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Bluegrass
01:49
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I wasn't raised on bluegrass I'm from the suburbs
I can't sing a song that I haven't suffered
I'm not united with the culture
I'm not entitled to the pain
And when I suffer, it's mild and wild and strange
Tried some cowboy boots, yeah, but they were useless
Listened to someone's roots but I'm still rootless
So I drove to the music store
They told me what I've been looking for
I needed something more
I was born on the open plain in the market
Submitted to the endless chain once in a Target
I was a bagger in a grocery store
Singing "That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore"
Till I was shown the door
I wasn't raised on bluegrass I'm from the suburbs
I can't sing a song that I haven't suffered
I haven't suffered
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2. |
Hum Alone Heart
03:12
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You're the bee's knees
I'm a snail in the snow
You're the breeze through the window
I came to get straight, to get loose
Don't I look great
In my new snow white shoes
I wish we could meet
Somewhere else like a mall
Where we could be like anyone at all
Like, "Been so long, my friend. How you been?"
"I'm fine. I'm on fire
I'm ready for the weekend"
My dear, my desire
Can you fit me in?
Don't let walls come between us
We still share a shore. You said it was a dream
The sand on the floor
I brushed off your knee
Like an old rusty dart buried in a bed of leaves
This hum alone heart hides up our sleeve.
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3. |
The Only Escape
04:51
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You're up against your own graffiti'd wall
Tag the skyline, you've seen it all
All you can see now in your crystal ball
are broken bottles in a hotel in Montreal
The darkest of dreams became a little too dark
You can't take the heat, you dream of leaving your mark
I wish you could start off for the country air
but the only escape is everywhere
The only escape is everywhere
you don't need magicians or millionaires
no use in wishing you could disappear
The only escape is everywhere
Starts with a wish on a morning star
as far as you've come you've only come so far
like a desperate extra in a film noir
pretending to sleep down at the end of the bar
This isn't a movie, this isn't a book
No one is looking at how tragic you look
The hook is almost in your hair
The only escape is everywhere
Don't have the time
I've been walking all night
Falling behind
beneath the lights of the neon sign
When the ping pong sing-a-long
is all you ever hear
When the slow hell hotel
is sliding off the pier
The only escape is everywhere
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4. |
Airport Boulevard
02:32
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Hold tight!
This old Volvo drives like
a rusty troubadour
at sunrise.
With wide eyes
we map the reservoir
and realize
we're on our own. Realize
we need each other more
than we'd like to admit
in the silence we split.
I know I'm in the passenger seat
but if you listen to me
I believe we'll make this flight.
So hold tight 'til the ends in sight
even if it's a temporary...
Hold tight! Don't let go.
It's the last night
we'll be alone.
Turn right
at Airport Boulevard
and drive.
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5. |
Chain Bookstore
02:50
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Sleeping in a chain bookstore
Dreaming about a civil war
How all the brave did fall
I woke up to your call
Left me lying in my bed
Circling birds overhead
I couldn't believe you said
You didn't want me instead
How could I fall so far?
You caught me off my guard
Cutting right to the heart
Fuck all the books and art
Just like old King Kong
Held a golden blonde
I was king on an ancient shore
Who woke up in a chain bookstore
Sleeping in a chain bookstore
Dreaming about a civil war
How all the brave did fall
I woke up to your call
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6. |
Battles of Norway
04:45
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Lost my line by the time I got on stage
Longer may they live in a song that
only comes in waves
You carry your battles a long way
Promises are better left unspoken
Longer may they dwell in a shell
Crossing the ocean
You carry your battles a long way
To the shores of Norway
Bury your treasures in lost bays
In shadows of long lost days
Wonder if the dream was a sign?
Maybe I'm just lost in the moss that
gathers in my mind
All the time
You carry your battles a long way
To the shores of Norway
Bury your treasures in lost bays
In shadows of long lost days
I saw the fallen flesh twisting in the snow
The souls spinning gold
I saw the ordinary blood along the shores of
Norway so ordinary
Will we all come undressed for ordinary beds?
Will we all head out west for more instead?
Will we all be bled on the shores of
Norway? So ordinary
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7. |
Etiquette
01:59
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When your childhood friend hands you his business card
On a Christmas night in your hometown bar
You'll wonder if this life has come a little too far
When he hands you his business card
Take it from his hand and look at the floor
He's more confident than you are
When you're drunk tiptoeing through your childhood home
You can stick it in your bedroom drawer
You can use it as a bookmark so when you see his name
You can laugh about what he became
It can level tables, it can cut cocaine!
Because it's quality stock and wood grain
When your childhood friend hands you his business card
He's still a good guy, he just works too hard
He'll remind you how the universe expands apart
When he hands you his business card.
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8. |
Other People
03:59
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I'm singing for the heart of someone
who's been bad to other people
Looking for a little more fun
to get his sad heart beating
Wishing he could travel through time
and just be kind to those that need it
I'm singing for the heart of someone
who once was blind; now he can see it
It was a long, long time ago
Now you're on your own
Stuck like a hotel window
It's everywhere you go
I'm singing for the heart of someone
who's been bad to other people
Drinking bottles in the hot sun
The plastic bag stuck on a steeple
Never listened to the Old
Though they told about the Evil
I'm singing for the heart of someone
who's been bad to other people
You know just who you are
Safe inside a bar
Staring at the fallen snow
You could go outside but no
I'm singing for the heart of someone
who's been bad to other people
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9. |
Drumkit
03:33
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Broke the end off the ending
Broke the bread of beginning
I am a sentimental scientist
Hypothesize what I must have missed
Dust off the drumkit
Aluminum, snare drum, floor tom, kick
We confessed unaware
Got undressed on the wave of a dare
Christened its crest on the carpeted stairs
I was scared of the love in the midst
Twirling its drumsticks
Aluminum, snare drum, floor tom, kick
Threw my sticks in the air
Gave it my all but I just didn't care
Dreamed of a city and the people out there
But the house, would it ever forget
The sound of the drumkit
Meanwhile back on your Dad's couch
Locking lips until someone said "Out!"
Walking back to your Mom's place
Unlit cigarette hung from your face
Love sure turns quick
Aluminum, snare drum, floor tom, kick.
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Chore Choir Charlottesville, Virginia
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