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cokeweedcrack
03:03
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Good things end. Just my luck. I don’t know if I have soul left to suck.
It’s all good, but shit ain’t right. How am I to cope with the end in sight?
Leave a stain, change my brain, be gone…
Through the night, we chased that bus. Will we ever know who was chasing us?
Spinning fan, bright white light, I’ll scream through my dreams or count sheep all night.
I’ll be numb. I lose track. I’ve seen my death as a heart attack.
Still, I will blow cokeweedcrack, if that’s what brings Milwaukee back.
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Magnolia
04:32
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You can put a man in a woman’s hand but he’s going to need to turn his head and cough.
An iron grip and pistol whip so she can lead you until you get those things clipped off.
Until you’re forced to finger fuck the hand that feeds you from the Olive Garden trough.
When she unlocks Pandora’s Box she’ll find you beating your head against the wall.
She’ll put your dogs in rubber clogs and charge admission to high tea with her dolls.
I’ll know you by the Croccs beneath the thin partition of the Wendy’s bathroom stall.
I let my foundation erode.
Running down the clock until I’ve found something that I’m owed.
It makes my stomach drop to think my appetite has plateaued, cutting out a heart of solid gold.
She’ll find a way to make you pay for every feeling you try to explore.
She’ll bob and sway like Sugar Ray and leave you bleeding, unconscious on the floor.
Until that day, do thank her for the gifts she brings you from the Cracker Barrel store.
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Sloppy Seconds
04:14
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Let it go. You’re trying to keep a dog that you can’t control and you’re doing it with a weapon that you’re scared to use.
Get away. Don’t try to be remembered by the notes you didn’t play or the Powerball tickets that you did not use.
I can see through the flames who can sit around the fire and drop names until their face turns blue.
Go on, make it easier on you.
Speak only words that I’m deaf to.
Hit the ground, take a good look around at what others in the crowd might do.
And when it all falls through? Hey, you can have my sloppy seconds, too.
When it ends, I probably copped out, but I never made friends just to feed them to the wolves when my tear drops dry.
When I’m dead, I may have got burnt, but I never gave head to the same motherfuckers that I despise.
I’ve left my wake, but to load another man’s gun with blanks is something I couldn’t do.
Go on, make it easier on you.
Speak only words that I’m deaf to.
See you around. I can smile and give a pound and even holler at your dirtbag crew.
And when it all falls through? Hey, you can have my sloppy seconds, too.
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I’ll hold every secret that you told, and you know it’s true.
HOT BLOOD GOT A MOTHERFUCKER THINKIN BOUT WHAT I CAN’T DO!
You can have any cookie that you want, but you can’t have two.
But if you hold the pain, then I’ll hold you.
I’ve never had any trouble being intimate, my balls ain’t blue.
The HOT SEX I’ve been having with the internet has boiled my stew.
Heavy pharmaceuticals rendering me impotent and I can’t screw.
But if you hold the pain, then I’ll hold you.
I’ve been cursed with a good imagination and so have you.
Grown men are supposed to budget their emotions, but I’ma let the oil bleed through.
Cool heads will try to keep me off the 8 ball, but I know where to aim the pool cue.
HOT BLOODED, WITH A ROMAN CANDLE!
Given the choice, I would seduce you with my voice, but I’m not that smooth.
But GODDAMN I can honey-glaze the ham when I hit my groove.
I see you purring like a kitten at the register, but I can’t move.
But if you hold the pain then I’ll hold you.
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Sister Marianne SNJM
05:04
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When we were kids, they used to have us sit face to face with a liar.
Who are you trying to kid? Go ahead and turn around and preach to the choir.
You don’t gotta worry I don’t think I’m ever gonna have a taste for the semen.
Big toke, blowing incense smoke up the tails of the heathen.
Now you want to draw blood from a demon?
Now and again, I lose another friend to the space that’s between us.
When they told us that the internet would save us, didn’t know they didn’t mean us.
So I’ll be sipping strictly from the liquor in the well if you wanna get frisky, but I ain’t trying to see a grown man cry into a forty dollar glass of scotch whiskey. Full of regret when death comes to kiss me.
But tonight I’m going to sleep like a baby.
Jesus Christ or Bill Gates will come save me.
Sister Marianne, we’ve got a long way to go.
We came in at the end of the world in which it paid to be a human.
Tech money would have probably swept us out if they knew how to bring the broom in.
Sit around putting eyes on somebody else’s photographs of nature, but the trees disappeared before I ever got a chance to get my name on the paper. Now we’re left to get high from the vapors…
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Butchie, Baby...
02:53
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Oh baby, whoever said no means no never heard of the edges of the earth I go. Terrified is the only face I know. I never feel guilty but the appetite comes and goes.
In the hills in the golden sunlit smog.
By the bay in an unrelenting fog.
In the kitchen in a downward facing dog.
I’ve been kicked around at work all day and now I get to be the boss.
Gonna make my dream come true. I’ve lost control and you should, too. Try to recognize all the work I do!
