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we go swimmin in the summertime
when the weather is warm and the women is fine
you can find us out by the rivers and lakes
everybody be singing and half of us be naked
we'll carry on and on
drink all night and lose our voices, learn each others songs
we'll find the right in the wrong
and we'll never see another sad day we cant get away from
when the leaves fall off the trees
turn to red and orange where they used to be green
you can find us round a holiday fire
spikin the coffee, eatin pumpkin pie
we'll sing thanksgiving songs
about all the things we used to know
and the places that they came from
if you know nothing lasts too long
youll never see another dark day
you cant paint some color on
if were lucky we might see some snow
see our summer friends carol in the cold
we can count it down til the old year dies
while we all hold hands and sing for auld lang zine
for auld lang zine
its hard to explain but some things take a little bit of time
and for the rest of my life
ill take a cup of kindness yet from auld lang zine
in the spring when the mocking bird sings
ill pretend its a new song and i care what it means
for theres one thing that i know
whether we do or we dont grow old
is that the years they go by a lot faster than the ones that came before
the years go by a lot faster than the ones before
the years go by and now its my time to go
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Mama
02:49
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mama i know i told you that id be good
we both know i said id be lots of things that i never could
you know i never meant to break no thing by lyin
i just thought that i might never run out of time
so now im markin every minute down til the day i die
and before i go what i need you to know is that i loved ya
now were dancing like the first flame in a fire
we burn amber and ember all through the night
i never was too scared to leave my mind behind
from what i could take away you think i lost it all the time
and so ill write us a catchy chorus to sing to hell
bc i learned you cant get nowhere without help
so when i make it down there i wont sing by myself
and before i do what i need from you is...
there aint nothin out there worth findin
if you cant go out and find it for yourself
may burn some bridges wakin up out on park benches
but maybe someone on the other side will have a story to tell
when we all go to hell
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Tryin
04:33
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my mind wakes me up early in the morning
but my body keeps me down in bed
i picture my masterpiece upon the ceiling
and keep the words to my radio hits in me head
know there aint nothin ever quite as good
as you could imagine it could be
see me im a failure in a simpler state of mind
ive got nothin to show for myself or any of my time
but ive been tryin my best
and if i lyin to myself
i dont do it for fun
i do it because im to scared to quit just yet
i think i used to be the man that used to think
that he could be the man of your dreams
but now you wake in the middle of the night
youre pouring sweat youre shakin and youre cryin
and im terrified that i might be
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Notes From a Future Self
04:42
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you may be unhappy but you aint hopeless
you may be driven, just a little unfocused
maybe today is the day you say
youre gonna turn it all around
maybe youll answer a couple of phone calls
get off the couch and replace some light bulbs
tell everyone that you talk to
youre seein things in a different light
someday you might
when your mama says youre hard headed
what do you do but give her part credit
youre as stubborn as a mexican mule in the midday sun
like youve been overworked and under appreciated
and aint never gonna learn a thing from anyone
what have we done
you make a list of things to do
though you know youve already done em
is it crossing through the words
somehow makes you feel productive
you could read more books, make a name for yourself
collect the data and crunch the numbers
find more time for the folks that you love, try and be better
and try to be nicer just because
practice patience slangin dranks in dallas/austin
and hunger on the road
find humility taking other peoples problems in as your own
get off a gas station graveyard shift 100 miles north of amarillo
and youll see the sun keeps comin up
and it dont matter what you think that you know
you abuse yourself physically
tryin to free yourself up a bit mentally
but then you see that in the mornin time
that youve got more fuckin questions then youve got answers
so you collect your thoughts and then you put it all on paper
just to toss it aside and then find it a few years later
and by the time you pull out them old notes that you wrote
you see that the handwritin hadnt really had to change much
what do you think youre tryin to say with such
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Yesterday
03:07
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yesterday i killed my brother
bc we cant ever seem to agree
i buried him under the rubble
in the place where my heart used to be
is it a sin
to murder for your country
whats the use
the bible says im unclean
but the president assures me
that god is on our side
just this mornin i called my mother
she said boy we sure are proud of you
proud of what i had to wonder
bc this killin gives me no sense of pride
just this evenin i ran for cover
bc i cant stand to see more people die
society calls me a coward
youre goddamn right i am petrified
