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The New South Expedition
04:24
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Through the columns made of mannequins
I return home again, fresh as daisies
Beaming broadly
I opened one eye and suddenly they
Act like it's just been a day, good to be
Home with the family
This is the New, the New South
They tell me
Arms in arms and in harms path
Feel my apropos wrath in telling off
Pat Raskolnikov
Strapped to a passenger seat
Cold enough to chill meat, oh the
AC is off
This is the New, the New South
They tell me
This isn't home, this is suicide.
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In Your Voice
04:26
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When the heroes come back
From their lock-in overseas
I read the pages you scattered
In the trees
Full of songs, sweet and sincere
From orange juice to ginger beer
I read your words in your voice
And I get it
When the rain postpones the show
And all the fans run back home
I hang my coat and plug in
And I know I'm not alone
Could be sever, could be twenty-eight
No matter how many, they're all great
I read your words in your voice and I get it
When the fires get too large
For the team to fight off
I start to laugh and cheer
I start to cry and cough
They can never convict me
Because they'll never find me
I read your words in your voice and I get it.
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Listening For Lisps
05:15
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Vandalized slide in the empty old park
Hide out in plastic tunnels after dark
Listening for lisps and pressing 'record'
What good is a Casio when you're bored?
Drive in theatre driven away
This is my extracurricular
Cops downtown ten miles away
This is my extracurricular
John promised cash on arrival
Notepads and noise-proofed for our survival
On point on time on my lap
Forcing to settle for a long winter's nap
Hyacinth Higherground and Richard Reluctant
Hogtie and slander hard work as repugnant
Jesse brains them both and we shut down production.
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4. |
Milo Amor
04:10
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Milo, they sent you home today
Suit and cuffs and everything
They drained your blood and flushed it away
Got a recording of when you started to sing
Celebrities get the nicest funerals
A shame we'll have to pull some strings for yours
Shouldn't have been filming films overseas
Shouldn't be singing to civilians on tours
They found you hung, lemon wedges at your feet
I found you young, soft shoeing on the streets
Milo amor
Milo au revoir.
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5. |
Cavalier
04:08
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You need planes if you want inspiration
You need trains if you hate transportation
I want the lowlands
I want the jazzhands
I crave attention
And I just want to drive alone
With the windows down, blasting Califone
But I can't have that anymore
You need Edison Museums for rainy days
You need snow for sleds from cafeteria trays
I want the Haw
I want the full extent of the law
I crave my old ways
And I just want to drive alone
With the windows down, blasting Califone
But I can't have that anymore.
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Country Air
03:59
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When I was younger I put the backseat down
Half asleep and halfway out of town
I time the sunrise, Danny bleeds my ear
I'll write nothing for a year
No breakfast, no energy
High readings of spite
Vacation, skiing, childhood memories done right
I coughed from the country air and buried myself in the snow
Waited for the police to let anybody know
Hung myself with a bungee cord to make it snap hard
Autopsy, photoshop, Christmas card
This is my nostalgia, these are positive changes
This is my nostalgia
I was silver, I was gold, I was lit up like Salem Street
Had an hour and a shower and a man to meet
Took my knife and a twenty for protection and take-out
We can blast UMO while they watch us make out
Wouldn't it be nice if we could live together?
Wouldn't it be loose without the tether?
I was happier
I could still be.
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Bethesda Theme no. 3
03:53
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I keep missing you when you sleep.
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8. |
Last Night Home
07:54
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Battering rams ram through the door
I don't live here anymore
Pour my cider down the sink
So there's not a drop for them to drink
It's my last night home and I don't trust them
The way the blood orange sinks into my hair
Holes in the waist of my underwear
Bigamy, bigamy built this ballroom
I tore it down, gave me Mr. Tall and Gloomy
It's my last night home and I want some peace.
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I draw ghosts because they're easy
Small goals I can accomplish today
Pipes pump out more than they bring
All that fake laughing for nothing
Do you remember New Years on Walker
Do you remember the duct taped guitars
I do
Night strangles my time to death
Amber cider robs my last breath
I remember coughing, you said I was singing
All that fake laughing for nothing
Do you remember stress attacks in public
Do you remember screaming at the public
I do
Even though you save me today
I have to be the one to shovel the way
My broken leg, your shy wing
All that fake laughing for nothing
Do you remember feeling at home
Do you remember feeling alone
I don't.
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al Riggs Durham, North Carolina
Sad Songs For, About, And Written By Birds
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