1. |
The Metaphysical Cowboy
02:41
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Hey there boy
Settle down
This town
Will ride you round
Down down down
Into the ground
how you wound
Upon the floor
Once more
you wouldn't
Drink again
But friends will pour
And it pulls you
Back back back back
Back back
Back into the cracks
Cold wind blows
and snows
You froze
When you made the pistol crack
Neighbors fist
Insists
You missed
So replace their tv set
Put this hat
Apon
Your head
in your daddies stead
Doesn’t fit your
Head head
Head head
Head
Wouldn’t know if he is dead
Look at all it’s
Bought bought bought
Bought bought
Take another shot
Cut another line
This time
It’s fine
You just need to clear your
Head
Fills you full of
Dread dread
Dread dread
Dread
To be laying in your bed
Where the cold wind blows
And snows
You froze
With
Nowhere to go
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2. |
Cowboy Killer
03:49
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Let’s go out west
Where everyone’s so friendly
We’ve got outdoor sports
Like horse riding
Come on out
You’ll find out
What we
We can do
We love our guns
And they’re pointed at you
The west was built on the back of a genocide
Not a single soul to be left to hide
Snatching up kids and cut off their hair
Beating them raw if they do their prayers
We have lots of outdoor sports
Skiing and
hiking
Ample parking
Thriving bars
At least we don’t have any nazi’s
We got our own
Home grown
The west was built on the back of a genocide
Not a single soul will be left to hide
Snatching up kids and cut off their hair
Beating them raw if they do their prayers
Telling the queers where they belong
The end of a rope stretched long long long
Stretched out to dry and hung on a fence
Time for the public beating to commence
Let’s go out west
With their low population
They’re so few
Few and far
Far between
It’s almost
Almost obscene
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Tonight
By the light
We’re gonna fight
We’ll see if might makes right
Toe to toe
Blow to blow
So you know
What we have got to show
Wipe the sweat
Off your brow
We’ll have a row
And we’ll go
To the ground
pound
dog walk you around this town
Sweat is
dripping
All around
Got to
Get em
On the ground
Wrap em
Up until
Their bound
The power top
Has been found
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4. |
Asbestos Blimp
04:47
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Never nothing new no how
Never made it out
Like you said you would
Full sail to sandbar
Stuck to the wind
Never seen a place
Move so fast
At a standstill
We are salvagers on the tide
Bloody from what floats in
Nothing grows here but meat
Pick the fruit
It’s sweet
Carry on
Carrion
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5. |
First Time in the Saddle
03:02
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Grab your tack and off we go
where the sage densely grows
saddle bags ‘N lots of rope
scare off all the antelope
Roll em round Ride em round
Get their head on the ground
pullin hard just bite the bit
we’ll find out if it fits
oh you’re gonna gonna tear your shirt
when you’re rollin rollin in the dirt
oh you know know it’s gonna hurt
come on son and get yourself lernt
Oh we know
We've gone and used up all our time
But although
I can not wait to make you mine
Your torso
All I've wanted to entwine
Until the day we can
Make a home
Grab your tack and off we go
Where the sage densely grows
Saddle bags and lots of rope
Scare off all the antelope
Where there’s no eyes there is hope
Come on baby let’s elope
I’m sick and tired tryin just to cope
When i first met you i awoke
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I really wish you were a tractor
I think I’d love you a lot more
I think I’d find you more attractive
If only you were a tractor
I really wish you were a cow
I think I’d love you a lot more
I think I’d find you more attractive
If only you were a cow
I really wish you were a sheep
I think I’d love you a lot more
I think I’d find you more attractive
If only you were a sheep
I really wish you were a tractor
I think I’d love you a lot more
I think I’d find you more attractive
If only you were a tractor
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7. |
Speed Geezer
06:26
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Cold
Getting cold
Old
Far to bold
The doc
What a crock
Tick tock
Watch the clock
Three months
Is too much
To watch the clock
Tick tock
Oh Rowdy’s coming home
I ain’t going out alone
I got one night left
For fuckin and theft
No more slumming
Burn down homecoming
Gonna kick your ass
And smoke your grass
Oh
I’ve been livin it rough
But it’s never enough
So
Rowdy’s coming home
Gone
For a long long time
Might be past my prime
That’s fine
You know
Cause I’m coming home
Rowdy’s comin home
Only home I’ve ever known
Gonna get some honey’s
Paid with stolen money
I got one more night
To do it up right
Three months is too much and I’m
Gonna drop my clutch
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8. |
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so
Nothing grows
The feed’s gone rot
The fields fallow
And i know
Where he goes
To rot in the sun
