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Sweet Temptation
03:54
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You're gonna need someone
need 'em bad
when the good book say, "keep 'em at bay"
it's all you craze.
You're gonna want somebody
want 'em bad
when the county claim "stay the same"
but it's a heady change.
You're gonna want somebody
Looking out for howling, bringing a sound to the air--
sweet temptation lay there.
You wanna tow the line
yeah, you want to brave it too
said need it bad, nah
put it down, nah
shoot it through
I wanna shoot it through
Looking out for howling, bring a sound to the air--
sweet temptation lay there.
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Sudafed and Batteries
04:49
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I was hikin' the hills of home, real poor and boilin' over
when I thought I spied somethin'
in the midst of mushroom huntin'
there appeared a hidden hollow, and I got a dream to follow.
You could hear that idea hatch:
perfect place to cook a batch.
C'mon boys follow me, we're gonna build a new machine.
All in all all you need Sudafed and batteries.
All at once I felt much better, returned to the Supercenter
penciled in a big vacation:
freshly tendered resignation.
Helped myself to a severance package, pallet of propane,
white-tipped matches. Lashed the bathtub to the donkey,
took a swig and fed my kitty.
C'mon boys follow me, we're gonna build a new machine.
All in all all you need Sudafed and batteries.
Friends are just a dime a dozen that's why I got three blood cousins-
one with a chemistry degree and two who just left the clink.
We set out and we got to, finished 'fore the night was through.
Chef served me up with a two-day taste... hoo!
C'mon boys follow me, we're gonna build a new machine.
All in all all you need Sudafed and batteries.
Upon further investigation, I gaze upon my new creation-
consistency was much too chalky-
ain't fit for the street market!
Did what any man would do, called a meetin' of my crew-
declared in a fit of haste, "None of this shall go to waste!"
C'mon boys follow me, we're gonna build a new machine.
All in all all you need Sudafed and batteries.
Sun went up and the sun went down-
god, what is that buzzin' sound?
Everyone was evil speakin'-
all the while was somethin' leakin'.
We stood by just gnashin' teeth, insatiable as ancient demons
'til I took that fatal toke, and the lab went up like a holy beacon.
C'mon boys follow me, we're gonna build a new machine.
All in all all you need Sudafed and batteries, and some other things too.
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4. |
Leaving Town
03:09
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ooh how the fields get to growing slow--
stunted like something's wrong.
And the hills are a guilty, lying youth,
and the catholic bells are crisp as hell
Now that I'm leaving town,
now that I'm leaving town.
Stumbling boys in the alleyway
are singing the song of the home team.
The windows are blue and the puddles are green,
and the stoplights move like many moons.
Now that I'm leaving town,
now that I'm leaving town.
The sundown's a ditty and the valley's a farce
and the web-spinning stitchers warn of wicked storms.
A mountain pass looms like a magazine queen
and the future's littered in real fine print.
Now that I'm leaving town,
now that I'm leaving town.
Now that I'm leaving town,
now that I'm leaving town.
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5. |
Grey Chrome Yellow
04:01
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Close the book tonight
I really wanna tuck you in real tight.
Tell me if you find cover.
Got you in the flesh o yes but are you awake now?
Daddy don't want grey chrome yellow for my gal.
Took you where the stars were shining
heaviest on a new moon
but I shuddered when you set to moaning
a little too removed.
Got you in the flesh o yes but are you awake now?
Daddy don't want grey chrome yellow for my gal.
So you got them ups and downers formally applied--
well they conquer all that ails you
and compromise your ancient mind.
Got you in the flesh o yes but are you awake now?
Daddy don't want grey chrome yellow for my gal.
Got you in the flesh o yes but are you awake now?
Daddy don't want grey chrome yellow for my gal.
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Echolalia
05:41
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Like a lone mammal AWOL
happened on a new, glassy pond
stared into his own eyes
everything shot on sight
shot on sight.
Blackened mirror, can it be
automatic shudder speed?
Stared into its own eye
everything shot on sight
shot on sight.
And it's all digital.
Analog to digital.
Preconceived voyeur make the
echolalia.
Stare into my own eyes--
everything shot on sight
shot on sight.
And it's all digital.
Analog to digital.
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La Fama
01:50
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Lease and Leave
04:55
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I lease and leave you honey always like I do
got more loving here than grizzly got to chew
we're moving it now.
Go get 'em cult man, burning down the list
wash your soul in the spit of every kiss.
we're moving it now.
breaking stride
cut that knife
breaking stride
fools in line.
Gasoline, heartbeat
inner things
inner things.
Whole grain, a full vein
inner things
inner things.
