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City Sun Rise
03:03
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City Sun Rise
Well said, solar plexus
You would’ve loved my mom
I live in Austin Texas
I fall asleep at dawn
In the city sun
In the city sun rise
The city sun
High five the Uber driver
He’s gonna drive me home
I’m alive, but I’m just jiving
It don’t matter no more
In the city sun
In the city sun rise
The city sun
Long nights are lonely and silent
Scariest places I know
I’ll Mac Tonite along the Sixth Street lights
At least I won’t be alone
Until the city sun
Until the city sun rise
The city sun
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Kolache In The Closet (Suave)
Let your eyes adjust from the shadows
Let your eyes adjust form the shadows
Kolache in the closet
Behind the totes
We live in the middle of the metro
We all have lived in the ghetto
Kolache in the closet
Trust us folks
Let your eyes adjust from the shadows
The glass box at PetSmart is a shithole
Kolache in the closet
We’re nice folks
We live in the middle of the metro
You don’t have to feel like the ghetto
Kolache in the closet
Behind the totes
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3. |
Dumb Fuck Heart
02:11
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Dumb Fuck Heart
I got a dumb fuck heart
And a see-saw soul
Making plans like a man in the know
While it flails in the dark
I got a dumb fuck heart
That blows kisses to the garbage on the street
Then goes cold to the gold that I keep
Under chain and a lock
I got a dumb fuck heart
Setting up bleachers on my sleeves
Poppin’ wheelies for everyone to see
In a laundry cart
I got a dumb fuck heart
That I just give away to everyone I meet
So they can jiggle it or listen to it beat
Or tear it apart
I got a dumb fuck heart
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Serta Song (Heavyman Jr.)
Hello I’m the cellphone of Heavyman Jr and no I am not home
Hello I’m the cellphone of Heavyman Jr and no I am not home
Hello I’m the cellphone of Heavyman Jr a chip off the ol’ block
Hello I’m the cellphone of Heavyman Jr and I don’t want to talk
If we were old friends from back in the day
I hope you’re well, but I’m sorry to say that
This is the cellphone of the Heavyman Jr.
And I don’t want to know
Hello I’m the cellphone of Heavyman Jr I like to be left alone
Hello I’m the cellphone of Heavyman Jr I like to be left alone
Hello I’m the cellphone of Heavyman Jr I throw back the millstone
If you call the cellphone of Heavyman Jr you’ll just get a dial tone
The only old friend that I want is right here
Staring at me in the living room mirror
I am the cellphone of the Heavyman Jr
Don’t bother to call
I am the cellphone of Heavyman Jr and no I am not home
I am the cellphone of Heavyman Jr I like to be left alone
Don’t call the cellphone of Heavyman Jr you’ll just get a dial tone
Don’t call the cellphone of Heavyman Jr cuz he don’t want to know
The only old friend that he wants is right here
Staring at him in the koo-koo mirror
I am the cellphone of the Heavyman Jr and I’ll never be home
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By The Boatful
04:32
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By The Boatful
Barely winsome
Fifth floor pokey Eskimo
Who sticks spools out of the
Armpits of the door-hole
Table or floor, huh?
For here or to go, huh?
Mountain pose windows
An eyesore to the whole front row
River splatter-splot
Blue hot versus red cold
Restaurant rows
Plates and bowls
Friendly gestures of the free
Friendly gestures by the boatful
It’s stupendous
It’s so remote and similar
I can see my neighbor
Plug in his Google chrome
Chicken bones, some
Rolling stones, some
Friendly gestures of the free
Friendly gestures by the boatful
By the loathsome
By the boatful
mmm-hmm
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Sometimes City
04:00
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Sometimes City
Each day I walk alone and I wonder what is wrong with me
Each night I level low and I think of things that I can’t be
Each evening passes by with easy beauty I can’t see
Each night I level low but sometimes the city is good to me
Say my name, like the wages of sin, my love
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7. |
6th Street Shuffle
01:46
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8. |
No Trick Ponies
03:26
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No Trick Ponies
They don’t bake Alaska at the Golden Chick
I mean what I say and I say when I’m thick
I want to stay friends with the coconut pig
He’s from the Bahamas and he seems sensitive
It was fun to be a yuppie for awhile
Watching the cats bat a cockroach’s shell
Half open boxes and a litterbox smell
Bought a bulb for the porchlight but it won’t stay lit
But I mean what I say and I stay where I sit
It was fun to be a yuppie for awhile
It was fun to be fancy for awhile
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I Hate Mountains
03:56
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I Hate Mountains
Pike’s Peak, too high for horizon
Can’t tell a shape or a size in
Will I ever be free
From deep darks I spent childhood nights in?
Will I ever see
A falling night, without a rising groan?
Glass eye porchlight in crossed pines
Swinging chains in boarded up ore mines
Will I ever be free
From the dread of a child that’s frightened ?
Will I ever see
A falling night without a rising groan?
