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So Long
02:29
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I've been down for so long
looks like up to me
Shackle-bound and chained
For so long I feel free
I've been lonesome for so long
Keep my own good company
I've been hungry - yes I'm hungry
My hunger fills me up like a Thanksgiving feast
I've been lost for so long
Feels like found to me
I've been blind for so long
Oh the visions that I see
I've been crazy for so long
I swear I'm about as sane as can be
And I've been drinking - yes I've been drinking
I've been drinking my way into sobriety
I've been broke for so long
Feels like fixed to me
I've had this sickness for so long
It's the only medicine I need
I've been out of luck for so long
Feels like I won the goddamned lottery
I've been been living - yes I've been living
All this living's gonna make a dead man out of me
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21st Century, Man
03:50
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I lost my love in a waiting room, in a voting line, in a ticket booth and I don't think I'll be coming home any time soon. I could go looking for my love but something tells me it'd be no use. I spent all my money, wasted most of my time, I guess I oughta feel shitty but I feel fine. I don't have a lot and what I got's not even really mine. You leave your luggage on the train once it takes you to the end of the line
Sometimes this Twenty-First Century Living gets me down
And I can't believe I'm still stuck in this goddamned town
There's a great flood coming, we're all gonna drown
So darlin' what are you doing right now?
Prop me up like a real-life man, cigarette in my mouth and a whiskey in my hand. I'll laugh and drink and sing like an American Man and then I'll fall down drunk, go back to being what I really am which is just some pitch-black ageless, nameless thing that doesn't sing or drink or anything and then I'wake up and laugh at the ridiculous condition I'm in
Sometimes this Twenty-First Century Living gets me down
And I can't believe I'm still stuck in this goddamned town
There's a great flood coming, we're all gonna drown
So darlin' what are you doing right now?
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3. |
#1 Radio Hit
04:20
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Well I was born naked and blind
Before my self was a concept in my un-fragmented mind
Now I'm always changing my clothes, always running out of time
Where are the friends that I thought I knew?
The ones that I trusted, I guess they all moved
Out of their hearts and into their shoes
Honey don't clench your fists when we're cast off like this
It'll only make your bones easier for the breaking
Go on and try to resist whatever doubt still persists
This is much more than some mistake we are making
I can't come to the phone. I've got nothing to give
Won't you leave me a message that teaches me how to live?
Keep it to two or three minutes like some Number One Radio Hit
And honey don't stop to think when you wind up at the brink
You must act quickly, there must be no hesitation
Go on now cast off your sins, all the people you've been
You are breathing redemption not some train, not some station
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I found you out in Chico, California where no weather was ever trapped inside your bones. Four cylinders, 33 birthdays and a hundred thousand miles. Figure we got at least a couple hundred thousand more to go...
And I smiled the whole goddamn way back to Texas, riding free and easy in my Toyota Chinook. Oh the HMS Lucky Bananafish Life Adventure and I, we sure turned a lot of heads, we sure got a lot of different kinds of looks. Behind their smiles all the hard-luck tramps were scoffing, saying, "Man do you think that you're ever really gonna be free with your car insurance payments and your fossil fuel dependence and hey you think there might be any room in the back for me?" There was this hippie kid out in Phoenix, Arizona. He was mean to his dog, I didn't trust him right away and what the fuck was a barefoot 19 year old rideshare bum doing out in the desert with a husky anyway? We talked for a while on the porch of the anarchist bookstore until the people that worked there started acting kinda weird and mean cos inside the place they were trying to sell some vegan cupcakes or something and outside we were cooking up a free pot of rice and beans. It was anarchy. I never claimed to have anything but questionable judgment, so when that hippie kid said that he wanted to make a trade I gave him all of my weed for a shiny rock and some dmt that I smoked from a can at a rest stop the next day. That's how your spirit was revealed to me. I could see that you were Lucky indeed. Indeed, I was lucky too, to have a friend as good as you. Welcome to the life adventure, Astral American dream
You are the finest ship that ever graced the road
The best little room I ever called my own
I wake up, look out the window. I don't ever see the same thing
We are drifters, we are homeless, we are home
To be a thing cast-off, adrift, set free, alone
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Best Ever Birthday Party
04:51
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"man I really dig your band, you guys wanna play a show for free?"
Sure we just like playing ain't that the way it oughta be?
Don't forget to tip your bartender, check out our new ep
I've been thinking about Brooklyn but I'm not sure New York's my scene
Besides the bread comes easy. I've got friends at the bakery and my brother down at the coffee shop pours me one for free
Still got a couple bucks left for dollar beers down the street
and we walk real slow in the dumb Texas heat
And someone says, "Hey y'all wanna smoke some weed?"
Well thank you friend that's exactly what I need
To prolong this adolescent fantasy
Well this day's been outta sight
It's been a hell of a week
And next month I'll be Thirty Three
I got my truck pretty much set up, bought a trailer and some camping gear
And in just a few short weeks my friends, I'll be getting out of here
I know some folks in Santa Fe say they might have some work for me
There's a woman out that way I have been meaning to see
And someone says, "I just came into some pretty clean lsd. Before you hit the road, you oughta take a trip with me..."
Wasn't there somewhere I was supposed to be?
Well fuck it I'll find another job I mean I'm only Forty Three
And right now I'm just working on my spirituality
Besides my age is just a number, it don't mean a thing to me
I'm a baby in my Universe, don't you wake me from this dream
Where everybody is so gorgeous, caucasian and carefree
God bless them pretty women oh they make me drink whiskey
Then it's "wanna go out back and do a couple of bumps with me?"
That might be just the thing to bring this old dog up to speed
Won't you be a dear and hold this drink for me?
Well the music's good and loud
The drugs are plentiful and free
I guess you could call this the best ever birthday party
I'm Fifty Three years young, happy birthday to me
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Biding Time
03:41
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I wake up in the morning and I wonder what could possibly have happened
to all my cigarettes
I wake up from my dreaming and the dream fog takes a while in clearing
I dreamt you never left
These are troubled times that do unwind I seem to have misplaced my mind inside the bright blue haze of July
in a pile of letters I forgot to send, actions which I could not defend
I'll never feel the same way will I?
Well I guess that they call this biding time
Just hanging round, trying to turn the useless day into night
which isn't much use to me either, it's just a little easier on the eyes
I wake up in the afternoon some days I cannot bring myself to face
the world outside my bedroom
So I'll sit in sickness and decay until my body cannot stay curled up inside the haunted, dead moon
But halfway through the first bottle of wine suddenly everything is fine
I know exactly what I must do
In the moonlight I will shed my skin
The whole thing will begin again
Both eyes gleaming
Spirit brand new
I guess that they call this biding time
Just hanging round, trying to burn the senseless day into night
Which doesn't make any sense either, it's just a little easier on the eyes
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Greg Mullen Austin, Texas
the simulation is unknowable but it probably has something to do with bob dylan
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