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Bad Turnip
00:36
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There was a
BAD TURNIP
sitting on the kitchen table.
and i should have known that this would happen.
'cause we got it at the flea market
from that guy from the city
and i should have known that this would happen.
i was caught in the moment.
we were caught in the moment.
and we should have known that this would happen.
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2. |
Hums
01:22
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i went for a little drive this sunday
i drove up to the mountains
and i found my friends around a fire
chanting all the names of their enemies
i took my time taking the key
out of the ignition
and i thought about the last time
i sat out on the prairie
drinking beer around a fire
watching the horizon
so i revved up the engine
and i drove up to the summit
oh, i looked for dusty buildings
and grass beyond the forest
i found nothing but my home
and smashed up booze-y bottles
hums came from the highway,
it kinda sounds like waves now
i thought about the last time
i sat down in a cafe
i can't say what i did there
but i laughed til i cried, oh!
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3. |
Sand and Shrubs
02:35
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5. |
Big Old Blueberry
02:27
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6. |
I Want to See My Friends
02:29
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I want to see my friends
living all downtown
opening their shops,
living off their art.
i want to see my town,
grow and learn to breathe
open up the gardens
and let us make amends
I want to take a chance
and change the zoning laws
manufacture pop and
manufacture goods
I want to see small towns
regain character
define their own culture
and share it all around
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7. |
Cold, Very Cold
01:47
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and it was Cold, very cold
in the town where the sun died.
and the folks all gathered round
singing tales of their past lives
but by midnight they'd gone home
to lay in bed, shivering
it seemed like no one had a wife, no one had a man,
just their lonely hands all over their old lonely bodies
and it was Cold, very cold
in the town where the sun died.
and since morning never came,
they all stayed in bed
no more talking to each other
no more learning how to love
it seemed like no one had a wife, no one had a man,
just their lonely hands all over their old lonely bodies
oh, the snow kept falling down
turning streets into hallways
only narrow little paths to guide us
to our next haunts
but slowly, those filled too
and no one left their doorstep
and good god i wanna know what all my neighbors look like
i want to study dimples and run fingers over smiles
but i can't - but i can't - but i can't
and it was Cold, very cold
in the town where the sun died.
and on good days i could hear
echoes of someone snoring
and then suddenly i know what it's like
to breathe again
i let out the deepest sigh and just feel my body empty
i let out the deepest sigh and just feel my body empty
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8. |
Frozen Moo Cow
02:41
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there's a color locked away,
deep in the valley
where the rivers turn copper
and your neighbors have guns.
you can't find a sidewalk
or save your life.
but in the woods;
small steps.
take off your shoes.
careful now.
the river's fast.
careful now.
careful now.
you can smell the backyards'
of a million men,
roasting a fresh kill,
or a frozen moo-cow.
something is alive.
and something is dead.
careful now.
careful now.
up on the mountain, deep in the woods -
down an old dirt road, lies a vacant church.
nobody's been there since '73.
careful now.
careful now.
that man on the street, kittycornered by strip malls
said he used to believe but now he feels worn out.
and he grit his poor teeth until they all fell out
but in the woods,
they grow back.
if you believe.
careful now.
the river's fast.
careful now.
careful now.
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9. |
The Land of Variety
02:40
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i bought the donut yesterday
and the soft pretzel today.
welcome to the land of variety.
oooooh!
good to be alive
and i try to spend just three dollars a day.
i just got a raise
oh almost ten an hour now!
i am living downtown in the land of variety.
oooooh!
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10. |
The Bad Turnip
01:10
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There was a
BAD TURNIP
sitting on the kitchen table.
and i should have known that this would happen.
'cause we got it at the flea market
from that guy from the city
and i should have known that this would happen.
i was caught in the moment.
we were caught in the moment.
and we should have known that this would happen.
