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Your Team
03:43
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This is an intervention:
The ether will wear off and the duct tape will come off
When it's your turn to talk
Yes, it's dark
You may not even be safe here
I don't know
It ain't my world
But, of this, you can be sure
We're in a pasture in the middle of nowhere
And will be until you're cured
You've got a problem, and it's been weighing heavy on me
You won't listen to reason
And you're too bright for history
So, I'm speaking to you as a friend
Your team sucks and they're never gonna win
Here 'til you get it through your head
Your team sucks and they're never gonna win
You're thinking you'll have me fired
You might even be planning on pressing charges
Well, you can forget all that right now
It's not just me
Turn on your headlights, boys
Hop out and gather around
We're all here and now is the time
Tell your bossman what's on your mind
We are tired of your abuse
We've tried it nice, but it ain't no use
We don't care about your loveable losers
Enough about your loveable losers
Forget about your loveable losers
Let it go
We're speaking to you as a friend
Your team sucks and they're never gonna win
Here 'til you get it through your head
Your team sucks and they're never gonna win
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2. |
Frank
03:16
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Frankie's still alive out at his dad's old place
But, Frankie scratched out of the human race a very long time ago
He prefers to be left alone and coldly forgotten
But, I stop in every now and again
Mostly to spite him
The way he stopped me in his driveway was typically cinematic
And fully semi-automatic
“Why you gotta point that thing at me, Frank?”
He said, “Please step out of the vehicle, son, and follow me loud and clear”
I watched him light his water on fire
He said, “The end of days are here! The end of days are here!
I know y'all got your minds made up about me.
You all think I'm crazy
My driveway don't go all the way to the street.
But, now you've seen it with your own two eyes.
And now you've seen it, I'd say you have to believe it.
I'd say you'd have to believe it!
Now don't go telling all them assheads uptown.
I don't need 'em coming around – all those vermin with their diseases.
You tell 'em Frank ain't smoking in the shower anymore.
No, Frankie ain't smoking in the shower anymore.
It ain't because he won't
It's because he can't
It's cuz if he did, ol' Frankie would explode.”
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3. |
Gas Cap Rag
02:20
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4. |
Road Beer
03:09
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We've been driving all goddamn day
To visit your mama and dad
I have absolutely nothing worthwhile to say to anyone after the trip we've had
Overheated in Grand Island, and again in Omaha
No A/C and no radio
I was thinking we should've just stayed home
About a thousand miles ago
I need a road beer
I need a change of thinking up in here
What I need is something ice cold to appear
Bottoms up let's hammer down some road beer
I am a dreamer, and I am a doer
And when times get tough, I ain't afraid to step up and take the lead
I ain't afraid to set aside my selfish and worldly ways
If it indeed means what's best for the team
So we're gonna stop in at Spirit World
As soon as we get off this interstate highway
Grab a twelver of whatever they've got
Take a load off
and do the rest the long way
With some road beer
I need a change of thinking up in here
What I need is something ice cold to appear
Bottoms up let's hammer down some road beer
Don't knock it til you've tried it
And you ain't tryin' nothing til you knock it off
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Like a god from the machine
Stories get desperate and I descend
To change the course of things
When I do what I do
and do what I do on demand
I channel the ghost of Patton
Drawing lines in the sand
With my miscellaneous skills, qualifications, and awards
I war for pastures new
Like Ol’ Blood & Guts before me
I wake like the rest of you all
But when I reach up, I touch the sun
As the shape of karaoke to come
Never smart enough to be special
Or slow enough to be special
So I specialized in the in-between
Which stage I will grace tonight
Well, that is yet to be seen
Just give me red carpet to walk down
and a velvet rope to step around
With my miscellaneous skills, qualifications, and awards
I war for pastures new
Like Ol’ Blood & Guts before me
I will sleep after I die
Never to be outdone
As the shape of karaoke to come
Like a god from the machine
Stories get desperate and I descend
To change the course of things
When I do what I do
and do what I do on demand
I am every arm of Vishnu
Drawing lines in the sand
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6. |
Moving to the Country
04:10
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So, you're moving to the country
Gonna become someone else
Moving to the country
Gonna become someone else
I say, in the interest of full disclosure
You oughtta keep that to yourself
If you're moving to the country
You had better change your story
On your way to the country
You'd better change your story
Cuz no train you've been on up 'til now
Has been bound for glory
If you're moving to the country
You had better keep 'er down low
Cuz those who you'll find there already know
If you're movin to the country
You better learn some Holy Verse
Books on tape, brother
Memorize some Holy Verse
Cuz those who you're gonna meet there
Will pay no mind to yours
So, you're movin to the country
Oh, that romance is strong
You've read some classics
That romance is strong
But you're gonna have to get real
Or you ain't gonna last too long
If you're moving to the country
To make some dreams come true
That's news for you and only you
Don't say too much
Or spend too much
Don't look at anything too long you can't touch
If you're moving to the country
To become someone else
I say, in the interest of full disclosure
Keep it to yourself
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7. |
Cherry Street
05:09
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Hippies are skipping through the leaves
Low riders creep along the street
Hauling white boys
Living that dirtstashe dream
Every time you say what you mean some hipsters roll their eyes
Ghetto blasters and classic rock
If it's not moving, it's up on blocks
Oh, if this old drag could talk
There would be filthy language
and that makes angels cry
So, I don’t listen too hard
Or I’ll find something wrong
Looking both ways down Cherry Street
If the evening news was right
I'll be here to watch this whole town burn
There is a riot warning tonight
Condolences to the home team
I couldn't afford to go, and they're too slow for TV
But, the cops are out with their shields tonight
Wielding power and blowing steam
Creating enemies and making some losers try
Ladies,
Don't walk home alone
But, if you have to
Don't walk down this road
Someday I hope to leave this place
with many unknown unknowns
Every time you don't share the dream
Someone gets paranoid
So, I do nothing too hard
I just hum along
Looking both ways down Cherry Street
The anchorman was wrong
Nothing to see here but the sun going down
Our riot warning is gone
Hippies are skipping through the leaves
Low riders creep along the street
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One night, one summer
Out at the railroad bridge
It was assumed I'd make a move on her, but I never did
I was green, I was afraid
We just talked, and threw rocks at the passing train
Then I walked her home too late
and no one ever saw her again
No one around here ever saw her again
The few things she told me that night
Didn't sink in at the time
She said her father ran a militia
and she never knew her mother
Home was a room at her uncle's motel
Half a mile off the highway
I asked her what she wanted to be someday
and she just laughed at me
She laughed and asked me, “What's that supposed to mean?”
That was so many years ago
I can't trust what remains
But, I still wonder whatever happened to what's-her-name
Funerals and weddings – about all that brings me back here anymore
I saw her uncle at the tavern
There was a Grand ol' Party sticker on his breathing machine
I bought him a beer, and I asked him about her
He said, “Last I heard, she ran off with a boy
who played a red guitar in a white power band.
Who plays the blues on a red guitar in a white power band?
When something like that is the last you heard
That may be the last there is
You learned enough growing up here to know why
I'm the same as you, I only got to know her for a little while back then
But, I wonder from time to time
Does she still have that home-schooled look in her eyes?”
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9. |
In the World
03:16
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In the world, but not of the world
In the world, but not of the world
In the world, but not of the world
I am in the world, but not of the world
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