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Bolivian Jokes
02:20
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34 Rhymes
05:06
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The recurring novelty of the day of my birth prompts a message from you
Should I respond you'll lure me back with your adhesive slew
But these compounding hours are leaving me sour. Still no word from you
A bitter batch of loathing stitched in your woven fibrous, cotton mesh
Your golden lined vinyl tablecloth has never even felt a plate
The cash box attendant cakes on her face to hide her husband's mistakes
A bitter old man sits on his ass as his wife walks the dog
A leash with no end always takes her back home to a reluctant friend
Sitting in the armchair he fingers through his thin, he blames it on her
A Bitter batch of loathing stitched in his swollen lack of success
This knot was once doubled now it’s doubled over and unraveling ties
Left with two ‘fraid ends dangling free with no place to reside
Confliction by a cold wind didn’t justify your painful means to this end
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Groundhog's Valentine
02:33
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The recurring novelty of the day of my birth prompts a message from you
Should I respond you'll lure me back with your adhesive slew
But these compounding hours are leaving me sour. Still no word from you
A bitter batch of loathing stitched in your woven fibrous, cotton mesh
Your golden lined vinyl tablecloth has never even felt a plate
The cash box attendant cakes on her face to hide her husband's mistakes
A bitter old man sits on his ass as his wife walks the dog
A leash with no end always takes her back home to a reluctant friend
Sitting in the armchair he fingers through his thin, he blames it on her
A Bitter batch of loathing stitched in his swollen lack of success
This knot was once doubled now it’s doubled over and unraveling ties
Left with two ‘fraid ends dangling free with no place to reside
Confliction by a cold wind didn’t justify your painful means to this end
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Everyone stares when you walk in the room
They stare when you go
You've got so much control
How could anyone say 'no'
They rarely do, that's why you're you
And why you're winning
And I don't even miss you at all
No no
Caught in the light, he would idly spin
Your skeleton ring
See it shine when you sing
To the window with no meaning
From Tennessee, your harmony
Would leave your spirit
And I don't even miss you at all
No no
Silver the shores of isles up North
Boulevards of dancing boats
You keep the old ember burning
With meadows in mind
As the coaches go by
These thoughts of you will die
They rarely do, that's why you're you
And why you're winning
And I don't even miss you at all
No no
Silver the shores of isles up North
Boulevards of dancing boats
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5. |
Electric Blankets
02:39
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6. |
Whales
03:25
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7. |
4 F
00:55
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8. |
Lehman Blues
02:44
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How do I get drunk tonight? That’s the question on my mind
Gonna steal my father’s wine Gonna drink a beer or nine-
Ty two (too) much booze
I could chalk my license or just get high
Break a few laws just to cloud my mind
Things get boring when you’re back at home
Help me find my lighter, we’ll roast this bone
Pull the cork, misplace the bottle
Pop the tab, knock it back full throttle
Brett walks in and crashes on the couch
Emptied my bottles, that gargantuan louse
I’m half dead, wasted and dry
Lick drops from this bottle until I die
Who’s gonna bury me? Let’s dig up some dirt and see
Or maybe I’ll just burn, throw my ashes in an urn
(earn) a dollar, die tomorrow
Earn a dollar, to die ‘morrow
I’m just one legal year short
Of easily partaking in my favorite sport
But the GPA reads a different story
I should buckle down and avoid the liquid glory
Have I learned my lesson? I think so sir
If you’re gonna give me one more shot then pour it right here
A: I’m drunk B: In love C: It’s fate D: All of the above
Fail this test, succeed at school
Cut class, smoke cigs, you golden fool
How to get drunk off my mind? that’s the question of the night
Gonna steal my father’s wine, gonna drink a beer or nine-
Ty two (too) much booze
Too much booze
Too much booze
No such thing as too much booze (earn a dollar, to die ‘morrow)
No such thing as too much booze (earn a dollar, to die ‘morrow)
No such thing as too much booze (earn a dollar, to die ‘morrow)
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9. |
Fumigated Mushrooms
02:24
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Gonna climb the oak trees
Wanna smell some flowers
think I'll sit in my yard and watch the birds for hours
Glide through the meadow and inhale all the pollen
think about the names the wind keeps callin'
Trek throught the forest
traversing all the ruts
where the motored monsters churned the path to mud
Lifeless Lying in a treadmark
Drowned in the run-off
Sprawled across the whole of his home
Silence keeps his mouth shut
Trudge through the forest
inhaling all the fumes
They just wanna go fast and that's their best excuse
Engines stalling in the midst of a shower
these men recede to nothing without their horse power
Sucking through the mud in an effort to dry
cold shoulders shake the advice off amphibious tribes
Fumagated mushrooms
resting on the dish
stale and dry lack luscious
initiate the switch
Frantically pushing through the tall grass
Waiting for something to attack
Pupils dilated and the windshield's cracked
get the hell out of here never to come back
Lifeless lying on the cold ground
undetectable by the blood hound
Sprawled across thier faux home
don't forget the dead mouse
These cheese has curdled in this labryinth of maize
creatures harvest bones of men who died in vain
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10. |
Long Boarding
01:27
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left without a matress
on the floor again
skinned elbow burning
shoulda listened to my friend
the trees shake out all their birds
their songs won't slow my wheels
lying on the carpet
wish i scraped my heels
The bearings are all twisted
my kee's in a knot
Red stains the pavement
My hand looks like it's been shot
A breeze cracks a joke
four eggs fall by my side
Golden yolk's are draining
guess i'm lucky to be alive
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11. |
Innocent Son
04:00
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You left me there
Waiting at the bottom of the stairs
with my eyes closed
Holding my right hand in my left
there is no time for hesitation now
you come or go
or go
Rustling leaves,
Falling beside me on the ghost of a morning.
Riding in sorrow to the harbor
Far behind oh me the bodies of my friends hanging alone alone again
Some twisted thorn tells me you saw me in the night with another
Keep all my promises to break them
I am no, oh no, Innocent son. you run rabbit run
Read more: Fleet Foxes - Innocent Son Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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12. |
Birds (Neil Young Cover)
04:34
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