Big Fat Fanny from the Claremont 13th floor.
Peggy Pill Popper from the Sauvie Island shore.
Half Black Betty from the Canyon Country Store.
It’s all over, what in Heaven were you fighting for?
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D got shot by a goddamn baby.
Bam Bam couldn’t lay a hit from Safety.
Got a thousand people sweating bullets in the church.
Can’t somebody figure out that I’ve gone crazy?
My dick is too little for these stuck up ladies.
Now I’ve got to murder everybody in my school!
When is my McMansion going to be invaded?
I’ve got all my toys, but my blood ain’t sated.
Trying to see the president drowning in my pool.
Want to take my gun away you’re going to have to kill me.
I want to have the power of the man in the movie.
Maybe you can pull it from my cold, dead hand…
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Gentrification Song
03:54
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In the day when you eat what you kill.
Long way baby, roll with the wheel until you need not feel.
No, you need not feel.
From the bathroom floor I rise to inhabit everything to despise in a young man’s eyes.
Women and children must obey me. I never lend because you won’t repay me. No one will. My wife won’t lay me so now I’m at the mall with a doe eyed baby.
In the deed of every home I own is a legitimate claim to the throne. Every hour on the phone… Every stone I’ve thrown…
At the head of every deal I’ve made… I’ve gone to bed with any woman I’ve paid. It’s an honest trade. You’re a girl self-made.
Have you ever seen a feel good movie? The bad guy wins or the good don’t move me. I don’t steal. I win daily. First class hotel, real bad scabies. Maggot in your one free meal.
Caffeine addict, Yankee fanatic, front row at Broadway shows.
Art collector, image protector, stranger to all I know.
Back seat driver, urban reviver, frightened of hell below ;)
Evil doer, false believer, with a yellow labrador retriever.
In the day when you eat what you kill.
Long road people are going to get killed but you need not feel.
No, you need not feel.
I’m not a friend so you can’t betray me. I’m not going to end yelling “Jesus, save me!” Not my deal. Fuck you, pay me. I flip town homes, bitch, don’t play me.
Lie, cheat, rob, eat, steal.
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9. |
You Ain't Half My Woman
05:03
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Never gonna write another love song, no. Haven’t we got enough of them on the stack?
I mean for real, how many times we gotta hear about the “ones who got away” and how they won’t be back?
But let’s say I’ve got a woman so real that to say nothing about her or the way she makes me feel would make me more or less a liar…
My woman don’t kneel to no king. My woman doesn’t kiss the ring and she don’t shine shoes.
My woman reaches right past the ham. She’s not attracted to the antiquated glam of the profession that I somewhat do.
I’m only human meaning every now and then I get daydreaming on a hen and what it might feel like inside her or if I’m tall enough to ride her.
But you ain’t half my woman. God damn, you leave me uninspired.
These middle aged vampires in east L.A. will try to hang their hat on every word you say and every thing you do.
You think you’ve got them all on deck until they’ve got another lawyer wrung around your neck searching through the wreck when your personal check don’t go through.
You’re no longer in the client base. They’re not going to recognize your face the next time the company card gets used. You’re going to have to buy your own damn booze.
I only ever tell the truth.
Yeah, my stomach’s temporarily in a knot. Maybe you’re hitting on a fetish that I caught when the tide rolled through.
But there’s a body rolled up in your yoga mat and an illuminati eyeball in your avian themed tattoo.
If you would just call all them dogs off your gate I might could set that A1, upper middle class pussy on fire.
I don’t know… Maybe…
But you ain’t half my woman. Your services are not required.
You ain’t half my woman. Your draw is but a weak desire.
You ain’t half my woman. God damn, you leave me uninspired.
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10. |
I Am Not A Man
05:22
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Look at what I’ve rolled. Come share my common cold. I am complacent, uncontrolled.
My peers have all been had by somebodies dad. He is persuasive, they’re all sold.
I am irresponsible. I’ll drop the ball on anything and be that way forever more. Keeping all of my money beneath a pop out panel in the hardwood floor.
It’s all a game of chance. Roll the dice and prance along the cardboard to advance.
We both shot a glance at the man in the Zubaz pants who is playing pinball in a trance.
Thinking “I am sure that someone special is bound to come along who is going to finance this arrangement.” Then he’ll close his eyes and remember back to the hot wheels track in his neighbors basement.
As long as I can spend most days inside in one position, and never analyze my bad decisions, and never have to eat what’s in the box to get the prize inside…
I am not a man. I don’t have a plan or any ounce of self control. I’ve come to understand the success rates of a band while every child I knew is getting old.
Every grain of sand that slips between my hands I’m sure a monster will behold.
But I’m just too lethargic to put out for another man’s foolish gold.
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Butch Bastard Seattle, Washington
Butch Bastard is the moniker of Seattle-raised, Los Angeles-based musician and songwriter Ian Murray. Before beginning Butch Bastard, Murray was a core member of “Fleet Foxes side-project” Poor Moon.
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