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Fourteen Morning
02:47
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FOURTEEN MORNING
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
I'm awake
First thing the morning
I'm postage-paid
I bring the morning
All lifeless lifts
All brightness brawn again
Drink cirrus wisps
Thank God it's dawn again
First thing the morning
Birds flit the roof
But I'm on the floor again
Drink cirrus proof
Thank God it's dawn again
First thing the morning
I'm in line
First thing the morning
I'm postage-paid
I bring the morning
All lifeless lifts
All brightness brawn again
Drink cirrus wisps
Thank God it's dawn again
First thing the morning
All birds in pips
I'm on the floor again
Drink cirrus wisps
Thank God it's dawn again
First thing the morning
First thing the morning
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WELCOME TO THE WORLD/ DON'T DRIVE HOME IN THE SNOW
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Can I borrow your mother's car?
I promise I won't mess it up
I need to get myself on top
Welcome to the World
The World!
What I'm giving you
I don't want to discuss it with you
We all know that when the snow comes down
You can't drive home from your 'place of'
In the snow
The snow
What I'm giving you
I don't want to discuss it with you
Leave home and pay your own way
While you still know everything
In the snow
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3. |
Soldiers Of The Small
03:29
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SOLDIERS OF THE SMALL
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Even as the bullets were flying
A brave telephone operator
Grabbed her baby and rushed to
The telephone exchange
She lit a match to see the connections
Rifle fire blew the windows out
Spraying her and her baby with glass
Yet she managed to get through
Hang on, hang on
That's what you gotta do
Hang on little babies
Hang on little babies
Hang on little babies
Hang on is what you gotta do
Seeing smoke from the fire
The train crew knew the engine had blown
This I love to realize:
The town had been invaded
They backed up to a safe location
And telegraphed El Paso, Texas with the news
Hang on little babies!
Hang on little babies!
Hang on little babies!
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BOND FUNERAL HOME
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Hey, I
A sinking wonder, oh no
And if I wander, oh no
Where will they bury me?
Hey, I
I've always wondered, oh no
If I don't make it here, oh no
Where will they bury me?
If I die
Bury me at GE
And not the Bond Funeral Home
Hey, I
I could fall down in the snow
Or bongload turn into stroke
Where would they bury me?
Hey, I
I've always wondered, oh no
If I don't make here, oh no
Where will they bury me?
If I die
Bury me at GE
And not the Bond Funeral Home
Hey, I wonder
Hey, I wonder
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5. |
Dump Gull
03:35
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6. |
Rooms/Buffalo Trustco
04:00
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ROOMS/BUFFALO TRUSTCO
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
They robbed her bank
They escaped on foot
There were no weapons
No one was hurt
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7. |
Barn Rock
02:46
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SUMMER OF VIOLENCE (SORRY ISN'T ENOUGH)
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Baby, don't break my balls
You made me, with all your house calls
Save me, as if you could, I know
It could end at any time
Taking a ride with society is finest
You broke the law in the summer of violence
Love is too wrong, hate is too strong
Thinking of you when the due is what rent is
I knew what I meant when I started this sentence
We've gone on too long
We've gone on too long
Baby, there's no reason to spit
You can always come over and house-sit
Don't think "What did it mean"
It could end at any time
Taking a ride with society is finest
You broke the law in the summer of violence
Love is too wrong, hate is too strong
Thinking of you when the due is what rent is
I knew what I meant when I started this sentence
We've gone on too long
We've gone on too long
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DEALIN' DOUG
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c.2006)
On a farm
Way out on a road
It's a long time to wait
For the stormclouds to form
There's a crock pot in the kitchen
And a crackpot in the cab of the Cushman
I know when to go into the sunlight
I know when to go
On a farm
In Nebraska corn
It's a long time to wait
When it rains in the hall
It's a long time to wait
For the farmer to settle his lawsuit
I know when to go into the sunlight
I know when to go
When it rains
Water does flow into waterways
Under the roads
It's a rockslide again
Crushing the rows that the hoes laid
I know when to go into the sunlight
I know when to go
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10. |
Huskies Bus
01:57
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HUSKIES BUS
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2004)
Wake up at 2
Nothin' to do
Dad comes in and says "Wake-ee wake-ee"
Hup downstairs
Hot Pockets from the fridge
My stepmom's painting ceramic bunnies
Pretty soon I'll be pushin' 30
Pretty soon I'll be pushin' 30
Pretty soon I'll be pushin' 30
And my dad comes in and says "Wake-ee wake-ee"
Living back at home again
Got some goddamn friends
Calling me up on the phone
Wanna be left alone, motherfuckers
Cuz I'm living back at home again
Living back at home again
Livin' large in America City
Drinking beer in front of the computer
First month, last month, and deposit
I can't hack it man I can't hack it
So I'm living back at home again
Living back at home again
Aw yeah mothafucka WOO!