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11. |
Wyoming
02:45
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my face, blinded by the sunset
or the mountains!
i woke covered in these blankets
yes im awake!
oh my home seems like a dream now
the ground's red here!
music comes out from a side room
i hear singing!
then a dog appeared his name was connor hid behind a gate kind and frightened eyes did glow and scan my eyes in silence had a cup of coffee then i spot a herd of horses called my friends and asked "where am i? and i'm getting famous!"
then i looked over the cliffside
i see more cliffs!
no one at all could see
me or my friends!
i spun around in some circles
no one saw me!
my eyes were no longer mine
a gift to strangers!
blinked and then i found myself hung high above the city i'm clapping and im stopping and i think i hear a parrot yelling "somebody turn off the lights in the sky and let the darkness shine down!" then i blink again and now i'm back out with the horses. the sky is clear and i can see the rockies in the distance. i grab a drink and then i wobble well beyond my limits. i walk around front and i hop in the car and i listen to some music. i scrounge and a search for a horn section to fill this endless vista. then i forget that i turned on the engine and dive into the abyss. i wake up shaking, shocked that i'm breathing and head onto montana. but no one can say that i'll once again feel like i did in wyoming. no one can say that i'll once again feel like i did in wyoming.
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12. |
Bake Yr Own Bread
01:59
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oh you've been to maine
and oh you've been to chicago.
and once i saw your face in a bus stop in cleveland.
but i don't know where you are these days.
i don't know where you are.
i don't know where you are these days.
i don't know where you are.
maybe you're swimming in the ocean playing your viola
or you moved up to the mountains with a bunch of friendly anarchists.
i don't know where you are these days.
i don't know where you are.
maybe it almost kinda sorta just about almost works out
that some people settle down
and other people disappear.
and maybe they're swimming in the ocean playing their viola
or they moved up to the mountains with a bunch of friendly anarchists.
bought a one way ticket out to rural california
where they off the grid and they bake their own bread.
but i don't know where you are these days.
i don't know where you are.
i don't know where you are these days.
i don't know where you are.
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13. |
The Best
02:49
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14. |
The Sunflower Field
02:07
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oh, i came to in a basement in wyoming
i wondered whose eyes were staring back at me
oh, i had fallen asleep in front of a mirror
and i don't need anyone,
i don't need anyone; that's what i said.
oh, i drove around for a couple of days,
and went and sat out on the beach all by myself.
a little seagull stole the sandwich i had been eating
and i don't need anyone.
i don't need anyone; that's what i said.
when my little bones brought me to carolina,
the ants in the sunflower field bit my feet.
i went to the piggly wiggly and bought some bread.
and i don't need anyone.
i don't need anyone; that's what i said.
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15. |
Lettuce Bee
01:17
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16. |
Mushroom Chaser
01:02
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While i was chasing mushrooms
down the Appalachian information raceway
a charming mono-sodium humanoid
came up to me and said
"I wanna find a forest
made of monochromatic
fuzz tone,
I wanna put my fist through
a brominated
partially hydrogenated
limited edition
kind of fungi"
and i said
"don't you talk about the woods like that,
go take your anger to the oldest pharmaceutical store
in the northeastern corner of rural pennsylvania
and demand to know where the culture went,
where the feeling went,
where the feeling went
where the feeling went..."
and the mono-sodium humanoid said
"build me a better language
grow me a sharper forest
build me a more endearing
god-fearing, disappearing
city skyline dust scraper."
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17. |
A Mattress Shop
03:13
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there's a mattress shop on 6th street.
it's past midnight and it's still open,
it seems they've added a bar.
and i can't see inside,
the windows are all blocked.
i jump off my bike and try wipe away
some dirt from the doorknob.
an unfamiliar face appears in the door
and says
"i don't know what you're looking for
but i ain't been drinking and i ain't lonely.
you're just wishing you were both."
just about that time, my eyes got all wide
and i ran to my bike and jumped aboard it.
while biking past the Wendy's,
some drunkard knocked me down.
and then i lie there quiet,
wishing i felt some other way.
an unfamiliar thought came into my mind
and then
i picked up all my stuff and left my bike for dead
right in the middle of the busy intersection
"no cars are out tonight," i said.
i move my hands a little slow
wiping off the dirt from my knees.
it's october and it's cold.
i won't see the little sun for months now.
and if i can't see my breath i must be a ghost,
but i can't seem to ever scare myself now.
i feel a little lost but mostly driven by
a pulsing dislocation caused by time.
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18. |
The Bad Instrument
01:08
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