1. |
Flabbergaster
01:47
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Flabbergaster
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
The winner sat alone
When all the win had blown
And debated like a painting
On the wet sandstone
The birds started to die
The poems started to lie
He sailed it like a sailor
On a sandbox car
And it’s impossible for all the eyes to see
It’s impossible for all the eyes to see
The winner sat alone
The winner sat alone
Defeated like a painting
On the wet sandstone
His fingers found a knob
His sickness found a job
They debated like the sailors
On the sands and stones
And it’s impossible for all the eyes to see
It’s impossible for all the eyes to see
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2. |
To This Point Jones
04:04
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To This Point Jones
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
Hello, my name is To This Point Jones
I never thought I’d make it this far
Hello, my name is To This Point Jones
I never thought I’d be alive so long
Find yourself a reason
Buy yourself a line
Find yourself a lover
Buy yourself some time
Find yourself a kitty
Buy yourself a dog
Find yourself a Chevy
Buy yourself a Ford
Hello, my name is To This Point Jones
I never thought I’d do all that I’ve done
Hello, my name is To This Point Jones
I’ve never grown
Tie yourself a ribbon
Buy yourself a tree
Find yourself a peephole
Buy yourself a key
Find yourself a reason
Buy yourself some life
Find yourself a bottle
Buy yourself some time
Hello, my name is To This Point Jones
I never thought I’d get this old
Hello, my name is To This Point Jones
I never thought I’d have to try so hard
Find yourself some oven
Find yourself a bun
Buy yourself some laughter
Buy yourself some fun
Buy yourself a moon
And treat it like a son
Buy yourself a ballroom
Buy yourself a gun
Hello, my name is To This Point Jones
I never thought I’d have to blow this cold
Hello, my name is To This Point Jones
I’ve never grown
Find yourself a wedding
Buy yourself a wife
Find yourself a bottle
Buy yourself some life
Find yourself some laughter
Buy yourself some fun
Buy yourself an exit
Buy yourself a gun
Buy yourself a ribbon
Tie yourself some tree
Buy yourself some candy
Give it all to me
Buy yourself some bible
Drink yourself some tea
Find yourself a reason
Buy yourself a line
Find yourself a lover
Buy yourself some time
Find yourself a kitty
Buy yourself a dog
Find yourself a Chevy
Buy yourself some Ford
Find yourself a reason
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Someone’s Nervous Grandma
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
I’m someone’s nervous grandma
I’m someone’s nervous grans
I’m someone’s nervous grandma
And I wash the frying pans
I’m someone’s nervous grandma
I’m someone’s nervous grans
I’m someone’s nervous grandma
And I have grandma demands
I’m scared of everything!
I’m scared of everything!
And there’s a reason why
I’m scared of everything!
I’m scared of everything!
And there’s a reason why
I’m someone’s nervous grandma
I’m someone’s nervous grans
I’m someone’s nervous grandma
I recycle soda cans
I’m someone’s nervous grandma
I’m someone’s nervous grans
I’m someone’s nervous grandma
And I’ll slap you on your hands
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4. |
A Way Out
03:09
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A Way Out
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
Be nice
To the guy
With his eye
Up his own hole
I know
It’s a joke
But he just wants
A way out
A way out
A way out
Be nice
To the girl
Who’s acting
All out of control
I know
She’s a dope
But she just wants
A way out
A way out
A way out
So when
I get drunk
And fall
Down on the ground
I know
I’m a clown
But I just want
A way out
A way out
A way out
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Non-Lawyer Paid Spokesperson
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
You know it’s a mayday to celebrate
When you’re asking for change on a debit card
My faith is small and I fight it off
Every step is an old woman’s scarf
So give it to me
Or give it to the street walking by
So give it to me
Or give it to the street walking by
I rock so soft in my slumber
Taking breaths like unwanted phone calls
God knows it’s hard on me, honey
God knows it’s so hard on you, more
So give it to me
Or give it to the street walking by
So give it to me
Or give it to the street walking by
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6. |
Leper Licker
03:29
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Leper Licker
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
Sea sky Sunday
Solo ash high dry
Seems like one day
I’ll have mine, besides
Seems like so
Seems like so
Seems like so
Seems like so
Stuffed up Sunday
Like a wheel to right
I hope that one day
I’ll have mine, besides
Seems like so
Seems like so
Seems like so
Seems like so
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Song For A Hangover To Sing
