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I remember every detail, even though I watched you from afar. You were everything that I had ever wanted, and you still are. Now besides being that, you’re also just everything I hate. If it’s not hard, if it don’t hurt, then it’s not holy, and holy this sure ain’t. Mother Mary, our loved ones are buried, or so far away. If it’s not hard, if it don’t hurt, then it’s not holy, if it don’t hurt. I used to say, "I have no family," but now the church, I say, "it is the church." What would they think, if they could see me in this lot and on a Sunday? If it’s not hard, if it don’t hurt, then it’s not holy. God, how this hurts! Mother Mary, our loved ones are buried or oh so far away. Mother Mary, our loved ones are buried or so so far away.
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Gloat
02:30
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I think I watered the engine. I think I oiled the plants. I think I ironed her bachelor’s button. I’m sure I soiled my pants. Pull it back together. I’m not what I once was. “She doesn’t do certain things around here, because there are other things that only she does.” I think I watered the engine. I think I oiled the plants. I think the hollyhock just snuffed the foxglove. I’m sure they’ll find forgiveness in a dance. Go ahead and name our baby Jesus. He’ll still be a pain in the ass in the middle of the night or whenever you just want a half an hour to pass. I think I watered the engine. I think I oiled the plants.
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If You Want More
01:20
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If you want more than what you got, you better not reach in my pot. Above your neck, behind your back, on your hips, but off my stack. If you want more. If you want more. If you want more than what you need, you’re not alone, but you’re not with me. See I got this, and I got that. Got what I need, want what I lack. If you want more. If you want more. (guitar break) If you want more than what you got, you better not reach in my pot. Above your neck, and behind your back. On your hips, but off my stack. If you want more. If you want more.
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Help Me Feel
01:37
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She smiled to make us happy, not because she was. She yelled to make us angry. It was her little gift to us. And she wants to be a race through the snow. And she needs to be lying there alone. Help me feel what I've yet to feel. Help me be something real, something that matters, matters to you, to you and the world. Help me feel. And she wants to be a race through the snow. And she needs to be lying there alone. Lying there all alone. Lying there all alone. Lying there all alone.
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Trench Gun
02:35
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Innocent as hypocrites, you won’t accept your fate this time. Onto others, onto you, we reconcile. It’s what we do this time. And the backwater flip sponge, walking with a trench gun, spanking bait in forty-one. Oh yeah. Trench gun trench gun. Combat shotgun. Six shots make ‘em run. Love my trench gun. Innocent as hypocrites, you won’t accept your fate this time. You did what no one else would do. She walked away to thank you. He battled through. You battled through. Oh yeah. Trench gun trench gun. Combat shotgun. Six shots make ‘em run. Love my trench gun. Trench gun trench gun. Combat shotgun. Six shots make ‘em run. Love my trench gun. Innocent as hypocrites. You won’t accept your fate. This time.
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A Pretty Night For Dying
01:07
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It’s a pretty night for dying. He can strike me dead if I’m lying. We can ride the ice to the bottom. It’ll all go nice. Yeah, it’s gotta. Guess we messed the rest of your night up. All right, all right, I might light the light up. It’s a pretty night for dying. He can strike me dead if I’m lying.
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Better Them Than Us
01:54
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Get a load of them gettin’ a load of us. Who are they to look our way and judge? When the chips they fall, we may not have them all, but somebody’s always left with none. Better them than us. Better them than us. Better them than us. That’s what I say. Better them than us. Better them than us. Better them than us. That’s what I say. I may not have a lot, and hate what I have got, but I got you and you got me.
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Somewhere Down The Line
01:57
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When she was right, she was right. When she was wrong, it was alright. And we’ll meet up again in time somewhere down the line. Somewhere down the line. Would it hurt to know your baby’s on the road. She breathes in deeply in the cold. And now her lungs have froze. When you were mine, you were mine. When you were hers, buying time. We knew we’d have it all sometime. Somewhere down the line. Somewhere down the line.
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Garden of Jacks
03:03
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Such a simple mask, off with their heads. They’re snakes. And they, won’t mind. Justify our past, lonely again. They’ll mate again in time. And the ring bearer glows. What is it he knows? The flower girl she cries and lies, she’s putting on a show. The ring bearer glows. What does he know? She’s sitting there, she never cares, and no one knows. Such a simple mask, leaving both for dead. Stand here, baby, stand here by my side. Garden of jacks to the other line. Garden of jacks in time. We recommended whiter halos, but they ignored our plans, and when the buses came down separate roads, we knew they’d leave up one. Justify our past, if you insist. We’ll split the light. We might. And the ring bearer glows. What is it he knows? The flower girl she cries and lies, she’s putting on a show. The ring bearer glows. What does he know? She’s sitting there, she never cares, and no one knows. (guitar break) Garden of jacks, that’s what they say. And the ring bearer gives it away.
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Pueblo’s Bridge Council
00:53
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Agree on a keystone. Wear hazel tuxedos. The habits of Pueblo move the bridge slow.
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Pennies
01:52
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Middle of winter, and daddy’s in prison. Mama reminds me, he’s not an evil person. He just did something he never should’ve done. He got rid of someone for a pile of money. We really needed some pennies from heaven, and they just weren’t comin’. No one was givin’ pennies from heaven. Pennies from heaven. We kept on praying for pennies from heaven. Pennies from heaven, pennies from heaven. (break) Talking about it sure doesn’t change it. It only reminds me, how much I hate it. Momma she died here, I never related. Daddy he died there. I never forgave him for trying to steal us some pennies from heaven. She never provided pennies from heaven. Pennies from heaven, pennies from heaven. Pennies from heaven, pennies from heaven.
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Bait
03:20
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We pull worms from the dirt to replenish our great stash of bait, and I find things to do cuz I know we’ll have so long to wait. When I wipe the blood from your lip, you’ll assume I’m projecting disgrace, but I want you to hold your head high and smile like a saint. Yeah, I want you to hold your head high and smile just like a saint. Our great stash of bait! Her pants are pulled down to her knees, she’s so exposed. We know all the things that she clearly does not know, and you fudgel through the day, grubbling ‘round in the dark. You wanna slip through that gap in the pickets while eying the park. Remember that Zeena she needs you to tend to her ills, but the mountain of dishes is bursting the sink at its gills. My temple is throbbing with pain, but I don’t want her cousin to go, so I’m washing and drying your dishes knee-deep in snow. Yeah, I’m skipping and laughing so carefree, knee-deep in snow. Knee-deep in snow! The mites bite holes in the soles of my shoes, making me shorter in their eyes, but what can I do? Zeena woke with the elflocks again, so please help her to get back to sleep before she sees the dried blood in your hair and connects it to me. Before she sees the dried blood in your hair and connects you to me. Before she sees the dried blood in your hair and connects you and me. Connects you and me.
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King Everything Pendleton, New York
Loud & quiet; odd & ordinary; mysterious & straightforward; vague & clear; joyous & angry; fast & slow; messy & organized; simple & complicated; succinct & wordy; energetic & lackadaisical; continuous & disjointed; hopeless & rosy; new & familiar.
King Everything recommends:
So good! Consistent, intelligent songs. Made a new album each month for the first quarter of 2013. Hope he keeps it up!
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