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Lament for the Sun
01:47
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I wish that I could look outside every single day
Sure I can, but I have to try, got nothing on my plate
Reasons turn to reasons not, happens twice a morning
Look at my feet then back at the sky, sun has gone away
My room feels so cold and dry, I don't wanna play
Your sky may be blue and fine, but mine is old and gray
Reasons turn to reasons not, happens twice a morning
Look at my feet then back at the sky, sun has gone away
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Arthropod
03:25
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When I came to be, like an old Norse god
I scuttled around like an arthropod
And I could have walked the land of green
But I'd never get back into the sea
Was it pity that brought you to me?
Or a sense of generosity?
When the land became of ice and snow
In a time not far too long ago
In a lake, once wet, now hard as stone
Is an arthropod with a Toblerone
I was hungry and I needed more
Now I lay confused on the ocean floor
Okay everyone, let's do the Arthropod! Follow me!
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Find your door and turn the key
Face the known reality
Love is not the answer to your life
Driving cars to gaze at stars
Always sounds so good at bars
Love is not the answer to your life
Raindrops on your windowpane
Film grain on your eyes again
Love is not the answer to your life
Every word is dialogue
Why can't we just sit and talk?
Love is not the answer to your life
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4. |
Backhanded Bastards
02:13
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I pour myself a little drink and then I howdy-do
Up to my local drunk shack
I see across the room, a group of individuals
Faces a mother couldn't love
They ask me what I do for money
My inhibition's peaking out
They say my shoes look awful funny
I don't get the joke
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The Day It Comes
02:51
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Chemically dead
Shine from above
I've made my bed
Took off my gloves
The day it comes
I'll be there
The day it comes
It's only fair
One day I'll see, in my misery
I was always there
One day we'll be a family
And I'll meet you there
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6. |
One Last Tide
02:28
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Hips!
01:28
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Looking at it from the waistline
Moves like a bent spine
A little cocktail of turpentine
Shake your hips like a snack
Sharper than a tack
Alabama alley cat
You get down like a snake
Handy like a rake
Quick upon the interstate
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Daisies
02:39
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Goodnight, day or morning
Whichever it may be
I know this seems sudden
But I saw it coming
The old saying goes
To reap what you sow
I ate from my garden
But still turned out starving
I want to dream, but I can't fall asleep
I want to mend, but I can't see the end
Not yet
Goodbye, dear sweet darling
I hear daisies calling
Goodnight
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Falling asleep at the wheel on a turnpike
Money for blood, everyone dies
Farewell sweet prince, we knew ye so well
How mighty, how strong, how unimportant you fell
Big as an ox, smart as a whip with a PhD
Who will we find to harvest the wheat?
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Decide to Think
01:51
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If I had a dollar for every coat that I found in a dumpster outside of my job
Then I could buy me four gumballs, or a picture of a jet
But the jet is fucking broken and filled with cigarettes
Probably not, but it's a real nice thought when I decide to think
A bike with a kickstand in the shape of a cross, and the Christ action figure's sold separately
A numchuck with a notch in it for clinging to a zipline and grinding away across the nation's pride
Probably not, but it's a real nice thought when I decide to think
If I had a dollar for every song that I sang that went nowhere but the back of a page
I could buy a big ol' cabin on the west side of the state
Probably not, but it's a real nice thought when I decide to think
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11. |
Natural Winner
00:57
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I don't make mistakes
Nothing on my plate
Ain't my life so great?
Watch me masturbate
I'm a winner
I won
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12. |
Rusty Razor Old
01:32
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I have seen it all before, rusty razor old
Not old enough to hide
Take this clover in your arms, let the roses lie
In life beyond your own
I'd never leave you there alone
Not alone
Find your shelter, drink your wine
All but intertwine
Save face, say your grace
I'd never leave you there alone
Not alone
I'd never leave
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13. |
I Would Make It So
02:07
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14. |
Nihilist Blues
01:42
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I know you think the world is on fire
I know because I think the same thing, too
Things look bad and things look rough
But I won't help out, I don't touch the stuff
I know you think exchanging money's bullshit
I know because I think the same thing, too
This costs five and this costs ten
Now we're adding up zeroes until the end
I know it sucks to face your every problem
I know because I have to do it, too
Mama hit dad and dad hit mom
One day they'll drop the atom bomb
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Tristan Smith Asheville, North Carolina
Tristan Smith is an Asheville-based songwriter, recording artist, and punk rock fool. He is not very handsome but decent at music.
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