1. |
Post Party
03:31
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I didn't drink at the party
'Cause I knew it would be over
Plus too many men at the party
It's just better to stay sober
Now that I'm clearly Post Party
You're doing cocaine
Party Line
And now you're abstaining from pork
I always knew
The pigs had you hog tied
Big change
New beginnings
Old rage
New kindling
And now that the hotel is burning
Now the shattered light
Now that your crew cut is rendered, open
And your blue a bloody sight
Now that your justice is served
On a plate with a knife
Big flames
New beginnings
Old rage
New kindling
<<Thanks for the new law to break
It was a piece of cake
Thanks for the digital footage and
Thanks for being a
Fascist Police State we
Really appreciate
The cutting egde>>
I didn't drink at the party
'Cause it was on the fritz
Plus I'd rather be fully lucid
When I eat the rich
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2. |
City of Roofs
03:31
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We put your couch on the roof
Sat there for the afternoon
I put my head on your shoulder and said what a view
Then neither of us talked for a quiet minute
The Lake Street bridge is dark
And then it isn't
I remember
A city of roofs
Covered in beers
Noah's Ark floats on blood sweat and tears
I was guilty of having white guilt
I was guilty of laughing at a Colbert Sunset
We ordered Chinese and shat on the shingles
Waited for rain like two thirsty singles
And all around Wickedness
And inside
Now all those nasty things I promised you
Are much too public
Besides, what kind of world is this
For a turkey baster baby?
When all around wickedness
And inside
Reality struck
A forgotten religion
Can't shoot the shit less you can hit the pigeon
And I applied myself to earning a decent living
You followed downstairs became a commuter
Sitting in chairs staring at the computer
When all around wickedness
And inside
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3. |
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I came word of mouth
Someone said in '95
I came tumblin' out
All was well, I was alive but
Babe in basinette
Makes architecture shift uneasy
One whole town in the midwest
Crumbled down my birthday evening
I read rubble like a palm or
Like a page of our bodies our hells I
Knew we were not satisfied I
Knew we'd have to satisfy ourselves
So lend my your old river anyhow
If I can't burn 'em down I'll flood 'em out
This whole thing of lumber was
Once my house
I've tried all the doors but I'm
Not allowed
Ain't it fun driving when you know the way
Take me anywhere do anything
I know my place
Everything is fertile if you lick it right and
Put it in your face
After a long time I'm OK
Moved into a bigger bedroom
So I could hold myself in
More space alone
Never loved it here
But here's the only place I ever called home
Don't wanna disabuse you now
But you know that you've got everything wrong
But you can't hear it from me anyway
I was growin' up good
At least that's what my mom would say
I did just like I should
Now, what'll they say of the love we make?
And from that loving come to bloom
Women who refuse the moon
And men in fishnets and high heeled shoes
When I dream my dreams are huge
When I dream my dreams are mine
When I dream my dreams are infantine
So lend me your old river anyhow
If I can't burn 'em down I'll flood 'em out
This old thing of lumber was once my house
I've tried all the doors but
I'm not allowed
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4. |
Come @ Me Jesus Prayer
03:02
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This is a come at me Jesus prayer
Like "Hello Jesus, are you there?"
I've been too poor
To pay much attention
And I'm much too rich
To give a care
So lay me down in the balm of your bough
Keep me calm in your palm by somehow
Give me alms I will beat (beat) your brow
Give me wisdom anyhow
This is a needle-toothed jaw
It will kiss and it will claw
It was burned
It was spurned!