I'd like to dedicate this song to Madge the bus driver
Driving the Huskies bus past me
When I'm thirty years fuckin' old
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11. |
Good Morning Carrie
03:52
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12. |
Paper Shredders
03:54
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PAPER SHREDDERS
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Paper shredders
On kitchen tables
Shred divorce papers
Income tax forms
Paper shredders
On kitchen tables
Shred divorce papers
Income tax forms
W-4s!
W-4s!
W-4s!
Oh,
Paper shredders
On kitchen tables
Shred social security numbers
Shred the things they'll steal from your bank
W-4s!
W-4s!
W-4s!
(Let's get quiet now)
The struggle
The bitter struggle is over
Raka-laka-ding-dong
Raka-laka-ding-dong!
Paper shredders
Paper shredders
Fuckin' paper shredders
Paper shredders
Paper shredders
Paper shredders
Buy yourself a paper shredder
Shred the things you don't want to see
On the coffee table, coffee table
Gonna shred some Marmite
(Yeah drummers!)
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13. |
Gunsmoke Drive
04:23
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GUNSMOKE DRIVE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Father is a dirty word
Mother is a passive verb
Home is not a place to be
Satan is an open door
That everyone will push you toward
Hell is not a metaphor
Father is a dirty word
Mother is a passive verb
Home is not a place to be
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14. |
SRV Helicopter
02:36
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SRV HELICOPTER
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Never sunshine
Always rain
Never pleasure
Always pain
Never good times
Always bad
Never happy
Always sad
How can I
Settle down
When I'm always
On the ground
How can I
Be a sport
When I'm always
Kicked out of the house
STEVIE RAY VAUGHN'S HELICOPTER!!!
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15. |
Stepmother Blues
04:22
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STEPMOTHER BLUES
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
I am a tabletop
Fitted with doilies
They have screwed
My hands to the carpet
I wanna take a walk around the chopping block
On my hands and knees
Pretend I can reconsider my position
Hate me like
You hate the world
Sleeping in my stepmother
Yellow brace to break my back
I am a coffee pot
Drip hot morning
Always pissing bile into the beaker
I wanna take a walk around the chopping block
On my hands and knees
A forced return for economic reasons
Hate me like
You hate the world
Sleeping in my stepmother
Yellow brace to break my back
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16. |
Kinda Bloo
01:07
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THE KITCHEN I ALWAYS WANTED
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
My name's uncle Jeff
And I remodeled my kitchen
I made some mistakes
I have my complaints
My new in-built coils were the thrill of a lifetime
I made some mistakes
I have my complaints
Ooh, so who the hell knows
The weight of a man?
I'm floating in space
I'm floating in space
My whole life it changed when I remodeled my kitchen
I made some mistakes
I have my complaints
My microwave runs on a new out-board motor
I made some mistakes
I have my complaints
Plastic-standing cupboards
And the pantry is bitchin'
I made some mistakes
I have my complaints
Built-in icemaker
Twirl-a-whirl Lazy Susan
I made some mistakes
I have my complaints
Ooh, so who the hell knows
The weight of a man floating in space
I'm floating in space
I have my complaints
I'm floating in space
I have my complaints
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DIANA LIBRARY (PTS 1 & 2)
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Diana
I'll never be your best side
I wanna be your rite-bride
I'll meet you halfway home
Diana
I'll never be a joyride
I wanna be your lime-lite
A girl I've barely known
Please be for me
I'm so luckless, wasted, fucked-up and far away
Be for me
I hope that I can afford one more item
From this library
Diana
I'll never be your hi-lite
I'd rather be a midwife
I'd rather be a tomb
Diana
I'll never be your night life
I wanna be your low-lite
I'd wanna be your room
Please be for me
I'm so luckless, wasted, fucked-up and far away
Be for me
I hope that I can afford one more item
From this library
Diana
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19. |
She Likes Nag Champa
03:02
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SHE LIKES NAG CHAMPA
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
She likes nag champa
She lights a lighter
She is a sweet
Sent here to kill me
She is a member of the FBI
So lock the door tight
Please lock the door tight
Just out the latch
There's a car on the interstate
The Times-Union man
Is really a spy
She likes Nag Champa
She lights a lighter
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20. |
Everybody Got Troubles
02:09
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22. |
Tom's Diner Rag
02:04
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TOM'S DINER RAG
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter c. 2006)
Well I hope that you're having
A good shift
And I hope that the customers
Aren't giving you much shit
And I hope that the cash register
Is full of tips
For you to bring home
And be rich
Well you know that I love you
And you know I care
And you know that when you come home
From your shift
I'll be there
I'll make you some popcorn
And we'll go to sleep
With two floor of apartments
Stacked beneath us
In the night
At dawn
When we go to sleep
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