1. |
Welcome to the Show
03:15
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I, I want get out, I want to say a prayer for my dying nation
I, I want to find my place not to hide in this lying nation
You, you on theft, you on the right
Why can’t we meet in the middle
You, you on the right, you on the left
Don’t let this be our nation’s curtain
Welcome to the Show
Welcome to the Show
Welcome to the Shit Show
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2. |
Freedom Fighter
02:26
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The weight of the world, the weight of a girl, I don’t want to be a freedom fighter
It’s not up to him, pour me a gin, I just want to think on my own problems
Hey Ho, Joey says let’s go
Hey High, I just want to fly
Down on the ground, tripping around, how can a sunrise seem so repelling
I want a pearl, give me a swirl, anything to make this light seem lighter
Beg me come inside
In you we will hide
Cover it up, my loving cup, in the shade of a hanging tree
As simple as this, the feel of a kiss, I don’t want to be a freedom fighter
Leave me this one song
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3. |
Come on Boys
05:18
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Come on boys it’s time to go home
You may think it’s only four in the morning
But my mother’s gonna tell me
The last time was my last warning
I love you boys and you love me
But I’ve got a girlfriend I want to see
And it’s up to my mother if I stay at home
Or walk free
You two you know you’re my crew
And you know I blew my curfew
But it still matters there are degrees
I’ve got a girlfriend I want to see and it’s up to my mother if I walk free
Come on boys I need some cash
You know I can’t afford to pay for gas
And help me look for a yard with a hose
The radiator is about to blow
I love you boys and you love me
Help me save myself from misery
I’ve got a girlfriend I want to see
And it’s up to my mother if I walk free
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4. |
Pure
02:34
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Please wake up
Last night we said too much
And I think
We could have done with much less to
Drink and been
More sure about being so
Un——-pure
You took
What I took for granted
Now I’ll look
For what I have to give and
Keep of me
What I want to be so
Pure
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5. |
Nothing Grand
06:09
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There’s no way out of this
Why did I fall into this mess
With all the songs I had to sing
I still chose the darkness of a drink
Nothing grand, nothing brave
Nothing grand, nothing brave
When Johnny struck up the band
I had a glass of whisky in my hand
I don’t remember when I did
The things that you could not forgive
Black eyes and promises
Broken as I hastened down the wind
Anytime I had a song
My friends and I would play it all night long
Even in my darkest streaks
I could write a song I knew would speak
I was excitable
I lived each day like it was the last
Then vanished in a blackout spree
But don’t say poor poor pitiful me
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6. |
Untended Garden
04:15
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When the sun hits the water
Vapor swirls and rises
Evaporation action
In the air
They used to be together
Like brothers none the wiser
Discovery happens almost
Everywhere
Then came the girlfriends
The wine, wives, and children
Happy was the way the spent
Lives
All minds tend to wander
And hearts travel their way
Once brothers they left their garden all
Alone
Their friendships drifted outward
Like a stream to the sun
Like an untended garden that gets
Away
Maybe when they’re older
They’ll pass on a pathway
And remember when together they were
Friends
Untended garden
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7. |
Blood on the Drums
03:52
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We need to play like there’s no tomorrow
Play until there’s blood on the drums
Because there may not be a tomorrow
It may all go up in flames
We need to hit that drum like there’s no tomorrow
Beat that drum to a volcano red
Because there may not be a tomorrow
It may all go up in flames
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8. |
During the Occupation
04:45
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I just want to hit the road
This place no longer feels like home
I used to like to listen to the radio
But no more it brings me down, I just can’t seem to come
Around
Orange toxic cloud
Miasmic, ghoulish crowd
All I want is to have my town again
No peace out here on the road
Circling to find my way home
I still cannot listen to the radio
One day I’ll turn it on, nothing gained from getting
Drowned
In this poison cloud
Try to make the best of the situation
Only four years of an occupation
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9. |
Cowboy Buck
05:45
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You see him every day at the store
You see him coming back for more
Sporting his new black cowboy hat
In his sunglasses he’s a real western cat
He grew up stomping mud on the farm
Free range roaming never did him no harm
But Daddy sold the land for a ton
And Daddy’s money is all he’s won
Talk with me, walk with me, wave to me
Cause I’ve got nothing to do
Talk with me, walk with me, wave to me
Cause I’ve got nothing, nothing, nothing to do
He used to rope cows in the pen
He knew every cock and every hen
Now he wrangles shopping carts in the lot
Corrals them back to the right spot
He’s got money and he’s got time
You’ve got to wonder if he thinks this is fine
Did he like mending fences and herding cows