In a match
With the law
So lay me down-I have already died
The coughs fly low in a bronchitis sky
Their brows are folded up twixt their eyes
And I will beat them flat by and by
And I will beat them flat by and by
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5. |
Tender Age Child
04:05
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I was a tender-age child
When the border snapped
I was the feeding hand
That you bit back
And your President was a tender age too
Kept us all up at night sicking ICE on our wounds
My mother prays in a prison cell
Oh she prays to the powers White men haven't claimed
And my brother's shoes are on TV
Yeah I've heard he's in a Walmart in the Land of the Free
I think you're all afraid
How could you be afraid of me
You might be king of the scales
But I have the weight of a family
I was a tender-age child
On the Fourth of July
Your American Dream kept me up at night
The bombs you blew
And the cash you coddled
Paid homage to your American Idols
But I'm American too, now don't you forget
This is not my dream but it is my bed
I'm American too, hear me out please
You can put me down
But I'm not gonna sleep
I was still a young child
When the sickness came through
I rattled the bars and I pleaded with you
But all that you heard was Capitalist Bull Shit
And come Sunday morning got Trump at the pulpit
So fuck you all too
I'm glad it worked out
You can sit safe at home with your money in your mouth
Yeah fuck your whole scheme
Yeah you closing the office
Don't you know bodies were ground for your sausage
Fuck it all over
We need a new order
So we're coming to eat you
And give you the fever
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6. |
Interlude II
01:49
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Um
That was one of my songs
Um that wasn't very good cause I didn't know the words
But um,
Here's one that I know by heart
Um
Pink Flowers in the Dew
That I made up
OK
That end part I just added in
It's called a tag
But I didn't really know it
2007
Er, 8 sorry
Sorry, new year and
It's 2008 so
Here's a song that I made up
I don't know what else I'm gonna put in the time capsule
Oh yeah and I'm not singing for you today
Sorry!
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7. |
3rd Job Since June
03:54
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Time moves on like money it's gone
But this is not a song about temporality
And money measures time by the balance in the bank
But this is not a song about money
Waking up at 6:15
I cut my nails, recount my dream
An easter egg
A lightening bolt
A pair of shoes
An evening coat
And everyone's a we or they
And this is how I start my day
Boxer briefs
Toyota key
I'm clocking in but not actually
Cause time moves on like money it's gone
But this is not a song about that
And money measures time by the balance in the bank
But this is not a song about that either
A mushroom cloud
A monster cookie
A muscle bound mom-to-be
And a dollar bill
Floating free
From a sticky-handed hypocrisy
Daisy chains and lazy days
My third job since June
Cold fronts clash like broken glass
In the living room
An ice machine
A movie star
Some birth control
A chin-up bar
A barbie doll
An hour glass
A platinum card
An hour to pass
A kiss hello
A spatula
An envelope for what you have done
And another day
A different sun
And my arms around the waist of another one
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8. |
Somebody Take Me Home
03:31
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I left without warning
No gas in my tank
And nothing to wake me up
And no one to thank
And a long list of laundry that I never aired
And never will
The landscape around me
The folds of my bed
I'm sick about yesterday
Come down with dread
And my new denim jacket I use as a shield
I bought for money
Would somebody take me home?
Somebody take me home?
Oh now somebody take me home?
I'm strung out and hungry
Just riding my bike
And wondering what I should do with my life
That portal of questions
Sets me on an existential spin
Cause I have the anger
And I have the hard work
And I put in the time
I tore up the turf
But where rubber meets the road
I only know how the dogs bite the tires
Now somebody take me home!
Somebody take me home
Oh somebody take me home
Somebody take me home.
Feeding the plants
Touching your hand
I made you dinner with my paycheck from Summer
I love you so
Would I get ahead of myself?
Now somebody take me home!
Somebody take me home
Oh somebody take me home
Oh now somebody take me home
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9. |
Sean
02:43
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He came in black and white
Pink stick fire of my mind
Balcony and a cigarette
Poetry and a hit of something hard on the head
Masterpiece
Dizzy in the spin of the disease
Now Sean the Poet is dead
I was just 17
Needed to sleep 'fore I found the American Dream
The pillow was hard
There was glass in the bed
You are part of what makes sense he said
Now Sean the Poet is dead
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10. |
Back to December
04:39
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My hand fell from your shoulder
And hung there limply from mine
Of all the ways I touched you
This would be the last time
No I never said that I missed you
But of course I do
And it's ruining me
Take me back to your balcony
And your black coffee
And your tucked up feet
Europe was a shit-show
Her fingers full of rings
I held her like she loved me
And thought of other things
How everyone I know is getting married
Swift and suddenly
Holed up and settled down
But all the girls I've know have left me cold out
Like sleeping with sugar in your mouth
I'm just that alone
Maybe it's Maybeline
Maybe just Emily
Maybe I'm fine
Am I out of my mind?
