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KEEPER
03:17
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Sun is waxing and cutting in beams
Light seeker
I met one, she was as good as three
A true keeper
Felt the trap set down on me
Good trapper
By noon I could’ve had two or three red snappers
Finder, keeper, trappers, keep her, find her
Sun is waning and fading on me
Fade wholesome
All past thought has bled free from me
I’m never lonesome
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SPIDERBACK BOOGIE
02:07
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Big Tuesday night in Sunnyside
Bix still takes solos, I take the 7 line
Can’t keep it down, turn table spins round
Downstairs neighbor’s always angry
Going at the ceiling, broomstick, nightgown
Eat up the scene with shaky knees
Pass the bottle, see how you lean
Hunt and chew is what I do
I cast an eye and now my sights are set on you
Bix sleeps in Queens, Bix sleeps in Queens
Bix sleeps in Queens, so does my squeeze
One big party
Bix sleeps in Queens, Bix sleeps in Queens
Bix sleeps in Queens 7,7,7,6,5,4,3
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WHATEVS JEEZUS
02:22
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When I get upset or stuck in my head
When I get so down that… I don’t know…
When I get so… Whatever, jesus
When I get upset or stuck in my head
When I get so down…
I don’t know, I don’t know
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ICEBOX
02:11
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Head you round, walk you home
It’s always late when I’m alone
But indifference gives way and a soft spot seeds in
I don’t trust anybody not worn by it
This is just to say something got a hold
You’re so sweet and so cold
All of this and the plums I ate them up one by one
Forgive me
Wake up, think about you
Take a walk, far out
Take a walk, spread thin
Go home, think about you
Stay up, got bent
Think about you, sleep through
Spread thin, sleep through
Wake up, think about you
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OYSTER
02:44
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Put my head to the Earth, open my mouth
I’ll taste gold before common ground
In the sea is an oyster and oyster makes pearl
Put it on a necklace and give it to a girl
Aim for the sky to shoot down the sun
Now it’s dark for everyone
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NEW SANE SCRAMBLE
03:11
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-written by Jana Hunter-
This halo is a joke
A little hoax for parting ghosts
My momma told me so
She's dead; she ought to know
And if you see me
Walking down your favorite street
I'm only going to see
Little babies trying to breathe
This cradle is a tomb
An everlasting sense of doom
My momma's in her room
She's dead; she died too soon
And if you see me
Crawling out of your favorite tree
I'm hanging so delicately
There's no one that can save me
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SHOALS
03:22
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There in the water
I could live for days and days and days
He’s got a red house on the edge of the forrest
That’s New England living for you
She lives by the sea
Brews pots of coffee every time she sees me
Here in the shoals
I could live for days and days
There in currents
Out through the channels
Beyond the breakers
And into the drifts
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8. |
RILE UP
02:17
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I bought a rug for my love
She was excited, we decided to cut it up
I bought a rug for another love
She got riled up, I had to cut and run
I bought another for a lover
All the while she game me smiles, I had to roll her up
I bought a rug for my love
For each one a rug
Now I’ve got rooms and rooms of ‘em
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ENDLESS
03:58
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It’s a good start
But still aways to that endless part
To better space
It’s useless, I left it down there some time ago
You’re on it, I’m honest, too much so
I could sleep for weeks with that scent on my sheets
I could go years with out you, see no one, not eat
You could say it’s cold out
Meandering holidays
Leaves turn, you change, youth fades
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(analog waves)
00:40
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TSUNAMI RIFF
05:55
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Quake! Quake! Shaking up the coast of Japan
Sending big waves out in a fan
I start on the opposite side of the globe
We meet in the middle at San Francisco
Ride a cable car on the Mason line
Everything in North Beach looks alright
This is your morning wake up
Though it’s 5 AM
It’s on the news show, it’s on the radio
Run to wherever you can
I want to go to the beach
Japanese tourists taking photos of the sea
I just wanted to to wade out to my waist
I never thought I would die in this place
Cold salt drags and pulls me
I’m swept off my feet
There’s white foam over my head these days
I think I taste saline
I roll with the urchins on the seabed floor
All my neighbors have shells, I don’t need air no more
Even the white rocks by the bridge ask me
‘What was it like to live?’
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