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Waco
02:37
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Wind song grazes chimes
Of the ranch style homes
My tires graze the gravel
Out by the lake shore
Down at the loading bay
Not my first rodeo
I’m heading out at dawn to the eastern seaboard
My baby said don’t you go
But it’s just a little bit of time 'til a hot night in Waco
Bodega alleyways, grocery tackle roads
Driving through small towns
Where trinkets are sold
Now passing through a skyline
With the sunlight below
I’ll call you when you wake up
Just to let you know
My baby said don’t you go
But it’s just a little bit of time 'til a hot night in Waco
How’s my driving? Call 1-800-fuck yourself
Six more nights 'til a hot night in Waco
The sleeper cab is filling up with trash
Five more nights 'til a hot night in Waco
How’s my driving? Call 1-800-fuck yourself
Four more nights 'til a hot night in Waco
The sleeper cab is fucking up my back
Three more nights 'til a hot night in Waco
My baby said don’t you go
But it’s just a little bit of time 'til one hot night in waco
Two more nights 'til a hot night in Waco
One more night 'til a hot night in Waco
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2. |
Valleys Are Low
02:30
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Spent the summer in a lake town
And lived it like a lake town
Getting off on smelling onion grass fresh off of the great plows
I’m just doing what I set out to do
Counting each fish carcass
On the surface of the water
And making it home in time to eat supper
They used to call me by my name
Now they call my by my home
Cattle grazing, mouth full of sod and psalm
Too used to it to notice
I wonder where the horses are
Where valleys are low we live on high
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3. |
Skink Song
03:15
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I’m sorry I washed your pants
In which you keep relics in the pocket
But I left a map on the fridge
To help you find more
Take a right at the steeple
Disregard the second one
Coming up on your left
Is your last chance for lunch
I would never eat a reptile
I would maybe eat an insect or a slug
If push comes to shove
When your skiff is docked
And you’re stepping in muck
And a lizard brushes against your leg
Might as well be the wind
When you find a pile of rocks
Arranged like some strange ritual
Know that I was just having fun
I would never eat a reptile
I would maybe eat an insect or a slug
If push comes to shove
Hands full of clay from the riverbank
I say, "take this, I’ve earned it,
but it’s not enough to buy a horse"
As it started to dry
It looked like you were ready to be leaving
But I was still piling the clods wildly
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4. |
Pristine River
03:43
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I stole someone's routine today
Made coffee with his coffee maker
In and out of a screen door
To a donkey I must care for
She don't need a lot to do well
She's got one eye on the opening
And one on the hay
I got one ear on the chimes ringing
And one on her bray
As I shot empties in the evening
With my eagle eye
Keeping watch on the pristine river
I stole someone's routine today
Stepped out in his hat birdwatching
It's got one eye on the water shield
And one on the prey
Two talons opening and taking the game
As I shot empties in the evening
With my eagle eye
Keeping watch on the pristine river
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5. |
Strange Car
03:11
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I’ve been in and out of strange cars
Trying to find my baby
And my car has a strange way to start it
But it’s not strange
It’s not a strange car
Everything I own fits in it
What didn’t fit I threw away
I’m learning how to move on a little bit
Where on ramps become interstates
When I head south for the winter
And all the state birds have flown
I’ll be getting used to the tap water
And you’ll be taking the train back home
It’s like biting sweet flesh and throwing out the rind
These parts are ripe and rotten
I’ll sing it one more time…
When I head south for the winter
And all the state birds have flown
I’ll be getting used to the tap water
And you’ll be taking the train back home
Sitting on the porch in my hometown
Chances are I will be driving into town
Sitting on a dock in a lake town
Chances are I won't be making a single sound
Sitting on the roof in a new town
Chances are I will be looking at the skyline downtown
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6. |
The One Who Put Me Up
03:16
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I can't bring myself to ask what happened to the fallen
So I press my ribs on hardwood gratefully
Hoping that the one who put me up
Won’t be the next one to move on
Let alone me
But you gotta let em take off
And you gotta let em roll on
And you gotta let the dust dissipate and settle
Before you sweep it up
And you gotta let treachery be treacherous
And if your valor is stolen
May it be held
I can’t bring myself to ask
What happened to the fallen
So I pass through highways like rivers
And cityscapes like mountains
For there is an innkeeper for every desperado
And their call of duty is footsteps on the run
But you gotta let em take off
And you gotta let em roll on
And you gotta let the dust dissipate and settle
Before you sweep it up
And you gotta let treachery be treacherous
And if your valor is stolen
May it be held
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7. |
O Someone or Something
01:37
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When I would look out, which wasn’t often
With mountains and pastures in my field of view
It was neither sacred nor heinous
I am of the valley as the range is to you
I swear I looked away for a minute
And they built a steeple on the drug store
And the style of the belfry suggests that it plays a sad tune
And the spire, although new, had a nice patina
Evoking memories I never knew
In the woods I sought a clearing
Followed the beer cans with bullet holes
I hacked away limbs and let out a bellow
O someone or something, can you lighten my load?
I swear I looked away for a minute
And they built a steeple on the drug store
And the style of the belfry suggests that it plays a sad tune
And the spire, although new, had a nice patina
Evoking memories I never knew
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8. |
Downtown Grievance
02:21
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I began my day drinking the water that it takes to cry
I began my day without song
Heaven forbid each day I live begin with such a slow rise
Heaven’s watching over me
As I spread peanut butter on whole wheat
I’m going down to the river
I began my evening drinking from glass-lined tanks
I ended my evening aimlessly
Heaven forbid each day I live drift into a foul swamp
Heaven’s watching over me
As I fuck around in the water
It’s like small town gossip
With a northern attitude
It’s like a downtown grievance
Behind your back and none of it’s true
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9. |
Naming My Boat
02:59
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When the robes of the clergy are at the cleaners
I'll be one of the wild ones
Bug parts strewn across my hand
Arm pits dripping from wretched glands
And naming my boat something nasty
I saw a branch becoming driftwood
And I thought it was a water snake
Everything I need will come to me
With my throttle idle
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