Maybe Olivia, Eva or Sophia
Maybe I'm fine
Am I out of your mind?
I drove to Minnesota
Your address in my book
So I know just where to find ya
If I need ya
But I don't know if I wanna look
Just take me back to December
Washing dishes at my house
And trying on hats
Lover do you remember
How we felt back then?
Do you remember that?
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<<Tape>>
The only cigarettes I ever smoked
I found on the lawn
You came back from pissing in a bush
And your cigarettes were gone
I can't say I feel I done you wrong
I got some cigarettes
You got a song
I smoked out a highway
Leading to Michigan
I fagged out when I was 18
I got me a gallon of gasoline and innocense
I hope you know what your cigarettes mean to me
I hope you know what your cigarettes mean
Then I wanted to be reckless and landless and lawless
Living in the shadow of the shade I threw
I wanted to light fires by the pump at the station
And see what would happen if the whole thing blew
See what would happen if the whole thing blew
I wanted to burn my walking papers
Wanted to turn them into vapor
Stupor torpor tared and tapered I
Wanted to let you know
Shit I
Wanted to sear the here and now
Wanted it Queer from inside out I
Wanna be clear without a doubt
Wanted to let you know
Well my friends body tells me sex
I want that too but I must resist I
Draw the line where the line's been drawn
And all the little apple seeds
All the fields, the fields of wheat that
I could safely storm upon
Instead I stand here nauncholant
Looking like I'm lost in thought I'm
Too up against the wall to move
Your cigarette between my lips
It's there but it ain't been lit yet
I watch and wonder what's to lose
Will I smoke out a highway
Leading to Michigan?
Tear Indiana limb from confederate limb?
And what about Wisconsin and Minnesota?
And all the other places I have been?
<<Tape>>
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12. |
Donald
04:26
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2001, September 10
Donald Rumsfeld, Secretary of Defense
I wanna p-p-privatize!
Give more of the government to the rich guys
Let's create an industry: Death, Destruction, and Safety
Well very next day Twin Towers hit
Two Twin Towers turned to grit
Now we've got our catalyst!
Not that we needed one cause we already owned the government anyway!!
Oh we don't like guys named Donald
We don't like guys named Donald
We don't like guys named Donald no! X2
Them profiteers don't give a rat's ass
That's because they're Capitalist Trash
They engineered an endless war
No tiny threat could be ignored
And the entire project was bankrolled by taxes on the people who were already hurting so that companies like Halliburton could get rich making cameras that are watching you!!
Oh they used emergency to privatize our agencies
So suddenly these corporatists get richer with each terrorist
So they make them up
They make them up
And send them to Guantanamo
They make them up
Meanwhile they keep tabs on us
Lists of data adding up
In Police States arrests are Profit
War is Profit
Death is Profit
And so are the rescue teams owned by the same guys that come in to save you from the crisis!
Yeah we don't like guys like Donald
We don't like guys like Donald
We don't like Mitch McConnelll no x2
See the big problem is greed yes but
Also conflict of interest
Common good for public works
Corporations some rich jerks
And when you got the exact same Don running both
Your liberty means squat
This government's not for you
It's for Profit!
Oh Democracy in Capitalism doesn't exist
You can elect somebody
Take your pick
But they're also some big corporate business dick
And that's how they'll represent you!
So my friends it's pretty bleak
All this shit still as we speak
How to build collective power?
Show the world's Don's their final hour
This is it, we must resist
Joe Biden and the Capitalists!!
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13. |
Let it Burn
01:55
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We left the fires of Minneapolis
For the Fires of Chicago
Fires of Indiana
Fires of Knoxville
The cops are out in full force
Cause they killed another black man
Somehow guns and pepper spray
Defend their institution
Let it Burn
Let it Burn
It don't belong to us anyway
Loot the Target
Everything in there should be ours to take
Let it Burn
All my information I
Get from my Hamm radio
Cause they own CNN
The New York Times
The Washington Post
Let it Burn
Let it Burn
It don't belong to us anyway
Let it Burn
Let it Burn
All of us White people
Get mad and then get comfortable again
We can take a break and go get cocktails with our friends
But all that's an illusion
Cause they're coming for us next
So let it Burn
Let it Burn
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