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WHITE WAY RAIN (WINE THE RAIN)
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
I wine the rain
I make the stations of the cross
Cross my heart
With my fingernail
And ripe to die
I call at you
Make like the mailman
Bring it by
Drop it off
Close the door
Wave goodbye
Sling your bulk-bag side-wise
All day long
Cars drive by
White way rain
I wine the rain
I wine the rain
I wine the rain
I wine the rain
I wine the rain
I wine the rain
I wine the rain
I wine the rain
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2. |
Wait For Another
04:18
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WAIT FOR ANOTHER
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2007)
Well I bitched and cussed
When I missed the 15 bus
I said I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
Well my waitress snapped
Hurled my coffee into my lap
I said I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I stood in a line
Said 'This is a waste of my time'
So I stood in another
I stood in another
At the Labor Force
I hated the job, of course
I said I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
So when you say that you and I are through
Remember baby, who needs you?
I'll just wait for another
I'll wait for another
Sometimes I think my life is done
I've made such a mess of this one
But I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
I'll wait for another
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3. |
Schopenhauer Rock
04:02
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SCHOPENHAUER ROCK
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2007)
If I was a good man, I would've worked harder
I would've been braver, I would've smarter
I wouldn't have been violent, I wouldn't have been horny
I wouldn't have been stupid, I wouldn't have been sorry
If I was an angel, I would've been white sheet
I would've been Ziplock, I would've been kite string
I wouldn't have been drunken, I wouldn't have been sloppy
I wouldn't have been deadbeat, I wouldn't have been soppy
If I was a Jesus, I would've been mother,
I would've been father, I would've been brother
I wouldn't have been loose-leaf, I wouldn't have been fucker
I wouldn't have been satan, I wouldn't have been sucker
If I was a Hitler, I would've been grimmer
I'd be even worse of a sinner
I'd send all my pet peeves to the ovens
I'd turn all the somethings into nothings
If I'd have been Gandhi, I would've been boring
I would've been shrugging or gently snoring
I wouldn't have been Colfax, I wouldn't have been D-block
I wouldn't have been Gunsmoke, I wouldn't have been
The man that I am
La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
HOME!
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4. |
Blues For AnnTeta
03:38
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BLUES FOR ANNTETA
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
I caught a plateful of hail today
I ran off in the rainstorm
I'm gonna get mine, sure
For punching a full moon in the face
I made a blade out of her
And raised a gale to slit my sails
I found someone who might know
Who I am-- I certainly don't
I'm gonna sit here at home
I'm gonna set it aflame
I'm gonna set it on fire
And wait for someone to save me
Sit here at home
I'm gonna set it aflame
I'm gonna set it on fire
Well I pooled all my lovers
And banded them in grocery sacks
What a sad laugh when
I handed them to the garbage man
Now I'm on my own
I sleep on a couch with two pillows
I set them head-to-head
And pretend they're my friend
(Ha ha ha)
I'm gonna sit here at home
I'm gonna set it aflame
I'm gonna set it on fire
And wait for someone to save me
Sit here at home
I'm gonna set it aflame
I'm gonna set it on fire
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5. |
Sakes Alive
03:53
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SAKES ALIVE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
I'm standing in line
It's not so bad for now
Soup in a ladle
A roof in the rain
Sakes alive
I should know better by now
That nothing good comes
Of disrupting a flow
Well, maybe I will
And maybe I won't
But either/or
Sakes alive!
Mother said
'Keep Jesus
And on your toes
Cuz nothing good comes
Of overflowing commodes'
She was probably right
And I was probably wrong
Singing an old song
At a new Broadway show
Well, maybe I will
And maybe I won't
But either/or
Sakes alive!
I'm standing in line
It's not so bad for now
Soup in a ladle
A roof in the rain
Sakes alive
I should know better by now
That nothing good comes
Of disrupting a flow
Well, maybe I will
And maybe I won't
But either/or
Sakes alive!
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6. |
Geese
02:37
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GEESE (ON THE RADAR SCREEN)
(Lyrics By Patrick Porter C. 2007)
There's geese
On the radar screen
There's a kite on fire
You try to be a people-pleaser
That's why you're such a liar
Stop and think and consider
Tell the truth and be polite
I asked God to forgive me
And he said 'Why should I?'
