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Drinkin' Problem
03:18
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You will never be a better person
until you figure out your drinking problem
no, you'll never have a child in earnest
you won't hear em when they're crying on the ground
My old lady's pregnant
I can't stop thinking about murder and I dont know why
the seasons circle by
workin in the Garden
got one hand in the soil
the other in the handle on her side
theres not a fire in my heart
its just a few sparks
and I dont think I could believe
You will never be a better person
until you figure out your drinking problem
no, you'll never have a child in earnest
you won't hear em when they're crying on the ground
I think myself irreverent
I have to kill my child but I dont know how
I aint figured it out
and sure as my name's Arden
I gotta let you go
but I dont think you can dig that
so call me John
theres not a fire in my heart
its just a few sparks
and I dont think I could ever see
Yeah you never had a drinkin problem
so now its time to turn that gun around
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154 main avenue in Wynantskill, New York
154 aint that the truth in Wynantskill, New York
154 main, USA made, running solar and propane
150 in the shade, watching the parade
off red wine and cocaine
and no, you can't help
and I can't say I like that attitude
I'm talking to YOU boy!
154 main avenue in Wynantskill, New York
154 aint that the truth in Wynantskill, New York
walkin thru the sage, I wanna burna away
all night and all day
you cant be saved
and yeah you should be very afraid
cuz no, you cannot help them
154 main avenue in Wynantskill, New York
154 aint that the truth in Wynantskill, New York
cuz no, you cannot help them
and I can't say I like your attitude
I'm talking to YOU boy!
154 main avenue in Wynantskill, New York
154 aint I'lLL FOLLOW YOU to Wynantskill, New York
I live on main
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Pale Blue Night Horizon
04:24
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the pale blue night horizon
the pale blue night horizon
it was the milk, the fuzz
I'll tell you what it was
It was that pale blue night horizon
I think I ought to kill someone
then my life can begin
not for business, but for fun
it was pale blue
the pale blue night horizon
the pale blue night horizon
it was the milk, the fuzz
I'll tell you just what it was
It was that pale blue night horizon
I think I ought to kill someone
then my life can begin
not for wussy, but for real
with a knife, or a gun
I'm chosen, I'm the one
it was pale blue
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Them Bells
05:06
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Cajun Queen
03:54
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"I wanna kiss you really bad" but I don't think you realize
theres black mold growing inside my lungs
and i don't have time for the doctor - or for you
the eyeball on a stick coming out of the ocean - the cliffside straw-hat hut
but I wanna know what makes a fox like that.
oh, I wanna be rollin with my cajun queen
whining like a dog you put me out of commission
you really did me in when you bit me
ooh theres a parasite growing under my car
in the wheel well
I didn't mean to start but i couldn't really stop it
I'm starting to feel trapped
but I wanna know what makes a fox like that
is it Xanax?
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I dont love you
or anyone else
in this world
thats the truth
youre not my girl
its just me
I dont write poems
or anything of the sort
its the truth
I pull it from the lord
its just me
I'm a superhuman adventure warrior
you place weights on my ankles and on my shoulders
I'm the abstract. the river-wet storier
I get closer. it gets colder
I don't get sad
its just the pork is aging
its the fat, its the truth
who know what is worth saving
its so free
I saw the beaver
on the bubblegum machine
oh its the tears
its the truth
who knows what they all mean?
I do and I'll tell you.
its just me
I'm a superhuman adventure warrior
you place weights on my ankles and on my shoulders
I'm the abstract - the river-wet storier
I get closer... it gets colder...
I don't bleed
its just the blood is flowing
its the seed
its the truth
you know where this is going
its just YOU
I dont die
its just the river rockin
oh, its the size
its the truth
I got you in my pocket
its just YOU
You're a superhuman adventure warrior
I place weights on your ankles and on your shoulders
You're the abstract, the river-wet storier
I get closer - it gets colder
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Happiness
11:39
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What is happiness about?
What is happiness about?
How bout scratchin every itch, come on?
What is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
how bout pleasin everyone around?
what is happiness about?
(what is?)
what is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
how bout making everyone around
face their happiness lying down?
(milkweed guitar solo)
what is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
how bout you go and kill yourself, come on?
thats when happiness abounds
(MDL guitar solo) xD
what is happiness about?
what is happiness really about?
how bout killing every bug in the house?
see his happiness in guts!
(what is?)
what is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
how bout feeling something wet?
you can make it through the drought
(josh burgess EWI section)
what is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
how bout screamin down the gun? come on
why is happiness a frog?
(milkweed guitar solo)
what is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
how bout squeaking like a mouse on alcohol
like when your neighbor is
a moth
what is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
how bout you make a couple stars collide?
that gooey happiness inside
what is happiness about?
what is happiness about?
when youre demons come to roost
whack em off
and watch your happiness drip down
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I'd sing more about more of this land
but all gods children aint free
I'd open up every door I can
but all gods children aint free
I'd sing along to a silly song
all gods children aint free
I'm gonna sing a blues for the man they done wrong
but all gods children aint free
hey mister: how bout the man you condemned to die
by taking everything that he's living by?
and reject him from society?
(all gods children aint free)
Now I'd be happy walking any streent
but all God's children aint free
I'd have a smile for all that I meet
but all God's children ain't free
I'd whistle down the road but it wouldnt feel right
I'd hear somebody crying out at night
from a sharecropper's shack or penitentiary
all gods children aint free
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