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I Got The Spurs
06:24
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I see a face at the window again
the sunlight dripping strings of drool
there is a place where the ashes turn to rain
and flocks of insects rise from the scum
and form into clouds and the light that passes through them
shoots its arrows of glass and the rainbows make a sign that reads
"all of the sand you can cross and all the water. . ."
oh I got the spurs
blasting in place you can see the hillside falling
who would have build so goddamned high
gearshift knobs on a yellow John Deere tractor
reach and tremble at the sky
the lips they inflate and the features crack and blister
and I can't hear the knocking at my door
as the wind blows it off its hinges and I can see caribou in the street
oh I got the spurs
flowering plants spring from the cracks in the buildings
and the radio is blasting us to sleep
there's a man and he's talking about buying the place he works at
and someone calls and says they disagree
the wind makes its way through the frames of unmade buildings
and the water starts to trickle down the hill
and it forms into pockets on the liquor store below
oh I got the spurs
I start to turn, I pick up my bag and utensils
there's a lot of salvage work to do
lines are forming at the bus stops and in the parking areas
and the children are trundled off to school
the sky it is blue and imprinted in Helvetica
that only a fuckhead could read
and the words go by so quickly that the letters turn to drops of rain
oh I got the spurs
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2. |
Spinning
05:27
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Take a Gun to the Movies
03:57
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Take your weapons to the movies
in case of accidents you will be stronger
you better take your weapons to the station
in case anything you better listen
(don't even listen)
There's an evil we can cope with
put some bullets in the production office ceiling
there's a sink hole in the evening
you better watch your toothpaste and wear your diving boots
'cause it's always Christmas Eve
I see it in your graph
I see it in your chart
these are the last days
You're a cause for inquisition
Mister Sweetie has got an iron lung
and you're a cause for independence
this will be my fourth day in july
but it's always Christmas Eve
I see it in your graph
I see it in your chart
these are the last days
this is the last train home
you better take your gun to the movies
you better open all of your presents
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Hydra
06:54
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Dawn is a stranger a stranger is dawn
I used to be angry but now I am gone
I see your little shoulders on my television
it was not so long ago I wrapped myself around them
Dawn is a stranger a stranger is dawn
trying to look and learn
Dawn is a stranger who reaches into my pocket
and breaks off a piece of chocolate without asking
without asking and her friends all laugh
her friends all laugh
I am the afternoon and I bury anger in the dirt
I used to be angry but now I bury anger in the dirt
a bud pokes through and explodes
and explodes
Dawn is a stranger a stranger is dawn
three bloodshot strangers say your are buckshot here
I hate talking to you in satellite transmissions
and water is squeezed through a grain of rice
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5. |
The Devil In Bakersfield
03:39
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Steve Gregoropoulos Los Angeles, California
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