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The Making of the Man
04:47
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Funny Feelin'
04:10
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I got a funny feeling that my arm is going numb, feeling funny like my time is gonna come
All the cells inside my body hurt, the sickness superseded
I’m shitting on the toilet screaming EASY EASY EASY EASY
Belly Pain, Migraine, Pepper Jelly in my veins
Cold Sores, Loud Snores, Could I be anymore
So, while moving I’m loosening holding visions in my breath
A stillness settling inside the seams of my breast
Eyeballs a-wigglin’, seein’ double vision’n
Oodles of pharmaceuticals and new prescription’n
Temperature taking temperamental because I’m aching
Wraps to Band-aids, Stand to Collapse
30 to 35 to 40 minute naps
I’m keeping it together the best I can
I’m keeping it together the best I can
I’m keeping it together like a tourniquet peddler that’s indebted
To say it’s all in God’s hands
My brain chemicals are not what they used to be
See things are changing despite the direction I seek
Funny feeling’ that my feets are asleep
Funny feeling’ that I’ve ventured too deep
I got a
Funny Feelin’
Feelin’ Funny
Funny Feelin’ that my bones will collapse
Fully feeling that I’m under attack
Fully feeling Fucked
Frequently crawling on cool floors
Recently talking with candor
Hold me I’m bawling now watch the snot pour
2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4,
P. R. O. B. L. E. M. S.
Emergency, Medical, Services
I’m shaking in sheets at night, screaming at beams of the morning light
There’s no use in trying
Even when surrounded by your friends and family whispering condolences you die alone
Even when you know it’s coming well then that almost makes it worse because then you know you’ll die
So know you die alone
Davy Crockett was a good friend of mine but when he died he whispered that he felt alone
Defeated by Santa Anna at the Alamo I rode behind enemy lines and walked home
I met a tall man named Paul Bunyan on my walk and he tailed me all the way to Fort Jones
But he cursed me as he left the arm wrestling tournament because I beat him after I got him stoned
I kissed babe the blue, “hold on to you! Don’t let that giant define your roll!”
Then I spit at the sky, God upon high! Why did you bring me just to leave me all alone!?
If you wanna go to heaven you better be a believer
or play paper, rock, scissors with Saint Peter
I don’t know how I got so lucky
I don’t know how I caught the monkey
If you wanna go to heaven you better be a believer
or play paper, rock, scissors with Saint Peter
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3. |
Natural Lady
05:16
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Don’t feel ashamed yeah
Love ought to leave you naked
We all got our animal aches
It’s true to you as it’s true to me
They’re gonna think I’ve gone crazy
That hardly bothers me lately
It feels natural with you lady
La La La La La
lullaby come round
High
enough to not look down
But I’d fall to kneeling and praising
I’d fall to leave my love waiting
It feels natural with you lady
Because you fill me up with light
I wish I could extend the night
Baby, I hope you never leave my side
Through all my patience you arrive
Our conversations feel so right
I will not waste a tear tonight, here tonight with you lady
Come on over love, love let’s, make it
I will not be the one to make you feel one’s been pulled over on you
She said “who are you waiting on”
He said “for the one with which whom I belong”
She said “you may be no longer waiting”
I used to love like a leech on a baby
So wrong but so tasty
But it feels natural with you lady
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4. |
Serenade I
01:35
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5. |
Cool Sparkling Water
05:08
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Summer creeping
Somewhere sneaking
Cool Sparkling Water
I’ve humbly been
Funneling the
Cool Sparkling Water
Ancient tasting
So hydrating
Cool Sparkling Water
Neon shining
Solo climbing for
Cool Sparkling Water
Beat into flux
No need to flush
Cool Sparkling Water
Oh thy faithful, overfilling. Fought through nature’s flooded bar. Leaking tongues will seek what every God bleeds…stolen water.
Someone looks so different
Someone took some… save some for me
Someone looks like they’ve been drinking water
Fire rises
But can’t get by this
Cool Sparkling Water
New sensation
Record breaking
Cool Sparkling Water
No more lies and
No surprises
Cool Sparkling Water
Mind your business
While I’m in this
Cool Sparkling Water
Sip on it
Something comes in the form of who says?
Sip on it
Slide it through grace
Believe it please because you got it all andale!
