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Turbo Pastel
00:48
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Delavan, WI
03:25
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‘Bout time they got hitched
My best boy’s made up his mind, that’s it
All rise for the perfect fit
And I played this song as she walked on in
Another time in another life
When I stood hip high, me and Ma taking long drives
Singing Jingle Bells loud on a summer night
Haven't made her as happy since
More than a few years down the road
Me and the boys on a stage, ready to go
Playing songs for beer money to some friends we know
Don’t think it ever made better sense
I could sit here trying out my complaints
Or loose sleep here lying in the bed I made. But, I ain’t
Hold on boy. What do you got left?
That feeling hasn’t left you yet
Last up is when they get your best
I bet, I bet, I bet, I bet
The last call that you’d wanna get
Mama warning there ain’t much time left
Heel to steel to her old man’s bed
And when the good lord took him my grandma said
“All these years and he didn’t need a tune
But, could you sing something that he woulda knew?”
It was Amazing Grace but I barely made it through
Singing that old song for him was the best that I could do
I could sit here trying out my complaints
Or loose sleep here lying in the bed I made, but I ain’t
Hold on boy. What do you got left?
That feeling hasn’t left you yet
Last up is when they get your best
I bet, I bet, I bet, I bet
Hold on boy. What do you got left?
That feeling hasn’t left you yet
What you got ain’t what you’ll get
I bet, I bet, I bet, I bet
Oooooo you said it
Now give it one more try, next time you’ll get it
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3. |
Maureen
03:23
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Maureen cut my hair and now I’ve got a little more confidence with you
I just read through the message I sent, and you got
And there ain’t a man who could find words he’d rather use
It’s true
I made a list in my mind of things to say to you
Never found silence any use
I’m wearing my best tonight and found something to do
And that's where this plan unwinds. The rest is up to you
It’s true
So what do you say?
Let’s ditch this place
I filled my tank up yesterday
Left hand on ten
Right arm on you
Go on and play me all your favorite tunes
We’ll still be singing when we’re out of view
I’ve been my own man now since another cut me loose
Walk with your head up high
Let your lovers come to you
But then you flew on by
And I was raised from my remove
Reached for my net and since I’ve been chasing after you
It’s true
So what do you say?
Let’s ditch this place
I filled my tank up yesterday
Left hand on ten
Right arm on you
Go on and play me all your favorite tunes
We’ll still be singing when we’re out of view
Out of view
That’s me and you
Out of sight and out of view
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4. |
midwestern sensibilities
03:07
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He decided once to change his mind
And by their huff and gaul you'd have thought he’d moved on the neighbor’s wife
They tell me that a strong man sticks to his guns
But ain't it weaker to dig in, when you know different, then go and hurt someone?
You won't be outdone, huh?
Back to back or eye to eye
I ain't here to change your mind
There's no trick to it
No other way but through this
Can I get just a moment of your time?
No man I have ever known is pure as the driven snow
My skeletons hung in a row
No donation box for these old things to go
Do you like what you're listening to?
Do you trust what they say is true?
Do you want what's best times two?
Tell me just what makes those fools different from you
Yea you
Back to back or eye to eye
I ain't here to change your mind
There's no trick to it
No other way but through this
Can I get just a moment of your time?
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5. |
Babble on
02:26
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Jim’s been spending some time on the internet
He sure likes that Q, and thinks the world is flat
Tell him otherwise, and he’ll have none of that
He’ll tell ya to use your eyes, and get a nice tin hat
My neighbor read the paper
Now he's scared to death
Losing sleep and counting sheep. Forgot to check his breath
Mad as hell about what's going on. Just pick a side, and sing the song
But with that one step forward, could you take two steps back?
Sometimes I pay the world no mind
Let them rattle on ‘til their face is lined
Come on in with who you’re with. We’re doing alright
Take a seat and lighten up and leave the preachers outside
My old man will tell you just how it is
Some good old boys never know just when to quit
So, how long will ya be goin on?
You’ve got my ear. Don’t get me wrong
Don’t mind me while I take a seat, while you’re taking your time.
