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sagitarius
04:10
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in the middle of the night
when my purple planet shines
i don't think I'll need a brighter sign
there's an archer in the sky
and my stars are all aligned
and i am just an arrow flying blind
i ain't targeting tomorrow
i'm just shooting from the hip
tryna have a good time
and hoping something sticks
maybe i'm a fool
maybe it's my fate
but sagitarius will shoot me straight
now baby when i'm faithful
don't tighten up the reins
i am not a horse that you can tame
if i burn you in the saddle
well i am not to blame
i am just the smoke and not the flame
i ain't targeting tomorrow
i'm just shooting from the hip
tryna have a good time
and hoping something sticks
maybe i'm a fool
maybe it's my fate
but sagitarius will shoot me straight
well i hope that i'll be ready
when the moment comes around
saying sagitarius don't let me down....
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2. |
what nerve
05:27
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well i was at the bottom of a butt of a joke
i tried to pick myself up but my bootstraps broke
i mean come on, it's like i can't catch a break
so i called up to the top and asked em through me a rope
they tossed me down a noose and told me fucking choke
i mean come on, it's more than i can take
and they say what nerve, you get what you deserve
they say what nerve, you get what you deserve
and if you try to ask for more from the ones you serve
they say now get back to the bottom boy, don't be so absurd
well i didn't get much from my public education
but i sure as hell learned to not trust administrations
my elders, they don't respect the youth
yeah they fill you with their lines and their rules and limitations
and then they wonder why i'm so full of frustrations
i mean come on, it's like they haven't a clue
and they say what nerve, you get what you deserve
they say what nerve, you get what you deserve
and if you try to ask for more from the ones you serve
they say now get back to the bottom boy, don't be so absurd
just because you got money doesn't mean you got class
i'd be minding my shit if folks were kissing my ass
i mean come on, how bout some dignity
yeah you can have your little laugh and you can call me white trash
but at least i ain't my daddy's little trust fund brat
i mean come on, i thought nothing was free
and they say what nerve, you get what you deserve
they say what nerve, you get what you deserve
and if you try to ask for more from the ones you serve
they say now get back to the bottom boy, don't be so absurd
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3. |
...the human animal
07:28
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ooooooooooooooooo
wandering around upon all fours
just like a stray dog at the door
pledging your loyalty to all
who'll give you scraps of alcohol
sleeping on every welcome mat
wearing them dangerously thin
wimpering for pitty paying fools
to take you in
oooooooooooooooooo
born of a foolish girl's mistake
wombed in her wedding dress of pink
a bitter heirloom from a man
a stain on her heart a blot of ink
was it the whiskey that you felt
tickling your nose hairs as a child
wafting from your father's lips
that drove you wild
oooooooooooooooooooo
or was it up upon the shelf
where your mother put you away
behind the books and picture frames
where you watched her brand new family
her husband that you never called dad
their beautiful kids with more love than you had
was it from here you heard the howl
that drove you mad
oooooooooooooooooooooo
if i could only be so tragic
would i be as cool as you
if my life were more dramatic
could i learn to feel the blues
but when you're suffering is static
and you ain't learned nothing new
is there really any magic
to the sorry things you do
ooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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4. |
american whiskey
06:08
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this here american whiskey
keeps me company
it's full of spirit
fulfilling me
i've got a new girl
keeps me company
her name is brandy
filling all of me
my glass is half empty
it always is
pour me another drink now
give me a whiskey kisss
but why do you drink
so god damn much
all i can tell you
is pour me another shot
this here american whiskey
keeps me company
it's full of spirit
fulfilling all of me
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5. |
only ever you
05:51
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i've been watching all the doorways
hoping i might see you when
you walk into the bar
would you be glad to see me then?
well i've been away for so many years
i was hoping i might find you here
in this old familiar place
where all the christians drink their beer
well it's good to be home
but i wish you were here
you don't miss me
that much is clear
well i hope you know
it was always you my dear
well i hear you have a daughter
and even though i'm not her father
i think i could adopt her
if you let me bridge the water
i still have all your letters
in an old shoebox beneath my bed
and i still remember
every word that they read
of all the women
that i've been through
to whom i wasn't true
know that darling
it was only ever you
well i ran into some high school friends
they bought my drinks and in the end
we were drunk on nostalgia
from which i would descend
and i stayed around till midnight
but you were nowhere there in sight
i was slipping off a bar stool
i was looking for a fight
but somebody led me out to the door
they said i didn't need to drink anymore
as i was calling out your name
i was screaming god damnit you whore
why don't you love me anymore
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6. |
falling star
04:14
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give me back my keys
i don't wanna have to tell you please
i'll kick your ass after i count to three
if you don't give me back my keys
cause i can drive my car
i don't really have to go that far
i'm just following a falling star
and now i can drive my car
and i can stay awake
i don't even got the shakes
my mind is wired and my head is baked
oh but i can stay awake
and i can drive my car
i don't really have to go that far
i'm just following a falling star
and now i can drive my car
and i ain't gonna try and hurt no one
don't you worry bout me
hey bartender one more for the road
make it a double please
and i can drive my car
i don't really have to go that far
i'm just following a falling star
and now i can drive my car
and i can walk that line
my hands are steady and my breath smells fine
even though i've been drinking from the vine
well now i can walk that line
(what's that officer?
you want me to blow in that little tube
oh shit....)
