1. |
MRI
03:57
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Taking steps, taking names
Surrounded by submission
Unbearable condition
Magnets are moving fast
The static fills the cracks
Forcing our confidence
Forcing our beliefs
Enforcing our religions
Forcing our relief
Taking steps, taking names
Surrounded by submission
Unbearable condition
Magnets are moving fast
The static fills the cracks
Serene scenes I stare
My eyes are black in there
Who's feeling like dirt?
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2. |
Unreal Cities
02:04
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He likes the boys in the band
He says that I’m his man
But I’ve got no time for that now
So get in the van
This is an unreal town
Still we drift around
Wandering through each chartered street
With the violent sound
And what I wouldn’t’ do
For $50 and some soup
Would make my mother reconsider
Graduate school
Well we got Bismarcked
Outside Elkhart
Had to call my friend Garth
To float us a car
It’s still an unreal town
We still drift around
Walking through Alabama streets
With the Dumbening sound
Bozeman in June
Sleeping under the moon
You blew the pool game
And tried to blow me, too.
I’m 42 years old
With 41 records sold
In the last ten years or so
I am told
It’s still and unreal town
We still drift around
Blazing through these glorious streets
To the Hungry Man (Body Futures) sound
I called my friend Jon
Told him the gatefold’s wrong
And that the registration’s fucked up
And to play our newest song.
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3. |
Porch Cake
03:29
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Absolute grief
Consumes me
For awhile
Everyone stares
Everyone shares the floor
Sadness swallows you
Like water in space
Please slow down
I need to catch up
Stop this work
Attention around
I can't stand it
I hate all of it
Sure wound up
Time to be over it?
No.
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4. |
Still Talking Wrong
02:33
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Hey, you person there?
Is that would you really said?
Sounded like it's what you meant
Is that what they really said?
We continue this
Ad nauseam eternity
Complete with redundancy
A whole lot of vacancy
STILL TALKING WRONG!
Smack that convenient mind
Slap-shot of tension times
Abrupt, is sometimes kind
Patterns lost on borrowed times
Hey, you person there?
Is that would you really said?
Sounded like it's what you meant
Is that what they really said?
STILL TALKING WRONG!
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5. |
Rashomon
03:06
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Zipping through the days at not-quite-light speed
Communicate by only semaphore
Remembering a time when you still liked me
Meet me by the oldest’s bedroom door
Cue the waterworks to start at dinner
Caliphates will form and then elide
Sleeper cells begin and then they splinter
Why’d we sign up for this fucked up ride?
Oh I don’t know why you stick around
My dear Mel, meet me downtown
Zipping through the days at twice light speed
Still communicate by semaphore
Pretty sure you’ll never learn to like me
Meet me by the youngest’s bedroom door
Let’s take LSD and watch Casino
Turn up Devo loud as it can go
When the kids leave we’ll hit the vino
Find out what we stuck around here for.
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6. |
Step-Dads
01:42
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10,000 comedians out of work,
Yet you insist on being one.
20,000 counselors out of work,
Yet you insist on being one.
Sneaking in activities
Like a step-dad on his weekend
You don’t get to be sentimental
When you never once passed Bechtel
I look for a brick wall behind you
When you’re talking at me like you do
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7. |
Wrestle
01:43
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Will you wrestle with me?
You're a dancer, yer a fine, fine dancer
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8. |
Dead Eagle
02:56
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The plans we make
The escapes we create
Dead eagle drags on
That anger lives long
Sometimes we crack
Mostly we crawl
A fool's run, now it's done
Sinister, you're a minister
Minister, done being sinister
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9. |
Reach
03:57
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Please, excuse my reach
Hypocrite I am
Contradict, some
I might bleed
We've been coded; manufactured
Scolding, within privilege
Scowling and ungrateful
Hypocrite I am, some
Please, excuse my reach
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10. |
You Sure Are Strong
03:57
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Drones like terns out of season on these plains
The red fist on your neck—the vigil remains
On Cannonball and Standing Rock
With the bulging in your veins
Maybe Hutterites will take you in
In compounds and communes free from sin
On the banks of the vast Missouri
We will char and burn again
And deep, deep down
We will all drown
In dark matter and a violent sound
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OUT Kalamazoo, Michigan
OUT.
Chafe Hensley, guitar/voice.
ML
Larmee,
drums, keys.
TJ Larmee, bass/voice.
Ike Turner, guitar/voice.
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