Believe it please because you got it all andale!
For your sake
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6. |
Pissin' off the Scene
01:38
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Pissing off the scene with a banger
Bringing off the scene, I’ve given it so many tries
But it does not seem to take, I contemplate the state of counterculture
Sing so many songs that the timbre is covered in disguise, then I peel back layer by layer so that the raw feeling can catapult you
The blues have sunken underground, country’s falling from the sky
White noise on the radio and boys and girls, jazz cats and vultures
I’d share with you a thought but they are in a short supply
As I speak, I think, I thought once, I forgot thinking’s a form of torture
Pissing off the scene with a banger
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7. |
Busy Bold Sounds
05:02
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I was born too late
But it’s too late now
Just a bony boy with nothing to follow
I said for heaven’s sake, I need some heaven now
Then I heard it on the TV channel
(Chorus)
Busy bold sounds
Please don’t say it’s almost over
Please don’t turn it down
Busy bold sounds
I’ve been waiting and anticipating for this now
It’d be just great
If the whole world came down
I’d hide under my lucky shadow
I said for goodness’ sake, I need an embrace now
Then I heard it on the radio channel
(Chorus)
Look at me momma who’s a poor boy now
You’ll never have another need to doubt
I hold my English pain in my American brow
Spilling out just not to pout
Pardon me city, I’m from no-go town
Pull the flag right out of the ground
I’m skipping to the tune from whom and where it’s bound. Everybody’s filing in they say, come on down
(Chorus)
Busy Bold Sounds
It’s just a feeling that I know I’m not alone right now
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8. |
Basement of Love
03:24
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Lately I feel you feel something
Divvying out, gambling your loving
Then you bounce back like trampoline on family day
I watch you like a hawk watches mouse
Like a portrait inside a haunted house
Can I confide in you brother
I believe that she’s being consoled through another
She says, “Dammit don’t worry about”
But I still worry about it anyway
Ahhhhhhhhhh
(Chorus)
Give it to me straight because I will not participate
Is something hidden in the basement of our love
I want to have faith but I don’t wanna speculate
Is something hidden in the basement of our love
Ball and chain, pink picture frame, Ahhhhh
The sheets are changed and I don’t wanna think about it
A new suitcase for a used embrace, Ahhhh
Goodness gracious I don’t wanna think about it
(Chorus)
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9. |
Softly in the Morning
05:52
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Softly as the morning comes and brings you here
Softly then the morning comes and leaves you in fear
Hardly given warning and the morning’s prepared
Softly will the morning come and leave you there
I believe things to be crystal clear
Night beams through the lightshade seems then near you appear
Alone with me with a memory to share
That of which I own but held within your care
Softly as the morning comes and brings you here
Softly then the morning comes and leaves you in fear
Albeit I’m mourning you with warning to spare
Stop me in the morning lest I leave you there
I have a few questions for you
Stemming from all that you’ve been put through
Now that you’re all primped up and groomed
Now that you got it all set up and in tune
I gots questions
Does the truth of the word follow through or in truth does the word follow you?
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10. |
Instrumental II
01:06
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11. |
All Form Will Fade
05:06
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From all that forms that form will fade
The day will fall back in place
Your eyes will fold, your face decays
The day of the final lay
Then we turn into to the things we crave
Taste your own streamlined escape
and you know
This is how you’ll look
This is how I’ll look someday
and you know
This is how we’ll look
When inches fall then so will weight
Don’t wave away you own stay
Why are all these letters being thrown at my face
Who’s got the bigger bullet when it’s bitter to the taste
When I stand up to say some things why don’t you look at me in my face!
You know the types that just take take take take take…
It’s the accumulation of people’s faults that keep me on my toes
The combined thoughts behind a squinting mind, behind thin eyes it glows
Black and white stripes, celebrations, coat tails feel the doze
The trees lay leaves in desperation upon the yard I mow
The inner spelling of the secret nuzzle split my side kick’s gift into five letter troubles
that of which he bore
The design was built upon and tired mind, an average snore
The teenage skulls look with wide eyes through the windows in the corner stores
but you know the score they’ll just want more and more and more, more, more…
MOMMA
You know, we know, we’re not what we expected
We’re just what we become
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