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7. |
never be lonely
04:52
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charles bukowski's got nothing on me
if water were whiskey i'd drink up the sea
and like vincent vangogh if his ear were his heart
i had a true love but i tore it apart
and i dropped out of college so let's celebrate
we'll find us a party, we'll crash through the gate
tonight i will drink till i've drowned my regret
what i don't remember, you won't forget
so roll out the barrel
strike up a radio carol
as long as there's grain in the bottle my friend
we'll never be lonely again, oh no
we'll never be lonely again
but that's when i saw her across from the room
she was sitting on an empty beer keg
a bottom shelf beauty with plastic capped lips
wearing nothing but a brown paper bag
she was the life of the party, she floated around
giving out kisses while held upside down
when no one was looking i stole her away
i pulled down her dress and she told me her name
then we ran out the back door and into the night
we rolled in the snow, we slipped on the ice
but i wasn't cold cause she numbed me inside
holding me close with her lips pressed to mine
roll out the barrel
strike up a radio carol
as long as there's grain in the bottle my friend
we'll never be lonely again, oh no
we'll never be lonely again
but i woke up next morning to fluorescent lights
and four concrete walls painted white
oh my darling, my only,
now where could you be?
for i
i'm still
empty
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8. |
licking at the wound
05:01
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the gate ain't latched
the leash ain't tied
no one's gonna stop you
if you tried
to run as far away from here
till you find the last frontier
but you keep hanging round the yard
like you're accustomed to the fence
and though the wild calls you on the wind
you ain't picking up the scent
cause you've been tethered to the porch so long
you've forgotten how to hunt
you've been kicked around and beaten down
till you're too afraid to run
you should be out there chasing rabbits
and barking at the moon
because a broken spirit can't be soothed
by licking at the wound
the paint is wet, the canvas stretched
but you ain't moving nothing yet
what happened to the artist?
did the vision they forget?
did you bury all your dreams
when they locked you in the pen?
put your nose to the ground
and track them down
and dig them up again
yeah you've been tethered to the porch so long
you've forgotten how to hunt
you've been kicked around and beaten down
till you're too afraid to run
you should be out there chasing rabbits
and barking at the moon
because a broken spirit can't be soothed
by licking at the wound
cause a broken spirit can't be soothed
by licking at the wound
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9. |
famous when i die
07:54
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well i went downtown to apply for a job
at the local herald
i thought it'd be nice getting paid
doing something that i cared for
they asked about my education
and my experience
i said ain't got no accredidation
but i got some common sense
no i didn't go to college
i ain't got me no degree
i learned everything i know
at the penitentiary
i ain't got no portfolio
i've never been a journalist
but i can write bout anything
and when i piss i never miss
don't you know, i'm a poet?
but nobody seems to know it
why should it be up to me to show it?
i just hope
i'll be famous when i die
oh no
cause i don't really feel like trying
while i'm alive
they took me on as a freelance writer
twenty dollars for a story
so i went back home
and i typed one up in a hurry
i wrote about coruption
within the local cops
that they were padding their pockets
with unsanctioned traffic stops
they didn't publish my story
they said i didn't have any proof
but why must i give evidence
when i'm speaking the truth?
i bet the editors a lesbian
she didn't seem to like me
maybe she's in bed at night
with the chief of the police
don't you know, i'm a poet?
but nobody seems to know it
why should it be up to me to show it?
i just hope
i'll be famous when i die....
oh no....
cause i don't really feel like trying
while i'm alive
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10. |
thinner in the paint
08:19
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well goodbye late night
one night standers
i found me a good christian girl
shes got blonde hair, blue eyes,
and steepled standards
and i think i could settle down with her
but mary, oh mary,
your son don't shine on me
i've beeen hiding out in the shade
but maybe, just maybe
i'll let your candle lead
if your light is gonna get me laid
so let this sinner have a saint
put some thinner in her paint
and strip away the white wash
sealed upon her gate
i'll let her shoot me straight
i'll stop staying out so late
but she don't wanna mess around
and i don't wanna wait
but mary, oh mary,
your son don't shine on me
i followed zacheus up a tree
your saints and your clergy
came lecturing me
saying boy let our poor sister be
we've seen through your wiles
and we've seen through your lies
you no good serpent on the sly
that girl knows better
than to talk to snakes
you'd be wasting your time if you tried
oh but you see i'm a desperate guy
so let this sinner have a saint
put some thinner in her paint
and strip away the white wash
sealed upon her gate
i'll let her shoot me straight
i'll stop staying out so late
but she don't wanna mess around
and i don't wanna wait
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11. |
second chance
04:37
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it's a brand new day
but it's safe to say
that things won't change
i'm going back to my old ways
i had a running start
but i won't go too far
cause if you try too hard
you might get a broken heart
i've been waiting so patiently
for nothing to come
setting fire to all around me
so i won't have no where to run
i had a lucky streak
got me on my feet
but the peace won't keep
all the wolves are just asleep
some say i'm cursed
with a mighty thirst
but it heals the hurts
from the shackles of the earth
i've been looking for a second chance
to help me clear my name
but i keep giving in to circumstances
i can't seem to change
i put the bottle down
i found an old stray hound
he lets me hang around
and we ain't ever going back to the pound
no we ain't ever going back to the pound
we ain't ever going back to the pound
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-k Hurdland, Missouri
i sing songs that pop in my head.
I record them so i can forget them.
Here they are.
Enjoy.
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