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
Sometimes it’s gonna be so hard
To even know me at all
Sometimes I’m gonna be so bad
You won’t even see the me in me, in me
Time is a chore
And life is a bore
And sometimes sorry
Is just all there is to say
So that being said
Put me to bed
I wonder if it’s gonna be like this
Always
Sometimes I’m gonna act so stupid
It won’t be a laugh
Sometimes I’m gonna cry so hard
It won’t make a case
I went to the store
And I bought some more
What I did yesterday
I’m bound to do today
And if I make a mess
I’ll happily confess
I wonder if I’m gonna be like this
Always
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8. |
February
02:38
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February
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
I sent back all the smokestacks
To the factory that makes them
I set the rules in January
But February breaks them
I whistle into Dixie cups
And I don’t know if I’m lying
Too alive most all the time
But also always dying
I’ve never seen a city
Go so dead before
I wish it wasn’t
February anymore
I’ve never seen a spitting
Ghost float over me
I’ve never seen a spitting
Ghost float over me
Maybe in the morning when the sun comes up
Maybe in the morning when the sun comes up
The buzzer rang I thought that maybe
You had come to save me
But it was just another
Wayward schizophrenic lady
She had a bunch of wisdom
But I didn’t even care
Everything she had to say
I was already aware
I’ve never seen a city
Go so dead before
I wish it wasn’t
February anymore
I’ve never seen a spitting
Ghost float over me
I’ve never seen a spitting
Ghost float over me
Maybe in the morning when you wake up
Maybe in the morning when you wake up
When you wake up
When you wake up
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9. |
Mean It To Me
04:38
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Mean It To Me
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
I scraped the truth off my tongue cuz
I meant it too much
Some love just makes you more lonesome
The one is a knot
It’s sad when the thing you want so much
Is not meant to be
But sometimes an eye is just enough
To mean it to me
Mean it to me
I shape the slope of a mountain
You’re a factory
And I’ve broken every light bulb in
This whole city
It’s a drag when the love you want so much
Is not meant to be
But sometimes your eyes are just enough
To mean it to me
Mean it to me
I scraped the truth off my tongue cuz
I felt it too much
I’m sick of being so lonesome but
You can’t be touched
It’s sad when the thing you want so much
Is not meant to be
But sometimes an eye is just enough
To mean it to me
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Catching The Rain In A Plastic Sack
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
I’m catching the rain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
In a plastic sack
I don’t even know
Where I can go
To die or to just be
Left the fuck alone
So I’m catching the rain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
In a plastic sack
Dream of a place
With no human face
Ask a simple question or
Plead a simple case
So I’m catching the rain
Catching the rain
Catching the rain
In a plastic sack
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11. |
Come To The Party
01:38
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Come To The Party
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
Come to the party
Come to the party
There’ll be people standing around
And talking about their lives
It’s a party
It’s another fuckin’ party
There’ll be people drinking drinks
And trying to unwind
Come to the party
Come to the party
There’ll be boys
There’ll be girls
Giving each other the eye
Everyone wants someone
Everyone wants someone
But no one will meet anyone
That they really like
Come to the party
Come to the party
There’ll be people standing around
And talking about their jobs and
I don’t got one
And I don’t fuckin’ want one
And I don’t want to hear
About your fuckin’ job
Come to the party, yeah
Come to the party
It will be fuckin’ boring
And you’ll go home and you’ll
Want to kill yourself
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12. |
Oh I Don't Know
02:56
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Oh, I Don’t Know
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
There’s a cross on the hillside
And a city below
This is the loneliest place
In the world
There’s a room with a window
That looks out on a road
A road that leads nowhere
But the big back and forth
And it’s all sad
Cuz there’s nothing that can’t
Be made so
Why do I keep living this life?
Oh, I don’t know
Sometimes at night I
Pretend I am gone
I shoot out a bullet
With my finger and thumb
Now some people tell me
That that thought is wrong
But they’re not the ones who
Have been stuck here so long
And it’s all bad
Cuz there’s nothing that can’t
Be made so
Why do I keep living this life?
