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These days do get long
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the memory
Of us to move on
We are now breaking me
Neatly in two
Oh,I know you
There hasn’t always been a park here
It was a fort where pioneers
Would take the arrows that they deserved
I found my name
In a book about Tennessee
From 1817
These days do get long
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the memories
Of us to be gone
We are now breaking me
Neatly in two
Oh, I know you
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Airport '17
02:37
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I bought a James Patterson novel at the airport
Upon arrival, I had composed this book retort:
A coven of wickens conspires to sicken D.C.
The Fourth of July the whole cabinet dies on TV
The witches are proven a part of a far left-wing plot
The Islamo-Communist race/gender gun thieves are stopped
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Hot Under the Collar
03:03
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Shut up, fly right
We like you
Don’t give us a reason not to
Surveillance state’s in action
We’ll know what you think and do
189-424, 424
When we turn up
Let’s be clear
All the evidence will be here
And as you’re going under
We’ll read your Neiman number
189-424, 424
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Knockin’ ‘em back like it’s not the afternoon
There are hours between us
And things we have to do
I don’t ever wait for a good time
Tonight’s mine
We don’t ever wait for a better time
Look in the sky, it’s the eye in the triangle
They’re putting their finger on you
You better wait for a better time
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Aliver Than Ever
02:55
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I am recalling another missed opportunity
Which led directly to a great personal loss
And which I’d fix if I could fix some things that I have done
The list is long
Viewed with perspective, it veers
Arcing over time, the meanings of things changing
Practically with the seasons
With rhyme and for reasons
For years and years and anguished years
I’ve been the driver
But I am aliver than ever and ready to sever
The ties that worry me
For years and years and anguished years
I was the driver
A nine-and-a-fiver
A real late arriver
Not too much a striver
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Sick Days
03:09
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Go west and book yourself an extended stay
The weekend’s gonna bruise you
You’re coming over
I heard about it in the chess club
My nerves unraveled
Titans of bankruptcy
Born with the pedigree
To take what you see
Six hours late no check in, no call, no show
This Tuesday’s gonna screw you
You’re coming over
We’re gonna watch a little Hee-Haw
My timbers shivered
Losing your agency
Losing your future to
People in an old folk’s home
Go west and book yourself an extended stay
The weekend’s gonna kill me
You’re coming over
I cut my penis on a tall-boy
My nerves unravelled
Captains of vagrancy
Learning the 3rd degree
Nowhere to go
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I Am From History
02:50
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If things are certain, I do not know what they are
Looking through tapes while we slide around in your van
Someone in your family is a real Air Supply fan
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Oh, find the violence
Draw the bowstring
Let fly all the arrows of justice and sing:
Life is pretty dumb
Misery is real
Compassion is the only thing
People of action can’t stand to lose
Now that it’s fallen out of fashion
So, tune your instrument
Not well, be honest
The kids know more than you yet
We belong in the good air
Where nothing matters not
We belong up in the passes
Where nobody says your name cause
You don’t have anything
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Friends and family
Are you ok, do you see what I see
Terror in the hearts of the free
Gestapo shops the same grocery as me
Sometimes the wind blows true
We miss you
And are implored to
Hope, fight, wait, fight
Hope, wait, fight
Sometimes the wind blows true
And sometimes it’s out to get you
We’ve learned something new
They’ve hidden bodies in the fescue
Sometimes the wind blows true
We miss you
And are implored to
Look for something new
Nobody’s coming to our rescue
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Forms on Forms
03:40
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Tell me what you do
We’re oppressors of the destitute
We’ll be burying the hatchet in you
Before you get a little money you can
Try to put away for tomorrow
Tell me about yourself
We’ll be burying the hatchet in you
Before you know
Counting the bastards’
Uniforms on forms
Lean on your axe,
Clytemnestra of Hooverville
To whom much is given
Much more will be given soon, soon
We’re not part of the problem
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Because of the way life leans,
What’s the weight of all of the denied dreams?
When you are not heard or seen,
When does the outrage outweigh the means?
The torches and battle scenes
Make it clear the outrage outweighs the means
The sickening impunity
Makes the outrage outweigh the means for me
Because of this gang of fiends,
And because the cruelty’s become routine,
And babies caged in our names,
I can see a white house gone up in flames
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Chamber Music in the form of a Rock Band. Todd, Mike, Jay - Nashville, TN.
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