In the lot he never takes a bow
He’s Cowboy Buck this is his life
Did he wish his Daddy didn’t have a price
That his pasture wasn’t a parking lot
Or does he love this land that he’s got
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Our song is not a precious one
Not a precious one my fellow grumps
Our song is not a precious one
It ends in a bloody stump
As I watch the evening redness ascend in the west
My Darling Carmalita I send you my best
There is no such joy in the tavern as we have on the road thereto
A Nacogdoches revival meeting is where I fell into
Out there watching with the Glantons, souls through a black and seamless sea
Ancient, childlike the judge came dancing, huge and hairless, delicately
When the lambs are lost in the mountains, that’s when the mother comes to the cry
When the wolf is first in the mountains, that’s the time that we all die
Now out in California, put my hand in the grinding wheel
You took all I had, but leave my arm for a hook
And if I die from the grinding wheel, don’t let this all end in vain
Let the bat live and drink my blood, not waste it in the rain
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11. |
Harmless Mole
04:14
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Only in my dreams do I ever go sailing
Walking down the stairs I always hold the railing
I found a black spot on my soul, the doctor said it was a harmless mole
I like to go out to hear the blues
But I’ve traded my Docs for orthopedic shoes
Reading food labels I am particular, that’s the way to stay perpendicular
My wife she is a keeper, together we’ll face the grim reaper
Fight as we’re able the actuarial table
We’ll take the downs as harmless moles, look for the ups to fill our souls
Travel the world as boys and girls together
The cars driving by playing music too loud
Drowning us out as we’re shouting at clouds
In the afternoons we once talked dirty, now we drop it all for the Senior 5:30
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12. |
Broken Dreams
02:45
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Failed dreams, dissembled people
Broken lives, lives like our
Henry’s, always two steps from, disaster
With some rocker Ramona, or Tawny or Tonya,
Remarkably unremarkable people
Emotional children, but not even that good, such
Unprecedented incompetence
Unappealing incompetence
Ohhhhh
When they’re born are good people
And their broken lives, we touch and they heal
Falling away from heartache
With some rocker Ramona, or Tawny or Tonya,
Avoidable, unavoidable people
We pray for our children against the force
Against the curse of unprecedented incompetence
Fostering their competence
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13. |
Joey's Kickback
02:26
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Butter and honey the biscuits are baking in the oven
Otis Redding and John Legend records say love in
You say she’s your girlfriend and yes I know you’re my best friend
Put away the cans my parents are coming up the walkway
That’s no answer to say you used my dad’s ashtray
Wait I’m trippin’ my parents are trippin’ to LA
You say she’s your girlfriend but we are riding the same wave
Nothing should be planned
No more juice I need to land
Stretched out on the couch I fell asleep my arm around her
I’m not a creep I just don’t remember how we got here
How ‘bout me and the others scram
If you say she’s your girlfriend then she is my best friend’s girlfriend
The best nights are never planned
Not another hit I need to land
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14. |
It's Big
03:17
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Tony Moran found his life in a can
He traveled this land, and rarely gave a damn
Tony took shots at getting ahead
But it never worked out, and he failed instead
But sometimes a vision, a picture so clear
Like a gift from above, like a presence so near
He’d reach out to grab it like treasure from a king
But he was no good at this kind of thing
It’s big and it’s bad, coming at you fast
Sometimes good, sometimes sad
Tonya worked the bars searching for stars
And she never gave it up in anyone’s car
She’d rather go home and get stoned all alone
Than not be a chooser and sleep with a loser
On a rare night at the end of her bar
A face not so dull, maybe a star
She’d linger and lean when she put down his glass
Then follow his eyes hoping for class
There are nights when we rise and nights when we sink
Like Tony and Tonya when she served him his drink
Maybe this was Stockton on the edge of downtown
Two in the morning there was no one around
One was impatient, the other sincere
Their choices were many, their signals unclear
Tonya tapped her finger on the tip of her tongue
Tony took his hand off the butt of his gun
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15. |
Fascism American Style
03:46
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Ba ba bup ba bup ba bup ba bup ba ba
Ba ba bup ba bup ba bup ba bup ba ba
These are the nine words we must learn to fear like hell
I’m from the oligarchy and I’m here to help
We will not be ashamed
To honor our fathers’ names
Ba ba bup ba bup ba bup ba bup ba ba
Ba ba bup ba bup ba bup ba bup ba ba
Unfurl your banners, get out your hammers, together yell
They don’t mind us dying, but we’re not buying their fresh hell
Out on the street, we feel the heat from the flowing red
Open your windows, come through the door get out of bed
Don’t take the back stairs, it’s no excuse that they don’t care
Tune out the chatter, turn off the slaughter, bid it well
Fascism
Fascism American style, truer than the red white and blue
Fascism American style, that’s me and you
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