1. |
great unwashed
03:32
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this is for the great unwashed
this is the arms curled around of the corpse
of a dead wasp
this is for my daddy’s truck
this is all the holy boards of the porch where the leaves get stuck
this is for my favorite band
this is everytime the popcorn ceiling
meets an end in the ceiling fan
this is pulling out all the stops
we’re gonna shake the building
this is for the full buck moon
this is all the kids who can’t find themselves in their saturday cartoons
this is for the stirring pot
this is everyone that doesn’t melt politely away
between the hard place and the cops
this is for the great unwashed
we’re gonna shake the building
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2. |
cedar rapids
05:00
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It's a cold Cedar Rapids day
Trudging your bike through the snow
No one could take that away
No one could tell you know
Walking to Kelsenberg's house
Play catch for an hour or two
Till mother is calling you home
And dad says that he's proud of you
Your hands buried in your gloves
While you’re sneaking another smoke
Your parents asleep in the room above
while you sing songs that you wish you wrote
Now your brothers are calling you gay
Cus your hair's hanging to your collar
You tell them, "I got her number today"
But god knows you're too scared tocall her
The things you never said
Forever bouncing around in your head
You're skin and bones
That is
Nobody's fault but
Your own
You found out the hardest way
You can't be anything you wanna be
Cutting your hair and spending your days
Stimulating the economy
Its a cold Cedar Rapids day
you’re trying to find somewhere to go
Or something to take this away
when the whole world is shouting no
You're on the wrong side of it all
And you can't figure out where everything went
Your youth and your happiness
Lay somewhere with letters
You never sent
Your loneliness came attached
With a difficult body and soul
All the people who tried to love you
What do they know about rock and roll?
The things you never said
Forever bouncing around in your head
You're skin and bones
That is nobody's fault but your own
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3. |
older
03:43
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4. |
jessie
03:03
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jessie lived in the water tower
keeping unflinching eyes on a town of cowards
let’s go where the bodies crawl
jessie’s something to see
you’re some kinda friend man
the kind of friend i could never be
jessie died a monster hunter
making her way through every last boy of summer
let’s go where the bodies crawl
jessie’s something to see
you’re some kinda friend man
the kind of friend i could never be
it’s jessie’s water
best to swallow every drop
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5. |
marigold
07:09
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relapse affection you thought you’d have time to let go
swallow the sobriquet—
innocence, experience for what?
what’s left?
eat up affections swallow the sobriquet
what’s left?
not the lamb
and not the tiger
something eager, spinning like a top
what’s left?
the deepest end
the diving board
the bedroom full of things we forgot
what’s left?
no rest in dirt,
but down you go
and oh!
the difference to me
1.
you weren’t
waiting
for us
this time
rosebuds
chasing
after
4am’s too quiet
2.
“the more the merrier”,
no invite to the burial
if you found peace somewhere
send us up a marigold
“the more the merrier”,
no invite to the burial
if you found peace down there
send us up a miracle
3.
where is it you go that i can’t follow?
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