And to feed the crows
in my mind
i go blind
As the cows who won’t
wipe the flies
wipe the flies
Out of their eyes
They say
All in time
But i sit here and watch
fruit rot on the vine
They're sucking him dry
They’re sucking him dry
They’re sucking him dry
Say goodbye
To the sun as as they
blot out the sky
Break it in
How could we know
rake in
Keep up the flow
Break it in
How could we know
rake in
Keep up the flow
And i know
Where he goes
To rot in the sun
And to feed the crows
in my mind
i go blind
As the cows who won’t
wipe the flies
wipe the flies
Out of their eyes
They say
All in time
But i sit here and watch
fruit rot on the vine
They're sucking him dry
They’re sucking him dry
They’re sucking him dry
Say goodbye
To the sun as as they
blot out the sky
Break it in
How could we know
rake in
Keep up the flow
Break it in
How could we know
rake in
Keep up the flow
And so brought low
How could we know
Lost our time
To your grime
With nothing to show
In the night
That i might
Like before them
Sleep again
Like before them
Sleep again
Before the flies
Break it in
Rake it in
Roll over
Fall down and die
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9. |
Ghost Train
08:34
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I sit and contemplate
The yellow stained hate
I leave on my fingers
And in my lungs
Liver no better for wear
When the pints pound
It by the day
In ways that were fun once
No longer
But the whiskey rage
Boils my blood dry by the night
And i fear this park bench
Has bent to the curve
Of my body
I’m back
To the lack of sense
Where walls are waning
Pallid points in temporary time
In a line
Better to watch
The train go by
I can ebb and flow
Waste or ferment
My little trifles
Trickling blood
From the vein
Cut by cut
But cold steel wheels
Still squeal
From coast to coast
Could they cut the same
Were there no wanderer watching
But again
I heighten my case
To justify my space
Light another
And drink to forget
Maybe tonight i’ll hop the yard
Make a mosaic of myself
Feed the graffiti gardens
Growing from groaning gray ribs
And find the end of this line
That cut tail tom cat
Lounging on the lines
By day has gone to ground
And it’s growing cold
And it’s growing loud
Maybe he’ll remember you
As you pass through
But you doubt it
Just another ticket punched
For your passage
Head clutched
Crying
Brain break flaccid
Where do you hide for the winter
I find myself pulled
Thin
Worn weary easy
When nothing is left
I find this bench
And I’ve left books
In hands
I hope hold them
Kindly
Enough to keep them
Read them
Need them
With eyes once hungry
That i have no longer
And the train calls yonder
Id extreme
Says to wonder
On the tracks
And my liquor cooled
Cattracks
Calls
Me
Subconscious
Disassociate
Satiate
To the quick
Cull
pull
Me
Tumult soul
Let me
Feel my failing
Let go
Let the cat
Lap up what’s left
Some rat
Regurgitated
And my sick
Need satiated
In sedated flesh
To feed a friend
In all
I can
Present
The ticket punch
pulls my pocket on
And that whistle
Works me over
With the words
Of a final lover
Who can give me
Whatever i need
As long as it is
To bleed
THE GHOST TRAIN COMES
I”m sorry mom
And I’ll ruin
A railman’s day
But know
When i say
I’m sorry
The mess i've made
But i overstayed
My welcome
I never could find it
In me
To hate
The hasty hoppers
However they happened
Who’s to say
The proper way
To pull the hard stop
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10. |
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Well uh
Listen up here
You uh
Youngins
I've been around the block a time or two
And I've got to say
Well
It’s uh
Overrated
Have I ever told you
About that time
I was Nighthawking for that farm
Well they would kick my ass for saying that
Because it’s a ranch
But they have a lot more shit to worry about
Than some drunk asshole
Who was too far down on his luck
To realize a bad idea when he saw it
Well i was a few bottles in
I already lost that damn silly hat
And i swear one of them heifers
was giving me those bedroom eyes
So i decided to walk it off
And check a fence
But “ole bessy she keeps following me
I see her out the corner of my eye
But it’s just the shadow of bessy
And she’s growing big
Now the ranchers they gave me
A gun
Made me promise not to shoot my little prick off with it
And bessy’s gettin closer
And bessy’s getting bigger
And whatever the fuck is going on
I’ve had enough
so i pull that six shooter out
And point it at the sky
I’d be damned if it didn’t go off
I pulled that trigger six times
Six times the hammer clapped
And she kept getting bigger
Didn’t even look like bessy anymore
I threw that gun away
The damn thing started spraying the second it hit the ground
And shit myself five times
And pushed out blood the last shot
But that damn thing just stayed still
I tried to run
But my boots fall apart
I couldn’t turn around
I wouldn’t give the fucking thing the satisfaction
Now I know I say this a lot but I swear this time it was true
That thing wanted to steal my face
And I lit one last cigarette to say goodbye
And poof
It was gone
I was left there wondering
And the realization hit me
All chaps are assless
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