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Jaw Juicer
01:54
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I juice my jaw... and then I drink... I never speak... of the things I think... and what I don't drink... goes straight to the sink... goes straight down the drain and turns in to black ink... that no one ever reads... no one ever sees... but me...
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Picture Show
02:16
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Why do some folk seem to sit and sigh... while others seem so vibrant and alive? If the same town blues are gnawing at you see a different city bring back something new... a means to push through... Why do some say life is passing them bye... when they could speak of the picture show and the ride? Well these times are fleeting but these bonds are real... this town's mostly numb... but sometimes it feels like home... I've been all across the states... but my friends light up this place... If I'm leaving it won't be today...
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Weeds
01:13
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Brain... generating hatred... so blatantly ah look at me I'm the fool you hoped I wouldn't turn out to be... and the joke's on me... I know you'll go... but does that mean that I have to... I think you should know... I got some shades won't appeal to you... In everyone you meet... you plant a seed... what will it grow to be? A mighty oak or a gangling weed? I planted a seed I planted a weed and now the joke's on me...
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Cletus Corn Liquor
02:56
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Red Rover
03:21
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Skipping rocks... On the highway... The asphalt's where the children play... Play hide and seek in the alley ways... Climbing up and down the fire escapes... Red rover red rover pulled a taxi over... In search of refuge in the hills... The children little children couldn't follow... As they watched an old friend head to a land with a canvas that spills... Eventually... The hills spill in to the concrete... This is where the children meet... To gaze out the maze at what could be...
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Signs In The Pines
02:15
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A froggy chorus sings in the night... And i lie awake... With something on my mind! I'm not free here... The fields, the farms, the woods... Say "posted no tresspassing," I guess it's understood... That's a mighty fine lake... Theres creatures in that brush... These trees were made for climbing... But the signs say do not touch... Well if you've got the money... Then you've got the land... What happened to exploring? These laws say that I can't! A morning bird song lifts my tired head... But lately i've been thinkin i'd rather stay in bed... 'Cause a fellow can't think with traffic in his ears... But nature is off limits... And explorers live in fear... So buy up the forests and sell off your soul... 'Cause if this land is everyones... Who's left to control? I'll leave my foot prints... On forbidden ground... And this land will be ours... There's adventure to be found...
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The Wallakazoo
03:10
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Keep A Cheerful Melody
02:23
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In the dark... Where the creatures creep and crawl... I'm whistling a tune... Nah I aint scared at all... 'Cause the moon is shining bright... And the stars are out tonight... I saw one of 'em shoot... Across the Autumn sky... And I called out loud... Ah what a sight!... Well it gets hard my friend but I swear that it gets better... Just try and keep a cheerful melody in your heart... Keep it with you through the stormiest of weather... This is the art of keeping from falling apart... Well my mother once said... "Never stop making your music"... If you've got something to give... You better go ahead and use it... 'Cause nothings set in stone... And one day you're bound to lose it... This too shall pass... Nothing can ever last... So don't dwell on the past... And don't forget to laugh... No matter where you're at... Keep that melody coming back...
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One Day
03:33
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One day... You will know... You will know all there is to know... You'll pass the time... And you will find that day that day will never show... Before you know you'll grow old the line will end it's your turn to go...
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