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We drive down the road for nothing,
Continents expanding we collide with each other.
Falling in love in a pressure cooker,
And there ain’t nothing good about people anymore.
It was all just puppies and pianos,
Mixing up the shit with a little Tropicana.
Every night now I’m down on the couch,
Begging myself to take myself out.
Just a few days ago we got the first winter snow,
And though it didn’t stick to the ground,
I thought about the apartment burning down.
Well I don’t care.
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Oh Lynn
04:11
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Scavenger pigeons and bowlegged bums,
lost in the market and caught in the storm, and
where else to go for scum like me?
And the rain falls down the roof,
they got one and they got two,
down at Gail’s Stop and Pop.
Hit it rich with the greatest of ease,
standard deviation from the mean, and
I will buy a whole ‘nother round.
And the scratch-offs litter the soil,
mixing up with the motor oil, and
it leaks from everything that I touch.
I should know as much.
And it rains all day (2x)
And I hope they pull the plug (2x)
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop ba etc…
I can’t leave and I can’t explain,
ground is sink and sky is drain,
I haven’t seen your face.
Carry on for what it’s worth,
scratching tickets, the edge of the earth, and
they never win.
Oh, Lynn.
And it rains all day (2x)
And I hope they pull the plug (2x)
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop ba etc…
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Heart attack on the side of the road, goin down the only place that you could ever go.
Take my pulse and watch the clock, racing like a hummingbird in a room that’s locked.
We are the morning they are the night, now the moon is coming round and we're grounded from flight.
Feeling low and it’s all I can carry, while I’m breathing in the dust like a coal canary.
…and the heart is a bird. Like the pigeons and the crows. And the heart is a rat. You will find out soon. When you don’t come back.
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Belly of the Beast
02:46
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This song is two bad ideas put together:
Belly of the Beast:
(1,2,3,4)
It's a long day in the belly of the beast with my dumb, dumb brain and the pain in my feet. You get up, do some stuff and go to bed, then the very next day you do it once again. You'll repeat this until the day you die, if you've been a good boy then you fly up to the sky.
It's a long day in the belly of the beast with my dumb, dumb brain and the pain in my feet. You get up, do some stuff and go to bed, then the very next day you do it once again.
Everywhere there's people living large, hoggies at the trough, in the garbage barge. I wanna strip down, get naked roll around, in the dirt, in the mud, in this old cursed ground.
It's a long day in the belly of the beast with my dumb, dumb brain and the pain in my feet. You get up, do some stuff and go to bed, then the very next day you do it once again.
It's a long day in the belly of the beast with my dumb, dumb brain and the pain in my feet. (4x)
Wine:
(1,2,3,4)
Well (well), drunk on wine (wine), bath my soul in the light (ooo ooo).
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Cars and Planes
03:03
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The Syncopated Clock
01:59
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Jacob Kessler Toledo, Ohio
Jacob Kessler is an idiot who writes and records songs about other idiots.
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