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Vulpes Vulpes
01:55
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I can't believe that I fell for this again. Why do you do this to me?
You lured me in and I bit the bait.
Oh, red fox, you're getting carried away.
I bet you think you're so clever, you do.
Just wait and see what's coming to you, red fox.
Red fox, you're gonna get it this time.
I'm gonna lead you to a trap of mine.
You're getting carried away.
I'm gonna lead you to the lion's den.
Let's just see which one of you will win.
You're gonna be sorry you trifled with me.
When you're at the maw, trust me, you'll see.
You're getting carried away.
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California Rough Run
01:58
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I know you're waiting somewhere on the west coast.
So I stowed away on a transcontinental railroad.
The train broke down ten miles from west Yellowstone
and I wandered around in the freezing cold.
I will never make it back to California.
I spent the night sleeping on a couch of back of a Chevron and
by the morning light, I was up and I was long gone.
I hope I never forget the way the sun broke through your curtains,
but regardless of what I remember, one thing is certain.
I will never make it back to California.
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Everything was a haze in those four remaining days,
and all the world was dying.
I slowly breathed in that sweet, smoky air -
all the beautiful lights, I sat and I stared
as the bass drum shook my skull and I tapped my feet against the cold metal hull.
The engine roared to life and the world began to whirl and
I was stuck in the current, and it swirled and swirled.
I staggered out and forgot how to stand,
fell to my hands and knees the warm white sand
and I was alone.
All the while, I was alone.
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4. |
Oregon South Rough Run
03:42
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Don't go chasing girls south of Oregon;
the southern islands aren't safe.
If you treasure your life or your peace of mind,
then don't go chasing girls south of Oregon.
Don't come crying back to me when you're left hand down.
And, if you hang right on the eastbound turnpike, don't you ever come back around.
Don't go chasing girls south of Oregon;
the southern islands aren't safe, and
unless you want your skull to ache,
don't go chasing girls south of Oregon.
If you kick up sand and always challenge fate
when you turn the old CRT TV on
to broadcast your mistakes,
don't pretend you didn't know
down which path your choices would take you
when you sat down at the front row
to watch the future they'd make you.
And you went chasing girls south of Oregon.
You knew the southern islands weren't safe,
but you went and got lost in the waves
'cause you went chasing girls south of Oregon.
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Dirt
03:18
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For once, would you stop crawling around in the dirt?
And stop sending pebbles sprawling, you're going to get somebody hurt.
I'm sorry, but I do not care about your crazy theories,
or your silly diagrams, drawn with a stick in the dirt.
Now, please, would you get up?
Take off that foil hat.
I've made us both dinner, no, nobody poisoned that.
Please just listen to me:
you are safe here with me.
I come outside next morning -
there you are again, with
dirt all over your knees and the same stick in your hand.
You had a late night revelation, classic movie style,
and realized that our nation is led by a reptile.
You know, this used to be charming.
Now you just sound insane.
You used to be my darling,
now you just talk inane.
Please just listen to me:
you are safe here with me.
Wipe that dirt off your knees,
you are talking crazy.
Roll back down your sleeves, please,
just be who you used to be.
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Sarsaparilla
03:00
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I've been poking around lately.
Seen a lot of things that I shouldn't have seen.
It's been a good two hundred hours since you came around,
a good two hundred hours since I could bring you down.
But when you come home this September,
I'll give you a fall to remember.
I smuggled Sarsaparilla through the gates today,
wasn't gonna let the border guards take it away.
I sat on the shore and I drank it all down and
spent the night wandering all through the town.
But when you come home this October,
your fall will be almost over, almost.
I painted a peace sign on a brick storefront,
but the owner popped outside and he was waving a gun.
I ran for my young life like a rat from a hawk.
All I wanted was peace - and to not get shot.
And when you come home this November,
fall will be rolling into winter.
I saw the first leaf fall the other day,
the wind grabbed it up and led it away.
It reminded me of the day you left,
got taken by the arm and dragged into the depths.
I hope you come home this December.
I hope you can make it for the winter.
I pray you'll be home sometime next year.
I hate that you're living in fear.
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Shelter From the Storm
04:45
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Break into the little house on the beachfront
just to find shelter from the storm.
Remove the little flare from my flaregun,
let it burn in the fireplace to keep up warm.
Feel you clutching my arm tightly
when we hear a rattle at the door.
I don't take this situation lightly;
I'm just as scared as you are of the storm.
And this roof may cave in
over you and me
and bury us within our
own little murder mystery.
Nearly starve to death
waiting out the storm ten nights.
Break into the upstairs pantry and
cook noodles over flarelight.
Feast like a pack of ravens,
suddenly feel alright.
Sitting in a circle in the dampened foyer,
daybreak is such a beautiful sight.
And this roof may cave in
over you and me
and bury us within our
own little murder mystery.
It cascades through the broken windows
as the house begins to rot,
as we climb outside and mind the broken glass
to find out what we've got.
Footprints into the distance
can't lead us astray.
Stand up and bear earnest witness
the true fighter's way.
And this roof may cave in
over you and me
and bury us within our
own little murder mystery.
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8. |
Youth Rioter
01:41
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I got lost in dreams of Zihuatanejo
and fumbled spare change in the coroner's playzone.
I spent three wishes wishing for a change
I knew I wouldn't see for the rest of my days.
I broke a bottle on the neck of a security play guard
and let all my dogs loose into the scrapyard.
I wasn't playing anymore and it was time for a change
that would rock a generation for a million days.
I'm the nails on the chalkboard and the hands in the dark,
I'm the killer in the curtains and the monster at the park.
I'm the blood in your eyes and the smoke in your lungs,
I'm the faltering underdog but I've already won.
As the walls came down and the border fell
and I met with the devils I know too well,
the chips were down and I felt the fold
but I played my cards and I went in cold.
The room wasn't hot, but Satan started to sweat;
beads of fire got his face all red.
I'd won the bet and forced his hand and a thousand shouts barreled through the land.
I'm the nails on the chalkboard and the hands in the dark,
I'm the killer in the curtains and the monster at the park.
I'm the blood in your eyes and the smoke in your lungs,
I'm the faltering underdog but I've already won.
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