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Crack the Egg
04:20
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As the light turns plum in the southern sky
I sit & strum as the sound goes by
The sun goes down & the chopper fades
I used to bike around that air force base
I hope wartime is not coming
Turns my mind dystopian
This century sure got us down
Wake me up in the next hundred, cryogenics!
I'm lost in my head again
The ideas just keep coming
Nothing ever seems to stick
Now I'm paranoid about getting sick
My mind is like a frying pan
Until it's hot I ain't cooking
Now I'm buttered up & sizzling
It's time to crack that egg open, omelette!
Work on! Work on! Work on!
Wake up, Work on.
Work on, put one foot in front of the other
When you put your shoes on try not to tie the laces in a knot,
mother fucker!
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Tiny Idle Jets
03:02
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Drive strait & narrow. Awake, aware. Considerately.
Fly savannah sparrow. Have no ego. Know the journey. No.
You know what you gotta do!
Find whatever best suits you
& don't be so afraid to know
the truth
There! Now that's better. Tea & coffee. Damn fine weather. The ringing in your right ear's back. Tiny idol jet's that will never disappear. Until you get it taken care of.
You know what you gotta do!
Find whatever best suits you
& don't be so ashamed to know
the truth
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3. |
Mass
02:28
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When I was 19
I went to church once
It was Mass, I felt nothing
My dad was drunk
but it wasn't so messed up
Just who he was
I watched him pray, he was crying. Tear's running down his face, because a day full of sin?
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4. |
Left Brain
04:31
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Am I breaking through this evening?
Is that color in the clouds?
How are we still dreaming?
Got so much breaking down
No idea to how, but there's new ideas to plow
Here's my left brain
Hard to explain
Filters everything
Stormy season in Middle Tennessee
(and I) got no reason to not believe in me.
Your confidence was strong (ah)
I need mine to be
but the night came creepin' on ya
Seeping with apathy
That's how I understand it
but I don't know a thing
I can't fathom all that pain yet
I showed you nothing
Here's my left brain
Hard to explain
Filters everything
Stormy season in Middle Tennessee
(and I) got no reason to not believe in me.
Wow, there's a lotta pain right now
Feels like years upon years since we played around in sound
Laughter was always present whenever you were around
We always seemed to find a way to shake that sleepy town.
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Sad Speller Nashville, Tennessee
Ambient bedroom rock. Striving for happiness. Fighting the worry. Forever sulking in the SSW.
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