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9. |
Present-day Dinosaur
03:16
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Me n my gal Ida Ray went downtown to a diner
waitress come, say good morn, set the menu down beside her
and she took, took her time through the lines of appetizers
and it dawned, dawned on me she moves just like a brontosaur.
Well she cut, cut me deep like the spine of a stegosaur
but good lord, behind closed doors hear her roar like tyrannosaur.
And she swing, swing both ways, she don't behave,
she's an omnivore.
Here I'll stay with Ida Ray, she's my present-day dinosaur.
Well we moved, move along to the jamboree and the promenade
me n my gal Ida Ray, sweet as street corner lemonade
then she grabbed, grabbed my hand, twirled my round and round
the dance hall
with a tail, big and quick, knocked me out like an ankylo.
Well she cut, cut me deep like the spine of a stegosaur
but good lord, behind closed doors hear her roar like tyrannosaur.
And she swing, swing both ways, she don't behave,
she's an omnivore.
Here I'll stay with Ida Ray, she's my present-day dinosaur.
Then she leaned, leaned to me, said I believe we're compatible
and we beat like the wings of a Pterodactyl.
I said babe, that's a good point, like the points of a tricerataur.
She said, goddamn you're really smart I said I know,
and you're a dinosaur.Well she cut, cut me deep like the spine of a stegosaur
but good lord, behind closed doors hear her roar like tyrannosaur.
And she swing, swing both ways, she don't behave,
she's an omnivore.
Here I'll stay with Ida Ray, she's my present-day dinosaur.
She said, where you learn to talk like this?
Tell me now, you must confess.
I looked into her eyes and said,
m'am, I'm a dynocologist.
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10. |
Song for Viola
03:10
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Lo and behold
herein lies the joke--
what pleasure dome grows on a page
but the stage? But the stage.
I'm keen-eyed, look just like a duke
and in the round, bound to swoon--
so soon
had to.
Then came a role across alright
defined evening's showtime
aligned
miles away.
Save me one chord
your own take on hard lore
hard lore
hard lore
hard lore.
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Hold, take hold
round about the merry-go
crosstown vacant field lover
crosstown vacant field lover
tubes, watering holes
wanna take you home but no can do
crosstown vacant field lover
crosstown vacant field lover
no charge, no cost
we all get on and we all get off
crosstown vacant field lover
crosstown vacant field lover
my pa, he paved the way
and all I heard is all I say
crosstown vacant field lover
crosstown vacant field lover
and on these grounds I play and I'm
going there but not today
crosstown vacant field lover
crosstown vacant field lover
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12. |
Spare me Nothing
02:43
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Old friend, don't you wake me, for I'm seeing
compilations of the day in the most peculiar way.
Sunshine under water with a bend-
though quite limber she will claim,
I alone will watch her break.
Hold me down and run me through
pile it on
Spare me nothing all the damn time.
Headlong, past a new shimmering line
like reflections in a wake
to a town without a name.
Solo will expose another league
where the diver has the helm
not the slightest overwhelmed.
Hold me down and run me through
pile it on
Spare me nothing all the damn time.
Hey hun-- when you go you're never gone--
quite the opposite goes on
and I feel the final straw
sailing to an island that you hold
but I'll take this one in stride
keep it all aboard and capsize.
Hold me down and run me through
pile it on
Spare me nothing all the damn time.
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13. |
Thrift Store Incident
02:54
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Torn 'tween the UP and BNSF
Venice Beach left him with one pair of pants.
Back in the valley to study cartoons
saw him inspecting the second-hand shoes.
Wind-whipped and roughnecked and black bandanned
stubborn and ready like a rebel flag.
I listened close to all that he had said,
fixed on a peeper all purple and red.
"Pummeled by a whiskey-bent crusty was I
and left in the shadow of the rail yard to die
when all of a sudden I thought it divine
to make me some change and call a good time.
My lady drove 1200 miles
and what was Las Vegas is what we will hide
down in the Jameson bottle just cracked
enough to give us what we happened to lack.
And morning smelled sweeter than ever before,
and I realized room service was outside the door.
I ate 'til I couldn't and she slipped them a ten.
Yes, friends, we're moving in."
Now folks, here's the kicker--
the Summer before,
she had his belongings on the front lawn.
The police stood by and beheld the display
and truth told, she shoulda been hauled away.
But Springtime is ringing rekindling air
where the discarded turns into subsidized fare--
we sift and we rummage the bins for clues
'cause nothing is used when it's new to you.
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Gregory Rawlins La Grande, Oregon
Born in Bremerton, Washington.
**************
Member of Sons
of Guns (Seattle,/La Grande) Catskills
(La Grande)
and Foxgloves (Oregon)
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I love bonfires, books, the wild, fireworks, song & snorkeling in the Hood Canal in August.
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