Oh, I don’t know
And it’s all sad
Cuz there’s nothing that can’t
Be made so
Why do I keep living this life?
Oh, I don’t know
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13. |
I Don't Mind A Lonely
03:26
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I Don’t Mind A Lonely
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
We can walk and talk
All the day long
We can trade hats
And hop in the halls
But if you have to go home
I don’t mind a lonely
Well I ‘d rather
Have you right here
But as long as I can sit
And drink my beer
I’ll make due without you
I don’t mind a lonely
Spring-ping babe in my mind
Shoot a satellite up in the sky
Just promise me you’re not gonna die
Or go deaf and dumb and blind
It’s a day spent
Laying in bed
With a clamp and
The Book Of The Dead
But if you’ve got something to do
I don’t mind a lonely
We can kiss and fidget
All the day long
We can gather sap
And sample our souls
But I you’ve got something to get done
I don’t mind a lonely
Baby paper trail
Babysit the local mail
Just promise me you’re not gonna die
Or go deaf and dumb and blind
I don’t mind a lonely
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The Millionth Asshole In A Row
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
A man
Standing before me
His mouth is moving
Making a show
He’s got his own story
He’s telling me something
I don’t want to know
The millionth asshole in a row
The millionth asshole in a row
A man
Making a promise
He wants something from me
To make it all go
The millionth asshole in a row
The millionth asshole in a row
Deflect another pretender
Taking me somewhere
I don’t want to go
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15. |
Tuppaware
03:20
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Tuppaware
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
You’re gonna live a silly life of luxury
You’re gonna live a silly life of luxury
You’re cut in half, it’s obvious
You’re cut in half, it’s obvious
You’re gonna have a silly life like on TV
She took off her pantyhose and hung them on the towel rack
And watched TV and almost masturbated and then took a bath
Baby baby baby baby baby buy some bric-a-brac
Her soda had gone flat
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,
All right
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16. |
Keep On Living
02:38
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Keep On Living
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
I’ve been everywhere that I want to go
I know all the things that I want to know
So why should I have to keep on living
When I don’t want to?
I’ve seen all the things that I came to see
I’ve been everything that I want to be
So why should I have to keep on living
When I don’t want to?
Why should I have to keep on living
For you?
I’ve wrung up the flags and I’ve watched the birds
I’ve opened the books and I’ve seen the words
So why should I have to keep on living
When I don’t want to?
A stand makes a man and it makes amends
An eye is a lie when it just pretends
So why should I have to keep on living
When I don’t want to?
Why should I have to keep on living
For you?
I’ve said everything that I want to say
There aren’t any games left for me to play
So why should I have to keep on living
When I don’t want to?
Why should I have to keep on living
For you?
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17. |
You're Prettier
02:48
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You’re Prettier
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
I went out walking
The sky was up, the stars were out, the moon was blue
Behind the clouds, above the towers, a big to-do
But I’d rather look at you because
You’re prettier
You’re prettier
The leaves were easing
From the trees and in the breeze
And all that fall
The candles in the windows and the brick-bright wall
But I didn’t care at all because
You’re prettier
You’re prettier
Soap my stone (baby owl)
You’re my soul (baby owl)
Baby owl, baby owl, baby owl, baby owl!
I saw all the girls walking through the city
Looking old and new
Looking kind of pretty like the girls can do
But I’d rather look at you because
You’re prettier
You’re prettier
I walked back home
The sun was up, the stars were out, the moon was full
Behind the clouds, above the towers, it all was dull
I’d rather look at you because
You’re prettier
You’re prettier
Soap my stone (baby owl)
You’re my soul (baby owl)
Baby owl, baby owl, baby owl, baby owl!
You’re prettier
You’re prettier
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18. |
Mostly Always Blue
03:26
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Mostly Always Blue
(Lyrics by Porter C. 2013)
Baby when you leave me
Do it fast, do it hard
Never think about me again
Just move on, and move far
Cuz I’m mostly always blue
And if you stay with me
You will be too
Baby when I’m dying
Don’t look at me, just walk by
Don’t remember that you ever loved me
Just walk by, just walk by
Cuz I’m mostly always blue
And if you stay with me
You will be too
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Patrick Porter Austin, Texas
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