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Never Left the Ground
03:49
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There are greener pastures on the other side
But I like the way the dead grass Itches my spine
And my healthy dash of scoliosis helps me fit the curvature of the earth
I can stare at the sun all day long
Sit out with bugs on the lawn
And one day I’ll have cataracts and the rolly pollys will have my back in the hearse
Tightrope walk in steel toed boots
Move like you never left the ground
Sometimes the world is how it was and
Sometimes it’s how it is now
I’m inside a fishbowl in an empty house
Wearing salted dust like an encrusted blouse
maybe I’ll head to the ball
Where light is slight and uncomfortable
And I’ll dance
Tightrope walk in steel toed boots
Move like you never left the ground
Sometimes the world is how it was and
Sometimes it’s how it is now
It’s ok to rest your feet to calm your head and in between
With Jests or sobs or bloodied palms
Whatever you prefer
Eventually you’ll come to hope that in your head you’ll find that rope
Instead of kicking chairs you’ll climb and move on forth with grace and grime
And you’ll get there
Tightrope walk in steel toed boots
Move like you never left the ground
Sometimes the world is how it was and
Sometimes it’s how it is now
Sometimes it’s how it is now
Sometimes it’s how it is now
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Sheltered demons
Haunt me as I sleep
In my flesh and finger tips
I hear them when I breathe
Nothing is ever done
Kitchen sinks and bubblegum
Nothing is ever done
Hitchhiking with broken thumbs
I wish I was a heathen
No singed hair or burning trees
It's hard to pray for nothing
When miracles are all that you see
Nothing is ever done
Kitchen sinks and bubblegum
Nothing is ever done
Hitchhiking with broken thumbs
Nothing is ever done
Kitchen sinks and bubblegum
Nothing is ever done
Poachers with their rabid guns
Nothing is ever done
Kitchen sinks and bubblegum
Nothing is ever done
You cut your heel and now you can't run
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Burner Lays Asleep
01:49
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Pot is foaming rolling over
Burner screams and weeps
I am driving down the road
Like Europe owns these streets
One more time my brain suggests
You’ll feel as good as god
The stove is soaked engine roars
The goods as good as gone
The pot is cold the mess is cleaned
The burner lays asleep
The voice is hoarse dry and cold
Hello it vaguely weeps
I sit now calm eyes in half
The ocean rings the floors
The voice it yells the voice it creeps
But I’ll just walk ashore
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