1. |
Artie and the Mountain
03:02
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Evil empire of the snow
Stole your blankets ‘cuz I’m cold
Filled with magic, sky’ll burst
As my fingers turn to dirt
Mother warned me when she could
Felt her whispers in these woods
And in darkness, grope for eyes
In the papers: “Artie Lies”
Call me Art
If you find me
Reached the top
Now unwinding
Saw a pilgrim on the road
Greasy tendrils grippin’ rope
Still, I shouted for his help
But he got buried, he said no
There’s no sparrow layin’ eggs
There’s no demons here to blame
Only Artie, tried and true
Never listened, nor should you
Call me Art
If you find me
Reached the top
Now unwinding
And I filled all the pages
And all the white spaces with hope
But the writing gets cold
And the snow packs your soul in your throat
Thanks a lot
Evil empire of the snow
Stole your blankets ‘cuz I’m cold
Filled with magic, the sky’ll burst
As my fingers turn to dirt
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2. |
Oaf
04:15
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I sold, sold out
Took money over doubt
Too late, decayed
I lost my pretty mouth
I bought a house
In Cuba- sniffin’ hounds
Around my garden
With diggin’, losin’ ground
Just wanted time to waste
Start building marble days
Cold coffee, nothing grew
O, terror of too few
What’s new, how’s school?
How’s fighting with no rules?
You’re in our prayers
Yeah, you’re our Sunday blues
I sailed this lake
Until my ship could skate
Across the water
Unseasonable May
Just wanted time to waste
Start building marble days
Cold coffee, nothing new
O, terror of too few
A scar or two
Old ashes in my room
I sold, sold out
Took money over doubt
Ba ba, Ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba Ba, Ba Ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, Ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba Ba, Ba Ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba
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3. |
Heater
03:33
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Grime,
Oh what I’ve been
In a word
Short
And to the point
Like you
Patience,
We’re all tied down,
Impatient,
And upside down
If there’s a good time it’s over
I’ve always been late rising
And fooled
Keeping warm on holiday
We turned the heat up
And rolled the windows down
As a laugh betray your mouth
We stayed close ‘till Christmas Day
You didn’t sleep well
But I did on the couch,
As I do in my hometown
A lie
To burn pants through
In a way
An I-
rish sun to salue,
Is that true?
Patience,
Your friend’s awake
Vacation?
A fucking break
If there’s a good time it’s over
I’ve always been late rising
And fooled
Keeping warm on holiday
We turned the heat up
And rolled the windows down
As a laugh betray your mouth
We stayed close ‘till Christmas Day
You didn’t sleep well
But I did on the couch,
As I do in my hometown
Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Whoa-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
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4. |
Wet Dog
03:10
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Never been one to complain
She tried looking down at the puddles growing
“Are you sure that this is safe?”
“Well, I just wanted to drive this year.”
But she stayed fastened to the car door
We’re splitting grins and wounded limbs and a passport
I know it’s not too tough now
But in time I’m sure I’ll burn out
Roll shoestring dreams in your mouth
And sleep them off
Never been one to complain
She tried looking down at the puddles growing
“Don’t you know you sound insane?”
But I just laughed at the thought
That the car wouldn’t start
‘Till it did
I know it’s not too tough now
But in time I’m sure I’ll burn out
Roll shoestring dreams in your mouth
And sleep them off
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5. |
No TV for B
02:58
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Clawing at the front door
A new life around the corner
Tired of the birds’ songs
Nothing moves in slumber
Curled in a wreath of eager feet
Passing by unnoticed
The TV’s on but no one’s watching
Her diamond eyes won’t be wasted
Always lies waiting
No scratch ever at his door
He knows that she’s downstairs
Pulling strings ‘till they unravel
Their TV’s on but he’s not watching
All of his lives can’t be wasted
Separate in slumber
Their dreams are home with one another
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