good
And being who he is
The man that is
Throws away every mirror he owns
So long
Long gone
In his words
“Im done comparing myself, and everyone else”
And hey, that makes sense
It’s like a stain that won’t come out
But when he backs over a mover holding a mirror
Because he couldn’t look away
All he could say is
“Officer, please, let me explain”
So long
Long gone
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4. |
Balding is Beautiful
01:53
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The only simple way to say ‘Goodbye’ is
“Bye”
Or by
Plane
Bus
Or rail
Because you blend sooner
Merge faster
Become part of something so much larger than yourself
Unless you’re tall
Then you’re fucked
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5. |
Condor
01:56
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They wait in line for him
And call him by his chosen name
Condor
When I held my man
With his head bleeding in my hands
When I held my man
His head was bleeding in my hands
His head’s still bleeding in my hands
His head still bleeds in my hands
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6. |
Instant Legacy
01:47
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7. |
American Classic
03:04
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Candy cane
Candy’s pain
Candy’s name for
Candy’s claim to shame
Candy’s name became an American Classic
Like a firework display hung in mid air
Bang! Bang! Candy came with a force that swept away all pain
If you know by now then you knew somehow
It came and went with no bow
It gets so hard to breathe
In the face of company
Candy’s name was born from nothing
And in that world that sure is something
When you got nothing you got something to prove
And when you got everything there’s nowhere else to move
Candy came for freedom in the free land
At night Candy was an American Classic
Candy’s name became an AM Classic
It gets so hard to breathe
In the face of company
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8. |
A Day in LA
02:25
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9. |
Roger Felgs
00:54
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That’s barking you hear
Codependent barking
And independence
Yes
Independence sounds something like this
“Meow”
Not “Woof”
But, “Meow”
That’s independence
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10. |
Real Me
03:47
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I’m just finding time
To be me
From work to bed
And everything in between
Even out there
Socially
A mask worn by me
Who else could I be?
I’m only human
I don’t expect a release
Look at me in my cowboy hat
Don’t I look funny?
Do you take me seriously?
The real me
Surreal indeed
I got to thirty
And my body tried to leave me
Not figuratively
I'm talking mortality here, dummy
We never really grow up
We get old
Or maybe I’ll just forget about that
And go out dancing
Tonight!
Dancing
Just dancing
You know I’ve never tried me some cocaine
Maybe I’ll just go tomorrow
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11. |
Two Comedians
01:33
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When I wake up
I’m gonna say a lot of stuff
I’m gonna be in charge of people
I’m gonna be a person of the peep hole
I’m gonna fuck this city like it’s my own
I want to fuck
This city’s like my home
I own my home
That’s right
But even so
I’m
I am
Not ready
Ok?
Okay.
I’m ready
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Nicholas Merz Los Angeles, California
The Duvall Sound
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