Babble is as babble does
Babble on just because
Babble ‘cause it makes you clean
Babble when you’re feeling mean
Babble with your best of friends
Babble at the worst of them
A babble a day keeps the doctor away
Nevermind that your head is now scrambling eggs
Sometimes I pay the world no mind
Let them rattle on ‘til their face is lined
Come on in with who you’re with. We’re doing alright
Take a seat and lighten up and leave the preachers outside
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6. |
A wig on the highway
02:41
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There's a wig on the highway tumbling
Old man in a drop top is bald again
He’s got a hot date. But, he’s gonna be late
Gotta keep that ruse of youth on thick
Young couple, all smiles, as they come on in
Quick hugs, kick your shoes off, the fun’s beginning
But, right before they showed up she said she’d had enough
Time to check the news, time to straighten up
But looking at them you’d never guess
Step right up and witness something right on
Watch how he just glides along the stage
Good for driving long miles, or a fight song
This boy’s kicking out truths worth twice his age
Hair gel, sunglasses, and a big shit grin
He’s gonna show you the way to get rich with him
In his six part series, there's a six step tip
He’s gotta peddle those tricks, and peddle ‘em quick
Cause that little sports car has got a lease on it
Step right up and witness something right on
Watch how he just glides along the stage
Good for driving long miles, or a fight song
This boy’s kicking out truths worth twice his age
Step right up and witness something right on
Watch how he just lights up on the stage
Behold wonders not seen since a time gone
This boy’s gonna be something someday
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7. |
Bowerbird
04:39
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Go and tell your friends that we weren't right
That I came in way too hard
That I went and acted like
You and I were something the world should see
That no one else could be right for me
And you'd be telling the truth
Just like you said you'd do
You can’t pin this all on me
Setting fire to us took two
There's just one more question I’m asking you
So why can’t you just even up?
I’d lie if I said I was over us
Tell me to move on
Tell me this wasn't it
Tell me just one time
So I can forget
Baby why can't you just even up
You up and left like you’d never heard of me
I figured I hear from you in a week, to get coffee
Just to say you were done
I was wrong
There’s a saying that some folks say
That if you love something let it go
And it’ll come back when free
But if she dont, let her go. It wasn’t meant to be
Still after all this time I’m standing by
Waiting for that phone to ring
So why can’t you just even up?
I’d lie if I said I was over us
Tell me to move on
Tell me this wasn't it
Tell me just one time
So I can forget
Baby why can't you just even up
I didn’t mean to hurt no one
My wild heart was on the run
I picked you up and pushed my luck
And with the pedal down I froze up
I know you weren’t asking for much
And that I left you high and dry is enough
I wanted wind in our hair, Hearts burning up
You needed time to tend the seed in us
But why can’t you just even up?
I’d lie if I said I was over us
Tell me to move on
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8. |
I'll call now
00:46
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9. |
Presto
03:15
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I’ve been reading the news, and it’s freaking me out
All these clarion calls got me carrying doubt
Won’t you talk to me dirty with those post nominal views
Tell me why I should worry, and what's a bad tan suit
Attention fellow shoppers, yes I’m talking to you
Don’t miss your chance at getting truths from our phenomenal few
We got some new attitudes
Higher ways of being
We’d love to sell you our secrets, but first allow us permission
Don’t ask me
I can’t tell you nothing
Don’t ask me
You’re looking for something
They couldn’t care in the least
I heard them on my TV
Subverting the hell out suburban lifestyle dreams
I am all that I see
I found some things to believe
I love the way that he talks
I think he’s talking to me
This one here ain’t housebroken
Apologies the counsel’s spoken
Sign Harper’s Letter
Pay that postage
Put that in your Tweet and smoke it
Don’t ask me
I can’t tell you nothing
Don’t ask me
You’re looking for something
Don’t ask me
So what’s it to ya
Don’t ask me
Presto a lotta blah blah
Don’t ask me
I can’t tell you nothing
Don’t ask me
You’re looking for something
Don’t ask me
So what’s it to ya
Don’t ask me
Presto a lotta blah blah
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10. |
Snake Pit
03:00
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Listen up. Quiet down
Big man here ain’t got a lot to do
He’s got a lot to prove
Got the gospel truth
All eyes and I'll be watching you
Big money, too much time to think,
To ya hayseeds drippin elbow grease
What’s this that you thought you knew
This crystal ball might be too much for you
Stone me baby
I Can’t quit wondering where he gets this from
Can’t tell me I’m the only one
More or less this is more for dress
And sugar, honey, ice tea probably for the best
Take my hand. Won’t ya let me lead ya down the garden path?
