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Georgia
03:19
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Georgia-
Georgia was your deathbed crowded
by many kids with palms wide out-stretched?
Oh Georgia #8 you sure found out
it’s only money you can live without it.
Oh Georgia #8 the only action you see
is on the street 180 degrees.
Oh Georgia tell your strange grandbaby
with the white trash grin to quit staring at me.
(to please stop staring at me)
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2. |
John and Donna
04:07
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John and Donna-
We’re all old men now.
Where did the nine years go?
We’re all old men now.
Where did the nine years go?
The more years you walk around
the more you think you know.
We’re all old men now.
That it unless you’re a girl.
We’re all old men now.
That is unless you’re a girl.
Then you’re a lovely old lady
you make a statue’s hair go curl
Old arms and old legs,
you’re all old and grey.
Your child hood’s so far away.
So sit and rot away.
Don’t listen to these words,
not a word they say.
We’re all old men now,
30 rings on a tree
We’re all old men now,
30 rings on a tree
The more years you walk around,
the more things you see.
An old man with an old lady,
there’s nothing else I’d rather be.
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3. |
Everett
03:42
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Everett-
Old Everett is 80
and the pepper is his lady.
Bu,t from a snail he couldn't save her.
So he won’t grow anymore.
He says he can’t afford
the heartache endured.
Nature has him disturbed.
In a parking lot kneeling,
with a flower bed feeling
for every weed he’s been killing,
another grows in the sun
to plague his only one.
His one and only one
Nature’s only son.
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4. |
Rose
03:47
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Rose-
Rose,
Give me some time?
Show me the way?
Show me the way to sweep
That’s better than mine?
I know you’re kind
but, rose it’s just sad.
The notes that you leave on the front porch
are just making me mad.
So much to see
and so much for you to do.
So, take your lunch orders
and be through
Rose,
I know you’re sad
but, no need to be rude
Roses they grow with water
but, people need food
So much to see
and so much for you to do.
So, take your lunch orders
and be through.
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5. |
breezeway
04:10
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Breezeway-
One, two, three-four, five-six, seven, eight-nine, ten-eleven, twelve.
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6. |
Richard
03:46
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Richard-
I’m paranoid and I’m looking
old as I feel.
It’s my luck, it’s my luck, it’s my luck.
The broad in the cut off jeans
is no friend of Charlie’s.
So, I sit in my folding chair
and pretend I am not there.
I’m paranoid and I’m looking
old as I feel.
It’s my boy, it’s my boy, it’s my boy.
When I am dead and buried
in the oddfellows cemetery,
I hope that I can leave my grave
and haunt with a smile on my face.
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7. |
Chuck
03:24
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Chuck-
Some birds have heart.
Some birds have a hole.
Some birds know the one
but, not you.
Some birds have a home.
Some birds have a goal.
Some birds keep their souls
but, not you.
No, not you.
Some black love.
Some white clothes
can bring you home
and send him below.
Some birds have a heart.
Some birds have a gun.
This birds gonna love his son
but, not you.
No, not you.
Some black love.
Some white clothes,can bring you home
and send him below.
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8. |
Larry
03:05
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Larry-
In my mind your heads already rolling.
In my mind your body is already frozen.
In my mind your brain magnets been stolen.
In my mind your blood is thick and stroking.
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9. |
Ken
05:32
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Ken-
If you call my name
in a different way.
I bet the same thing
will happen in the same way.
If you call my name
from a different space.
The loving in me
will come right to place.
If you called my name...
My baby sees me as a let down,
and I kind of feel the same.
But, I won’t be held down by this tank, no
by this tank of oxygen.
Man, if you’d seen me play
back in my younger days.
Man, you’d be amazed
that now I’m tethered to this tank.
If you called my name...
My baby sees me as a let down,
and I kind of feel the same.
But, I won’t be held down by this tank, no
by this tank of oxygen
Oh no...
My eyes won’t be weeping, oh no
and my mind won’t be sleeping, oh no
and my heart won’t be bleeding, oh no
and my lungs will be breathing oh no.
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10. |
Joyce
04:40
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Joyce-
I know I’m right, when I’m right.
I see my blotchy skin
and this bottle of butts that I’m snubbing out in.
He thinks we’ve got something, but there’s none.
I don’t know what it is
but, I can’t help feeling it’s dangerous
to be rolling around in a mind like his.
You have to keep looking to find.
I keep seeing angels, all the time
and a ball of fire in the sky
and a ghost is peeking through the blinds.
I know what I know, when I know it.
From the second seeing
or the praying part of the christian in me.
They help me keep being kind.
But, I just can’t do it
when I can hear his dirty words
and I can sense his dirty mind
I have to keep looking to find.
I keep seeing angels, all the time
and a ball of fire in the sky
and a ghost is peeking through the blinds.
( I can’t take this anymore)
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11. |
Charlie
04:06
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Charlie-
I’m paranoid and I’m looking
old as I feel.
I’ve seen the world
but, missed most
from the ballast of a boat.
And, I’ve put my memories down
in water and orange and brown.
In the oils I have around.
Before the cemetery tied me down.
I’m paranoid and I’m looking
old as I feel.
That’s my love,
that’s my love,
it’s my love.
She don’t come around very much
since my pension is all dried up.
I’ve got my cooking and cleaning up
and the painting is all I’ve got.
So this one belongs to her.
And this one’s an elephant herd.
And this one’s an ocean bird.
And this one’s a forgotten world.
That’s how it is, and how it was.
At least for us,
that’s how it really was.
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Built Like Alaska: a rock band from California. Surrounded by rolling pastures, a cold river, and stony foot hills, the band has developed their craft to reflect the scenery surrounding them. Bringing a rural perspective to sturdy rock songs, the music has been said to conjure images both "warm and rich as the central valley sun” and as isolated as a “mic stand draped in cob webs...." ... more
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