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6. |
The Luckiest Man Alive
03:20
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he was born on a monday afternoon in late july
with his eyes wide open and a warm light glowin
in the corner how could he cry
for he saw papa take his mamas hand and hold it tight
somewhere he can still hear him say i must be the luckiest man alive
by the time that baby boy had grown to be a half pint of a man
hed learned all him manners well and the prayers had come second hand
hed walk in thought a lot and talk with all the folks on sundays street
and on his 18 birthday in the gutter find the missin numbers to the lottery
in the light of the day
or the darkness of the night
where the good luck goes bad luck does too
for the luckiest man alive
he went to tell his pop and sister how there troubles had all been fixed
how theyd never have to worry, need, or exhaust themselves again
thow he hope had come back through and his kids would be alright
but i guess you never know when you will and when you wont make it through the night
id like to think that luck is just product of place and time
and id like to think that well all be together when we die
id like to think somehow, someway, someday,
that everything could be alright
for me and the luckiest man alive/
i guess well have to wait and see
he was born on a monday and on a monday he would die
a young man buried in an old cemetery dead leaves on either side
from the pews pushed to the alter to the lawn chairs by the street
theres ten thousand dollars cash strapped to the bottom of every seat
see theres a light in the darkness
and a darkness in the light
where the good luck goes bad luck does too
for the luckiest man alive
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Dont Wanna Be Me Anymore
03:28
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i woke alone and half drunk again
dont know if i still have any friesnds
but i proceed to wake up like its what i want
cant recall the places ive been
i cant quite tell what kind of shape im in
and if i could you think youd really want to know
i dont think i wanna be me anymore
i see the things that i do to myself
and have to hear about the ones i do to everyone else
and im sorry if sometimes i seem insane
medicate my need for more
from the moment i wake up until i hit the floor
and i dont know if its right but thats the way that it goes
i dont think i wanna be me anymore
still cant weigh my wrong from right
i bit a hole im my tongue so i could speak my mind
and i guess i could be sorry for that too
how come we only hurt the ones that we say we need to love
and theyre the only one that could hurt us too
tell me how much fuckin sense that makes to you
i woke alone piss drunk again
may have lost the last of my friends
but i proceed to wake up like its what i want
whats the price to pay for your sins
when you stay in the state i stay in
i think i might but i dont really want to know
i dont think i wanna be me anymore
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Mr. Saltnsugar
02:58
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if you meet him youll see hes a hand full
get to know him and you will curse his name
but hell be there when the cursing is over
or when you looking for a person to blame
he dont tell you what you want
but what you need to hear
god can bless him
but oft i damn him for that
see he may help drown sorrows
tell you about all them tomorrows
but hed pick a fight with you
just to see you mad
he sings there aint no use in talking bout it
aint no use in fallin out of shape
when it dont turn out your way
you could lighten up the load
let it slide right off your shoulders
or find a bottle and try to hide
while youre seachin for the signs
and you keep on tellin time
its gonna be okay
honestys a policy hed die by
and may be loyal to a fault
so dont cry to him askin
what to do with your wounds
bc hell laugh at you and pass you the salt
but later on down the line
when youve moved on and started anew
hes gonna look up that young girl that broke your heart
hes gonna walk down the drive in the middle of the night
and pour sugar in the gas tank of that ladies car
when youre at the end of your rope
and youre hangin by a thread
just spendin all your livin time
just wishin you were dead
go meet your maker
or maybe instead
you could sing along to the words
that mr. saltnsugar said
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9. |
Lonnies Song
04:09
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everything has changed
aint it awful how nothin stay the same
the color fades
no matter how thick you cake on the paint
i keep my head down in my hometown
with the fear of bein seen for what i really am
and seein what the folks i used to know have become
what have i become
the rain came down
and i stared to the sky
and i realized that all my friends
are gettin married now or theyre dyin
and im still tryin to get out from in between
the mess you see in front of you
and the man you think that im supposed to be
who am i supposed to be
what a wicked world
the way it winds and weaves the road
takin me to places in my head
i never said i wanted to go
im havin trouble friend
and im wishin you were near
but its okay i can keep it together
i know you just couldnt be here
the whole state went under water
and i was baptized from the narcissist i once was
but i need attention more than ever
now that im losin my self and the ones i love
but that the cross i carry
and it may bury me with the weight of
trying hard not to care
but still needin all of yall to know name
what is my name
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