Here she comes
There he goes
Round and round
It’s one of those
Count it up
You should know
Love me not
Let me go
Been living with your ghost
I should care but I don’t
Time will tell
Truth be told
Love me not
Let me go
I see those big brown eyes flashing Paris green
Doornails to a diamond ring
This fancy Dan might know something I don’t
Who made him king?
Hatstanding on a crowded street
Little lies keep ya on your feet
That’s funny and enough for me
We got nothing for money. It’s no trick to see
Here she comes
There he goes
Round and round
It’s one of those
Count it up
You should know
Love me not
Let me go
Been living with your ghost
I should care but I don’t
Time will tell
Truth be told
Love me not
Let me go
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11. |
Go home, Jacob
03:38
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It was a week like no other
Not a stone left to be hurled
All the Neos on the southside were clutching tightly at their pearls
The precinct’s lit the fuck up
Change is heavy in the air
45 is aping Florida’s best
Won't you keep them in your thoughts and prayers
Held up in the tower
Dealt a hand he’s playing blind
Sat a man at the reigns of power
That grip he could not find
Time is nigh for thy confession
It's time for shooting strait
We’re standing in the road paved with your intentions
We’re standing at your gate
Go home jacob
We found another way
Go home jacob
We heard all what you’ve got to say
Go home jacob
This is where we draw the line
Go home jacob
Yea we’re doing this tonight
Alright
When voices ring like thunder
Watch what's melting in your pot
We got a chicken in every bunker
Did your best? No you did not
We’ve been watching all your planting
But these crops, they do not grow
Sometimes to grow big and tall, you’ve gotta eat your own
Go home jacob
We found another way
Go home jacob
We heard all what you’ve got to say
Go home jacob
This is where we draw the line
Go home jacob
Yea we’re doing this tonight
Alright
Go home jacob
We found another way
Go home jacob
We heard all what you’ve got to say
Go home jacob
This is where we draw the line
Go home jacob
Yea we’re doing this tonight
Alright
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12. |
Rows
03:09
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Another day another dollar in the county seat
This town gets to be too much for me
Came for the thrill of it
Stayed cause I can’t quit now
Been wondering how I started this
Letting it rip past the city limits
It’s just that smell of cut grass on a diesel wind
You're asking what I miss most?
Where should I begin?
Have you ever walked the rows just to think?
In early July I wonder
Could it just stay knee high all summer?
A little piece of heaven, don’t blink
Or it’ll be gone in a moment
Even a rodeo rider can’t hold it
I’m gonna drive at dusk
Down a two lane road
Elbow out the window
Flying solo
It’s tough. I can never get enough of this
Some things motor on
And some you don’t forget
The ones that keep coming back never made much sense
County fair, 91’, seeing Randy Travis
Me and Ma in the bleachers just singing and laughing
Have you ever walked the rows just to think?
In early July I wonder
Could it just stay knee high all summer?
A little piece of heaven, don’t blink
Or it’ll be gone in a moment
Even a rodeo rider can’t hold it
Can’t hold it
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13. |
David's ankles
06:25
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There's another way of being, I’m reminded
When I find the puzzle on his face
Angry at the world for zipping by us. We’re all the same
Eye to eye I find a man defining
What he seems to think he sees in me
And while it’s true we’re all sums undivided
Leave that summing up for their news reports
And best dressed magazines
Look at you being you beneath that big bright smiling moon
Shine your light on my offenses
Careful what you get yourself into
Look at you being you
Look at you
Angry as an old oak who’s long abided
In ground he found an age ago at least
Tattered from the changing winds of time
Scattering the young amongst his angry roots
A new crowd. Better things
Hurting from a wound he chose to hide
Walking with an air about his ways
Around town he's read as uninviting
It ain't about you son. You and I, we couldn't know a thing
Look at you being you beneath that big bright smiling moon
Shine your light on my offenses
Careful what you get yourself into
Look at you being you
Look at you
Its you, them too
Its you, them too
It’s you
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