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Yeats
02:10
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Hey Yeats you got a private island home where you can go when you’re down. But you’re constantly bummed out. Florida is shaped like a dick and I always feel like piss in it. I don’t know where you will go when you graduate and leave this town. Hemingway you were such a simple man with such a simple plan. How’d that work out? Your sentences were clear. Your lessons lived in plain sight. But, did such a simple life drive you insane?
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Talk Radio
01:16
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You’re always running on empty, hoping you’re holy, riding your bike everywhere because you have to. You’re always waking up in the cold; worship the sun god day in and day out, wishing for someone to hold. Talk radio to fill the space at night. Where’d all this time go? Should’ve spent it alone. I don’t know if you know but I don’t remember a thing. Don’t call me back: I lost my nerve, I lost my underwear.
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Hanging Over
02:58
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Shadow over Washington, you’re there hanging over everything. But I’m not sorry if it’s not the most respectful. Not sorry if I don’t need you. Yeah, get fucked. The songs we wrote together are now just mine.
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Smokes, Let's Go
02:49
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7th grade, boner. Could have used some smokes. 17, I left my home. I could have used some smokes. Made fun of my clothes. Man, that fucking blows. So, I changed my clothes. I could have used some smokes. Smokes, let’s go. Smoking spirits in your shitty car and your pricey tux. You want to be Hunter Thompson but you’re not shitty enough. Replace your foot with a claw (I’m talking a stainless steel claw). All our grandparents died from this but we still do it.
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Don't Scuff My 'Vette
02:35
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You’re not as sad as you were before you transitioned. You’re still sad but just not that sad. Not enough money to go to college and take sign language and the culture. I don’t sleep a lot when you’re away; I can’t ask you anything about where you’ve been. Fucked up, fixed up, kept up, kicked out of your own house where you grew up when you came out. You’re not as sad as you were before you transitioned. You’re still sad but just not that sad. No safety, no safe way to take T in your hometown. I’m so proud.
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Bird Bucket
02:09
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I want to be a lesson to a less and poor dresser. I’ve got shit that doesn’t matter. I’ve got Mick Jagger and Carrie Ann Inaba. I’ve got snap buttons on my pants so you can take them off when we dance. But, I don’t have the moves. I listen to The Beach Boys and I get fucked up on gin because God Only Knows what I could have been. You dance around the question like it’s going to crucify you. But, only dogs could be Jesus because no one is this pure.
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David & Kate
02:19
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Spend my Friday nights reading David Sedaris in the front lawn and you’re asking if I’m alright. Well, I’ll ask you the same question when I’m gone to Las Vegas to ruin all of my chances with the ladies. I’m still not real cool. But, I can’t dance the night away when you’re not in my arms, and I get heavy hearted when you’re in town. We’re going home. You were too much. You talk too loud and I can’t take it. Like Kate Bush you’re Running Up That Hill. We never quite slow down. We never give ourselves enough time to quite figure these things out. Yeah, and, you know me better than anyone. You know I don’t want to be alone. But, I can’t dance the night away when you’re not in my arms. I get heavy hearted when you’re in town. We’re going home, I was too much. I talk too loud and you can’t take it.
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Space Kush
02:41
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I don’t know how to love anyone, but I’m content with you. I didn’t know a thing about coffee until you taught me, but now I do. I want to go to Indiana: great plains, long stares, long stairs, blank stares, blank stairs. I want to read John Steinbeck in California.
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