1. |
You'll Never Know Why
02:52
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you live on the line
of being born to live
being born to die
and what happens
just happens all the time
and you'll never know why
until the day you die
and on that day
there'll be no you around
to see what you'd found
on the day you die
you'll know for sure
you'll never know why
you'd lived and died
you'll never know why
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2. |
Prepare to Die
01:53
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there ain't no blood to drip
on the tablecloth
cause times just not
what you had thought now
suffering means nothing
only love will prepare to die
we built up our lives
for so long now when can we start
to sit back and watch them fall apart now
there's nothing left to do but prepare to die
there's nothing left to lose but the feeling of feeling alive
I know your love is true
or an extremely persuasive lie
(suffering means nothing
only love will prepare to die)
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3. |
The Meaning of Life
00:55
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I was a fool
I still am
but I once was too
thought I knew
the meaning of life
but the meaning of life
just don't hold true
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4. |
Your Pussy
02:33
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there is nothing
more beautiful
in this world
nothing
as lovely
as soft
as gorgeous
as your untamed flower
I could pluck your petals for hours
I could lick my own blood off your thorns
I am dirt, owner
nothing
in the world
as lovely
as moving
as mysterious
as your pussy
your pussy
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5. |
Interesting Blues
02:41
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I drank my weight in whiskey
partook in many drugs
I gambled all my money
I gambled with my love
I wanted to be funny
and to be serious
I wanted to sing sing sing
I wanted to be interesting
I got into traveling
rode the silk road on a camel
was a lumberjack in the Adirondacks
all I wore was flannel
was a tin pan alley singer
even though my ear was tin
I lost so peopled be surprised when I'd win
in my quest to be interesting
I loved to tell made up stories
back in the days when my real life was boring
but now I'm so goddam interesting
wrote volumes of poetry all destroyed in a fire
killed a man in fort worth, tx
directed a harlem children's choir
I lost my mind in the desert
met the inventor of wind
and goddam did I sing
in my quest to be interesting
I did all this and more in my quest to be interesting
I did it I cheated everyone I've ever known
I lied and I stole made my fair share of broken homes
I testified in court against Timothy Leary
I'm interesting I'm interesting I'm interesting I'm interesting
and lonely
My quest to be interesting
made me wish I was never interesting
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6. |
Pain is Poetic
01:59
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I used to cry tears that could drown a bathtub
I wore makeup, watched it run long distance
I did reserve my third eye for tears of joy
and I still do
but my pain is not poetic anymore
I used to hold my clit as tight as a vise
not once did I joyously writhe
life was demeaning sex in retrospect
they used me like a napkin
floating above my body
and boy did I let it happen
and boy do I drink black coffee
and I'm still the same but now my pain just ain't poetic as it were
woah woah
my pain is not poetic anymore
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7. |
Better Than God
03:34
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we gotta be better than god
he sings his song
not every line is worth our time
we gotta be better than god
his lines never resolve
yet they're still somehow cliche
they go somewhere, who really cares?
we gotta be better than god
gods always writing drunk
he never edits sober
it's our belief this broken melody
deserves some closure
destruction is our song
that's just what we do
life is like playing jazz
it's the notes you don't choose
if it were up to god
he'd play every single note
at once and say with psychotic smile
isn't this beautiful?
we gotta be better than god
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8. |
Morning Sun
02:20
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I can't breathe deep enough to sleep
but it's alright hon
I can see the morning sun
I wanna be a pigeon flying
don't wanna be a kitten's scratching post
I see the morning sun igniting
sometimes the horizon seems so close
I can't sleep deep enough to breathe
but it's alright in my dreams
I can see the morning sun
everyone's doing as they should
doing what they think is good
in the woods
they're praying for the death bringer
the life taker
he's a mover and shaker
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9. |
Jesus
01:28
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I wanna have sex with Jesus Christ
he's the kind of guy I'd like
he's a mommas boy with a distant dad
long auburn hair and robes of white
at dinner I ordered water
cause I'm an alcoholic
but i somehow got drunker and drunker
and Jesus he just got hotter
he used to be married to Magdalene
but thats over shes back at the brothel
so we went on down to the white light district
and ordered Magdalene and a bottle
they say he came back in three days
but he came on my back in three minutes
and you know they say sodomy is a mortal sin
but he says he knows a guy who'll forgive him
I love you Jesus
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10. |
Turn Off the Lights
02:28
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you can take my life
I wouldn't mind
it's my time
I was such a fool
so often cruel
a cliched line
in an old country song
how i did you wrong
won't the honky tonk angels take me away
turn off the lights and walk away
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11. |
The Stars are a Mess
02:20
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the stars are a mess
no patterns to see
save for when I trace a line
they're staring back at me
and I'm alive
almost free
there's so much empty space
right behind the light
I watch the raging flame
dissolve into the night
it's so hard to explain
what is and isn't there
is always in a fight
the stars are a mess
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12. |
Brown Recluse
01:51
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when you asked me to spank you so hard
that it left a bruise
I felt like a big cowboy boot
stomping out a brown recluse
i met you in line at the salad bar
of the kentucky derby
you spilled honey mustard and licked it off my belt
and I poured a gallon of ranch
on your blouse
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13. |
Bill Murray Story
03:44
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14. |
Darkness Doubles Down
02:16
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that which did not kill me only made me weaker
only made me sleepier
made the pain much deeper
I don’t
I don’t know why I can’t cry
my tears have dried up
it’s easy to get enlightened
in a temple on the mountain
safe and sound a private fountain
no stones thrown to ripple your placid water
me I’m in the thick of it
where peace is hard to harness
the stench of rotting carcass
I just wanna leave my darkness behind
when I get to the other side
me I’ve got local meaning
and I’ve got household gods
I don’t need absolute truths
to tell me to water my plants
to slaughter my hogs
me I’ve got local meaning
and I hate absolute truths
and I love people who do
and I hate peoples who don’t
and I got a chance of being a ghost
and I don’t got a ghost of a chance
of noticing physics and seeing romance
of hearing your theory and wanting to dance
of feeling a feeling and not feeling it
of using emotions just like a yard stick to prove
I’m still alive and I got the blues
and that which did not kill me only made me weaker
only made me sleepier
made the pain much deeper
now it seems when I come around
the darkness doubles down
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15. |
Gaze (Oh My Angel)
02:46
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16. |
Owner Sounds
01:00
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jager bombs and ketamine
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17. |
You Drink
04:40
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you drink until you feel something
but it don’t feel good
so u drink until you feel nothing
but you can’t sit still
so you drink yourself into oblivion
but you can’t be killed
so you drink until you love yourself
not anyone else
so you drink into the dark night
and you hop a train
and you drink until you can’t tell the difference between your tears and the rain
you drink yourself to sleep
but your tell tale heart is too loud
so you drink until you’ve drowned
out the sound
and you drink until you’re too unsteady to pour
and you drink some more
and you drink until your lying on the floor
and you can’t ignore
so you think but it don’t do no good
and you don’t let up
and you can’t find a reason not to drink until someone takes their love puts it in your cup
so you attend your meetings and you do the work
you look above and move on up
so you spend a few years and she drinks the beer
and it’s a real real love
you smile at your lover and you treat her so well
but your breath is blood
you end up in the hospice and you’re so touched by this girls softness as she stands above
and looks with love
and starts to cry
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