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Lake Crescent
02:52
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I met my love on a mountain beach
At Lake Crescent west of Port Angeles
I stopped my car to stretch my legs
I found her eating a hard-boiled egg
Like me she was traveling alone
Heading south on 101
She showed me where she'd been cooking
And had her bike stashed in the bushes
We shared some food and talked till dark
Swam with the sun high, took a traveler's day off
That night we slept under the stars
In the morning I had a ticket on my car
She told me she couldn't join me
Despite the fact I'd been profusely imploring
So we parted ways in the low light's rays
I was pierced through to so soon leave her gaze
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2. |
In a Bind
02:59
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I can see into the strangers
As I can see into the stores
They don't care what I came for
They're just showing me the door
Lord I'm in danger
Sliver moon and I'm in a bind
(seems) this erratic behavior
Ain't worthy of treatment kind
I know my place and yours ain't right
But I've gotta find myself
Someplace to spend the night
I don't want to sleep in the gutter
I don't want to sleep in the gutter
Forty-five miles from my hometown
It's been some time since I've been around
Don't expect they'd know me if I've returned
All of my bridges are washed out or burned
I know my place and yours ain't right
But I've gotta find myself
Someplace to spend the night
I don't want to sleep in the gutter
I don't want to sleep in the gutter
I can see into the strangers
As I can see into the stores
They don't care what I came for
They're just showing me the door
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3. |
CAFO
04:24
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This white picket cage feels like a CAFO
Without so much smell
It's rigor-mortgage and what's more is
My house is just one of these cancer cells
No the skyline is not benign
I'm making remission my mission
But how could I hope that this growth could slowly abate
I'm loosing ties with noosed neckties
Not drying ink on too many dotted lines
Well if I'm holding a golden ticket
Do I use it, burn it, or let it slip away
Their avenues I can't leave of lose
Asphalt atop cobblestone was a power play
With the people like soybeans
When factory farms constitute our means
Fit into rows in flat fields,
Drug 'em right and watch 'em yield
See, everybody's got their own phone in their cars heading home
Seems aircraft aren't quite the only drones
At the pump and at the polls
We're shackled and chained to the spectacle
Well if I'm holding a golden ticket
Do I use it, burn it, or let it slip away
Their avenues I can't leave of lose
The buzz in this hive leaves no room for debate
So then, is it our fate to conflate freedom with credit cards
To I've our lives in boxes in manicured yard
Then it seems we are just living things
With sleeves getting caught in our own machines
We are deceived, we are diseased
We are too hesitant to seize the means
Why hope for a tour of the factory
When we could have the whole damn thing
Well if I'm holding a golden ticket
Do I use it, burn it, or let it slip away
Their avenues I can't leave of lose
I'd live as a hermit but then how would I get laid
Well if I'm holding a golden ticket
Do I use it, burn it, or let it slip away
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4. |
Snake Flag
04:23
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Law of the land, I'll never understand
None written by my hand
I don't speak their language
Born(e) by war
never learned what peace was for
In times when bloodied tides are justified when televised
But rarely reach our shores
There's a snake flag flying under the stars and stripes
Up at the rich man's mansion in a city on a hill tonight
Still it's the poor soul dying under the badged boot
Down in Fruitvale Station, the whole world to look
What's wild is abandoned all for that profit advantage
It's taken for granted, there always must be some collateral damage
Law of the land I'll never understand
None written by my hand, I don't speak their language
Can't read the master's plan I don't speak his language
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5. |
Leviathan
02:52
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Never seen you running so low
Like you didn't have any air pressure in your tires
But you still had to go
Out to haul that chain in the rain
Cold toes in your shoes
Hollows in your cheeks and you're half confused
There's pain in your eyes
Wind in your ear whispering that banshee cry
And you can't sleep
After overnight another morning in your work week
You ain't free
Leviathan's dragging you into the sea
No use for the details in the sand
Maybe hope in seeing where the water meets the land
Treading water is the only plan
Left in the tool belt of the modern human
This prison's plush with faux-freedom
They'll still kill you for crossing the street and
Won't hear your words, they don't care for reason
Now disobedience is tantamount to treason
Truth it, god hates flags
Mark of the trade when draped over a casket
Markets left in the aftermath
Bet your ass the business class from war get cash back
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6. |
French Press
03:01
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Plunge the french press slow
Tell me you ain't gotta go
Morning sweet with turbinado
In rainy San Francisco
Quoting rap songs in bed
While I'm giving you head
Laughter wrinkling your eyelids
Was it something I said
Something I said
Tell me now why are you reaching in your closet?
