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"Fun" (demo)
04:58
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It was hard for me to conceive
Of a fine day at the beach
Feelin’ just a little blue
Without whole banks of you
Without whole banks of you
Without whole banks of you
So I pack up my things and I drive for some hours
I drive past the bright lights and all the other cowards
Let my cynicism take all the money in my wallet
Be the fun killer
The fun killer
O why’d I have to kill all the fun?
If I could leave...
Would you place even a small bet
With the little money you have left
Just for something to do
When there’s nothing to do
Can we empty our bank accounts?
Would it even be a bother?
Feed cash to the oceans and the wildfires?
And the fun killers?
O the fun killers?
My head is overrun with fun
You wear your secrets on your face
No you shouldn’t go to Vegas
But do you think it’s cool to ask to stay
With my buddy’s sister in Salt Lake City?
Wait out the decade
Drive south to rock formations
Yea I know the desert can kill me
I know it’s dangerous to really know this country
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Rent
01:57
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World’ll wait ‘til we’re just a little bit older.
Tonight let’s keep talkin’ about books
On borrowed time lent by landholders.
I rent all that I see
And all that’s behind my eyes.
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Judah
04:39
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Country music’s been left inland
There’s only for minds to wander over the sea
To follow a line on you descending
A ribbon of electricity
I can see the sheen
Of sweat that made you slip
The folk music’s been left inland
And the salt water’s rushin’ through your lips
Your mother lost her job beyond the flood line
Sundays she used to tell you what’s to come
“Everybody gets to feel love
And everybody’s dancin’ in the light”
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Stella 1
03:36
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“Please use the cash I gave you to buy yourself from breakfast.
Are you in the city where the counterculture started?
Are there people in the street there smoking marijuana?
Lord, I wish they’d let us do just what we wanna.
Your words sounds sharper than a knife’s edge comin’ through the phone now.
The signal is so clear that I swear I can almost see ya.
Lord, I miss you yea you’re always ringing in my ears.
Lord, I miss you so much right now
Stella...
Stella...
Can you tell the conversation has been less than rousing?
And can you hear it in my voice that I’m still stuck on Marty drowning?
Lord, he never should have gotten that useless degree
And now he admits that he should have just listened to me.
Stella, I know you agree.
Stella, I know you agree.”
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Stella 2
02:07
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“Stella I’m wonderin’ when you’ll be able to visit your home. This might sound premature but the holidays are comin’ soon and I hope that you don’t miss your grandpa strummin’ his quiet songs and you know I always wonder why it takes you so goddamn long to tell me that you love me before you hang up the phone, to tell me that you love me before you hang up the phone, to tell me that you love me before you hang up the phone, to tell me that you love me!”
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San Luis Obispo
04:54
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These last few days, they taste like wine I can’t afford
I think it’s paid off, all my skimpin’ at the liquor store
Now her cheeks are rosy and there’s a pint down in her lining
I guess I should spend my time in San Luis Obispo
Each day I wake up and taste wine I can’t afford
Some heady shit her father bottled up in the north
We can’t let on when we’re walking past the blue boys
They’ll never know my luck in San Luis Obispo
They’ll never know my luck in San Luis Obispo
Lay all God’s wrath on the train tracks
She wouldn’t know it but there’s life in North Dakota
She doesn’t know it but there’s life in me that loves her
Who likes to float down in the wine I can’t afford
O where would I get all these ideas if not for San Luis Obispo?
Lay all God’s wrath on the train tracks
Lay all God’s wrath on the train tracks
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