Because doing onto others
As you'd have them do onto you
Is moot advice if you hate yourself
And everybody else too
There's a drug dealer in the laundromat
There's a fish on a line
You got your little baby pain
And I got mine
There's a turd in a toilet
There's a bus at a stop
Thanks for being in love with me
It means a lot
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7. |
Not Very Good
02:53
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NOT VERY GOOD
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2007)
Any way you slice it I'm just not very good
If there's a way to fuck it up, baby I always will
I try to be a good person but I don't try very hard
I can stoop lower than a pigeon pecking garbage in the park
Any way you cut it I'm just not very nice
If there's a way to wreck the train I'll ride it off the rails with style
I wrote 'REPENT' on the side of a garbage can
It was the least I could do to pretend I'm a Christian man
Oooh, oooh
I'm not very good
I'm not very good
I'm not very good
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8. |
Ten Million Horses
04:43
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9. |
Goodbye Teta
03:12
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GOODBYE TETA
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
My girlfriend says if I
Ever try to talk to you again
She's gonna kill me
So goodbye, Teta
Buckum's punching holes into walls
And writing bad poems about me
I don't need that grief
So goodbye, Teta
We don't need no proof that we coulda been something beautiful
You know, and I know, so let's leave the door safely closed
Every time I go and fall in love
They all piss on my parade
I'd rather just stay home
So goodbye, Teta
If it was 10 years ago
I'd hop a bus and meet you out there
But you're too far off and I'm too old
So goodbye, Teta
We don't need no proof that we coulda been something beautiful
You know, and I know, so let's leave the door safely closed
Goodbye, Teta
(Spain 4 5, Moniemaker)
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10. |
Mr. Sandbags
05:42
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MR. SANDBAGS
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
There goes
Mr. Sandbags
Down the way
Down the way
Mr. Sandbags
Doesn't feel
Like he used to
He feels
Colder in his coat
There goes
Mr. Sandbags
By the wayside
By the wayside
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11. |
Ain't Got No Friends
03:53
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AIN'T GOT NO FRIENDS
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2007)
The whole room goes quiet
When I walk in
Everyone looks worried
They start whispering
My reputation precedes me
Like a canker sore
I look around for new bridges to burn
There ain't no more
I ain't got no friends
I sit alone on buses
I talk to myself
I walk back and forth to the liquor store
And no where else
When news is good
I got no one to tell it to
And when news is bad
(And is usually is!)
I sit alone and go 'boo hoo'
Because
I ain't got no friends
(Huh huh huh huh, Donkey Kong!)
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12. |
Police
02:28
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POLICE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
Sitting in the basement with your sirens in my brain
I've got all the time in the world to contemplate my ball and chain
The police!
The police!
The police!
If I make the slightest move they'll slap the cuffs on me
There's alarm bells notched on either coast that scream: 'Ain't nothin' free!'
The police!
The police!
The police!
I'm sitting in the basement with your sirens in my brain
I'm sitting in the basement with your sirens in my brain
I'm sitting in the basement with your sirens in my brain
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FIVE QUARTERS FOR SAINT PEDRO
(Lyrics By Patrick Porter C. 2007)
(I'm breaking all the valuable things)
There's lights on the street
There are faces in the windows
As far as I can see
People piddlin' in the neon
So have one on me
And put a ring around the limbo
It's the least I can do
5 quarters for Saint Pedro
5 quarters for Saint Pedro
You can fly when you're poor
You can float up to the middle
And there's always a hope
That life will someday get better
But there's no hope for that tonight
I wouldn't bet on tomorrow
So buy a Tallboy on me,
5 quarters for Saint Pedro
5 quarters for Saint Pedro!
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14. |
Doritos For Breakfast
05:13
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DORITOS FOR BREAKFAST
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
Doritos for breakfast
Postcards in a mailbox
Some asshole on a motorcycle
A black, pregnant woman at 7-11
Buying cigars
A high powered lawyer
A lawnmower
A guy with no legs (with NO LEGS) in a wheelchair
The couple upstairs making noise
A guy tries to sell me crack
In front of the liquor store
I don't know who I am
I am the President of the United States
I am a horse
Anyway, who knows
If the wind blows that way, let it blow
I ate Doritos for breakfast today
You're gone
Come home
You're gone
Come home
You're gone
Come home
You're gone
Come home
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15. |
Old Souls
02:38
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OLD SOULS
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
You're in the bedroom
Watching TV
I'm at the window
Stubbing cigars in teacups
We're old souls
That's how it goes
In relationship years
I can't really see you
But I can hear you in there
We're old souls
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16. |
On The Yard
08:41
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