Hope not for work clothes
C'mob now don't do that just stop it
Get back in this bed
Would you come back to bed?
Plunge the french press slow
Tell me you ain't gotta go
Morning sweet with turbinado
In rainy San Francisco
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7. |
Living by the Light
03:44
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I've been living by the light of each day
Sleeping the soft nights slowly away
I've been keeping to the backwoods as much as I can
A thousand acres ain't enough space for one man
With a fishing pole and a frying pan
It's been good to be under only my own weight
And losing lures in some mountain state
'round here it's cool, warm when the sun's high
Back home it's hot and the corn's chest-high
For keeping an eye, I'll bake my homies pie
These days I tend to wind my way with the wind like dust that settles in just to get pulled off again
Where did I come from? Where will I go?
How'd I end up in this grove of madrone
It's been days since I thought of home
I'm single and I smell, thumbing my way from here to the next watering well
But if I had a housey honey, I could shit shower and shave without spending money
But as that ain't quite the way it is
I'll content myself to this tent under the bridge
I've got a whole lot of who knows what left to find
Been clearing out my mind, time for redesign
I've set myself towards liberation
Traveling as living and not just vacation
I'm seeing for myself this sedation nation
I'm seeing for myself this sedation nation
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8. |
Wilderness
04:45
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You, woman
Are a wilderness
A high-mountain view
Void of tenderness
Unconquered despite the climb
With shadowed roads on the horizon line
My gardens would be
Ones with flowering trees
But such seeds will not cling to the mountainside
So to you I may go for thin air and big skies
Don't need my flag on your peak
To enjoy the view
To prove to myself I ain't too weak
To see something new
Clear water drawn away
Some snowcaps do not stay
The summer under the sun
Oh how the river runs
She said you look thin
How long has it been?
With a beard on your chin...
Good to see you again
Seems seasons have their reasons
And we must abide
The oceans have their motions
The moon makes the tide
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9. |
Indecision
03:11
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I don't plan too much in advance
Keep it low in athletic stance
But chance at times buries bullets, shouts dance
Rather die under fire than live in a trance
So I risked her gaze
Stepped into the maze and was lost for days
Came out bearded and in a haze
Oh but now the question remains:
Who's gonna be my one?
So it seems she still wants me
But she couldn't keep her hands out that honey
And I reckon I can rustle up
Something a little cleaner than this cluster fuck
Who's gonna be my one?
Don't you bring em indecision
Help me sharpen up my vision
And I'll do the same for you
You can count on me to be true
Who's gonna be my one?
...
Who's gonna be my one? Am I gonna have anyone?
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10. |
I Wish I Were a Tree
03:41
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I wish I were a tree
So I wouldn't have to wander
Catch the sun on my leaves
Put root to the earth that birthed me
Strive only to stand a bit taller
Been perched precariously
Like the shopping cart on the hilltop down the street
I am beholden to the breeze
On this now wind I am seed
And for the soil I hunger
I feel as old as love
Old as the ocean in the clouds above
I quit my patience for youth
And I caught the caboose, so I'm leaving
much of me you won't be seeing
Now I stand before the judge
Before my peers and my own love
My only answer is just because
Maybe I don't know too much
And seems finding out usually ain't easy
Been too long a gear on the grind
Wasting my time and my mind
When my movements are not mine
This intelligent design ain't divine
It's why I'm depressed and a heathen
So if I knock please open up
Please give me bread and fill my cup
Don't want cash I've had enough
I'd work for food and a place to touch
My head for a night of deep sleeping
I wish I were a tree
So I wouldn't have to wander
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