Don't want to live in a Bob Ross afro
Don't want to slide on the 285 snow
Will I ever be free
From deep darks I spent childhood nights in?
Will I ever see
A falling night, without a rising groan?
I hate mountains
I hate mountains
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11. |
Twin Liquors
02:50
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Twin Liquors
Twin Liquors
My best friends in the burbs
Left on the corner
Right on the street
Palm trees spark shadows
On the concrete
Walk past the church
And auto parts store
Corner of Congress
To buy some more
Twin Liquors
The best place in the burbs
12 pack of Lone Star
Pint of Jim Beam
Handful of shooters
Cheap Irish Cream
Bud Light Clamato
2 Tallboy cans
I don’t want a receipt
I do want a bag
Gonna drink the midnight dry!
Gonna spin the old wet fly!
Soldiers are in fine supply!
And what’ll ya have?
I’ll have a laugh!
And what’ll ya have?
I’ll have a cry
And what’ll ya have?
I’ll have a laugh!
And what’ll ya have?
ALONE TIME!
Twin Liquors
My best friends in the burbs
Twin Liquors
My best friends in the burbs
Sack in the backpack
“Have a good day!”
Hold the door open
In the doorway
Half a walk home
Did the day’s chore
A hot Texas mile
To buy some more
Gonna drink the midnight dry!
Gonna spin the old wet fly!
Soldiers are in fine supply!
NELSON!!!!!!
And what’ll ya have?
I’ll have a laugh!
And what’ll ya have
I’ll have a cry
And what’ll ya have?
I’ll have a laugh!
And what’ll ya have?
ALONE TIME!
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12. |
Heartbreak
02:04
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No One Can Help You But Yourself
Your boyfriend was a big bologna
And you’re stuck with a broken heart
No one can help you but yourself
Massachusetts macaroni
You don’t have to martyr so hard
No one can help you but yourself
Don’t move to Pittsfield with a My Little Bronie
Don’t act like a Metrocard
Nothing can help you but yourself
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14. |
When The Summer's On
03:30
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When The Summer’s On
Naked
My new babe’s got radar
Rider
Waiting for the ride on
Right on
New sail
I’m a different sound now
New name
I’m a different zip code
Land ho
When the summer’s on
My bane
Meted all it meted
Slit palms
And I’m a different town now
Now Town
New plump
Raise a butter bakery
Clay lump
Filled with watery gravy
Maybe?
When the summer’s on
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15. |
Didn't Ask Ya
02:24
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Didn’t Ask Ya
Everyone has a story
About how they’re bound for glory
They say “No one can ignore me
I ain’t no phony bologna!”
And they come around
They’re gonna tell you about it
And they come around
Make sure you know about it
Gonna call you up and tell you all about it
And go a hey hey hey
That’s when I say
I didn’t ask ya, didn’t ask ya
I didn’t ask ya, didn’t ask ya
Everyone has a story
And they’re so sad and lonely
They’re frustrated and horny
They say “Sorry to be corny”
And they come around
They’re gonna tell you about it
And they come around
Make sure you know about it
Gonna call you up and tell you all about it
And go a hey hey hey
That’s when I say
I didn’t ask ya, didn’t ask ya
I didn’t ask ya, didn’t ask ya
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Sitting Alone Like The Baltimore Colts
Saddle up
To swing my spine
Count the clocks
To catch the time
Pop the box
To pop your pills
Watch the wife
Worry about bills
Summer ends
And summer starts
Try to find
My missing parts
Rubber duck
Dunked and dried
The world is out there
So I just stay inside
Sweating in the Texas sun
Wishing that I owned a gun
Where is anyone?
Now I’m sitting alone
Like the Baltimore Colts
Now I’m sitting alone
Like the Baltimore Colts
Glass of ice
Pint of rum
Feel exactly like
What I’ve become
A kept man
With no upkeep
In a house
On a suburban street
So settle in
And burrow hard
Count the stars
In the backyard
Bad husband
Sneaks cigars
The red one
Is probably still Mars
Sitting in the Texas sun
Plop some BBQ on my bun
Skull me with a slaughterhouse bolt
Now I’m sitting alone
Like the Baltimore Colts
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17. |
Big Wheel
05:30
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Big Wheel
I work for Chevy
But I drive a fjord
With a hook ‘em horns on the bumper
You say you’re here
And you’re here
But you’re not
You’re a slice and a hint of a shimmer
Family Christmas tree
When there’s no family
Mom n’ Pop
Buy a store
Apple core Corp
I’m so sad
We drove to Target
Befuddled hands
Over there’s the Rice-A-Roni
We’re peasants
I can’t smell
Chardonnay
Almond Joy
Sorry I woke you up
Sorry about the love song
You thought was dumb
Up your butt
Go fuck a coconut
Today sucked
SUBARU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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18. |
Southern Gardens
15:45
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Patrick Porter Austin, Texas
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