1. |
Grand Opening
01:48
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2. |
Even When You're Near Me
02:52
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You say this town ain't big enough for you
You grab your coat and you grab your steel toe shoes
You pull me close and pull me in,
Say āIāve got nothinā to loseā
And the barking hounds
The only thing i hear when the sun goes
Down
I like your fire
Is a burning bridge, your burning desire
Say youāve gotten weary
I can feel you leavinā even when youāre near me
We are young and you are brave and strong
You say this town canāt be where you belong
And when the day has gotten long
I hear that concertina song
Run through my ears
Youāre the last thing Iāve got left āround
Here
I like your fire
Is a burning bridge, your burning desire
Say youāve gotten weary
I can feel you leavinā even when youāre near me
Open the window, close the window, close the window, open the window
Close the window, open the window, open the window, close the window to my heart
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3. |
Bug's Waltz
05:14
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You say my name
I watch your wispy frame
Weaken my little legs
I crawl up your sleeves
I am a mess
Holding your smith and wess
Lamplight your silhouette
I watch you sleep
Call me love
Call me bug
Call me pretty
Call me soon
I stay at home
You walk your dusty road
Sweet like a summer rose
The scent of your sheets
Hang it all out to dry
Hang me out on the line
Press me in linen whites
Press into me
Call me love
Call me bug
Call me pretty
Call me soon
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4. |
Hey, Virginia Slim!
02:04
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Hey Virginia Slim!
When ya gonna stop shakin'?
Hit the liquor store walkin' home and you'll be feelin' better
Feelin' better
I was down in the kitchen-room
Pushin' an old dusty broom
Three dollars and some lousy food
Just a few more weeks 'till I can quit
And go on a bender
Hey Virginia Slim!
(Hey man.)
When ya gonna stop bummin'?
(Do you mind if I bum a cigarette?)
Get over that three-day-hum
And you'll be feelin' better
(Thanks.)
Feelin' better
Made it home as the sun was goin' down
Bug was already in her nightgown
Nothin' important happens 'round this town
But, uh, wait
Now what in tarnation?
Just then Virginia Slim notices he has a letter from back home! Opening it, he squints to read the text, notifying him of Jason's death.
(Hey Virginia Slim, start driving, start driving)
Hey now, Virginia Slim
Put on your boots and start driving
You've got some bad news from way back home
And it's a bummer
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5. |
That Time Jason Died
07:26
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Iām your fever
Your drunken navigator ran aground
Heavy sleeper
Ignorant and clumsy while you drowned
Iām your beacon
Your lady in stripes, tightly wrapped
Who buried secrets
Somewhere between Ocracoke and Bath
Now is the time Admetus finds his bed is filled with coiled snakes
Frothing blue with
Chemicals constricting at the waist
That nearly swallowed
Twenty six years into its gape
But by a whisker
Her tiny hands pounding on your chest
You made it out with
Three broken ribs and a hospital bill
Now is the time the spider climbs in close enough to count your teeth
Slowly time stops ticking loses meaning miss a step
Slowly I start crawling hands and knees take my last breath
Where are all the blinding lights and smoke rings from the crowd,
where is all the drinking and applause?
Where are the red curtains hanging high above the stage,
where is all the dancing and the noise?
Gone.
They're all gone.
The spring that gave you fruit has passed, it's rotten to the core
and frost has left your arms without a leaf.
A gust of wind, a violent blast, has shook you from the roots.
Where are your old friends, the drinks, the warmth?
Gone.
They're all gone.
She sells light for you
If there's hope for you
Now youāre cracking
With consequences eating you alive
Hang it up, jack, youāve climbed a mountain
Walk down the other side
To hollow out the middle and pave a highway in your sweat
Start on all those things you said youād never do
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6. |
Mayson Dixon
03:28
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I lost the feeling
It all just slipped away
Climbed out the window
While I was sleeping
My love was fleeting
Into the passing days
Honking cars, sprawling city lights
In the morning I couldn't remember your name
The world we build inside our heads
Was only a manifestation
Of my mother's drunk and nasty words
And your daddy's angry violent ways
Stood like a scarecrow
Under the foglight
Wrapped up in blankets
Soothed by the autumn's hazy rain
The world I built inside my head
Doesn't exist outside of mine
And if we never speak again
I promise to move as far away as I can
I was neither
Friend or lover
I was neither
Sister, brother
I was neither
Father, mother
I was neither
A refugee or a ticket out of town
Forget the feeling
Leave it in a hot parked car
Just like the ring I stole you
Has time left your memories of me laying in the ashtray?
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7. |
Fountain
03:35
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8. |
Mr. Hands
02:46
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9. |
All Shaking
02:33
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Shadows grip
Sleep less
Time like a thousand summers
Weak and lovely
her whisper says milk and honey
all tweaking
I love you
But repulsive beauty produces no gift
Gorgeous and white as winter
to worship and rip through
fast water
swim after a rock above
still shaking
I had a drink
Or two at best
Getting awful tired of summer
The day is bleak, Iām hungry.
she says my voice is sounding funny.
whatever
Itās music
if this life produces no gift
gorgeous and white as winter
Iāll worship and rip through
this ungodly current
Grab hold of that rock above
Still shaking
all shaking
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10. |
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Buster, you are no fool
But this fever is making you drool
You let a vagrant sleep in clean sheets
Stain your pillow with his bleeding teeth
Now
The coyoteās laughing
Coughing and hacking
Under a big violent moon
That beams X-ray radiation
Young German technician
Inspecting every bone
Brother, whyād you keep him around?
Better to let shipwrecked sailors drown
Soon all the strays will come eat their fill
When the devil has stopped paying your bills
Now
The moon is a lightbulb
Under an awning
Strobing along to your pulse
In love like nuclear fusion
A young neurosurgeon
peeling each layer of gauze
U-haul, cubicle
Deep hole, pentacle
Loom
Crowned in honeysuckle
In absent moon blackness
Moth in a motel lampshade
I lay on the hood of a car with
A hand over my mouth is your tongue between my bleeding teeth.
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11. |
Cowboy Themed Saloon
04:16
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ME
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Monastery Rec. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
dedicated to bringing you various forms of odd & mysterious indie electronic music from darker hidden corners.
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