1. |
Room in My Cab
03:20
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Room in My Cab
There’s room in my cab
C’mon let’s go
There’s room in my cab
C’mon let’s go
I was wandering to Queens
It was a snowy city walls of great snow drifts
No trains no busses
Oh this girl exclaimed as we both discovered the B69
Was out for the day
And cabs were skyrockets
Hey hey, how about sharing a ride?
What a sweet tender regional accent
And on the ride you confided your disappointments
No one to snap pics of today
Your model canceled how rude
So could I come get a shoot
The answer’s yes
There’s room in my cab
C’mon let’s go
There’s room in my cab
C’mon let’s go
I feel at the center, the center of life
If you can feel me you can feel everything
That’s ever been and ever will be, ever will be
There’s room in my cab
C’mon let’s go
There’s room in my cab
C’mon let’s go
let’s go
let’s go
let’s go
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2. |
Best Dream Ever
03:01
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Best Dream Ever
I was walking around my old courtyard
The apartments looming so large
I remembered Dennis diving down
Catching the football slicing his hand
Something seemed a little off
The air was gooey and soft
Couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing
Then I realized I was in bed dreaming
Somehow my mind suddenly woke up
Like someone slipping off handcuffs
Remembering another dream I had
Suddenly I felt a little scared
In that dream I went home alone
Found my family was gone replaced by strangers
There was power knowing where I was
I grew mesmerized with what loomed above
Swinging my arms I felt so surprised
Floating up like smoke way into the sky
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3. |
Father My Father
02:50
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Father My Father
First of all, I’ve been trying to father
my father since forever
I got nowhere but made a few good jabs
Let me what I was trying to teach him
But had to do it loosening up and having fun and measuring less
Oh the man tried to teach me about
mm thinking overthinking thinking
again and then doing, and then doing
whatever you want,
fuck the education is all he said about education
And then
do it for yourself nobody
can tell you what you love
what you really love
so to the point of your question
how would it look if I had fathered myself like a father
I can’t imagine
it’d be louder, it would have less class
It would involve less Russian lit being
Read voluntarily by yours truly
It’d be less renegade
It’d be less getting up at 8 am because I want to maybe
Clean out the gutters before I trim the hedges and clean out the pool
And some light plumbing
I’d say if I were my own dad
This life would be a first instance, dress rehearsal
And the next time, and the next time I would try to be first on his life
Of potential children
So fuck the education is all I say about education
And then do it for yourself nobody can tell you what you love
what you really love
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4. |
Still to Learn
05:21
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Still to Learn Structure
I was laughing when I read one of your questions:
What is America’s biggest problem well god where do I start
Right away I thought if my father hears this
He’ll tell me that I should be grateful that I’m here
Maybe we could start with how this place was founded
On the backs of darker men
I know we really don’t like to think about it
There’s no coming back from that
I don’t know if this is how you thought I’d answer
Maybe it’s a bit too obvious for singing in a song
Now I’m thinking about all the blood we spilled
As we surged across the plains and on into the west
I think about how Polk sent armies into Texas
To provoke another war
How our greed for land and resources and money
Turned us evil and cruel
And another question I liked is who was I in a past life
Maybe a sharecropper working the land
Getting fucked by the man
It’s more likely that I worked inside a galley
Cooking meals & cleaning sheets & sometimes I would dream
About a time when things were easier by miles
I might sit around and worry about things in the past
Sometimes I can feels so impotent and weird
Stuck inside this fleshy skin
Maybe next time I’ll be living as a monkey
There is so much still to learn
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5. |
Piles
01:03
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Piles
I can’t really remember now
I thought she slept with her ex
Creepy Phil who dealt ecstasy
What a wicked weird mess
I went back to the Greasy Wheel
Cried in my bed for a while
Grabbed the clippers out of the bathroom
Shaved my hair off into piles
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6. |
Manta Ray
02:23
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Manta Ray
Oh it was building up
I could tell
They were coming my way
Oh I came running from far away
They had to know it was serious
Look I said pointing wildly in the other direction
Oh it’s big it’s as big as the top of a caravan minivan roof
And they finally followed me there
And there was nothing to be seen
Cuz I lied about a giant
What’s it called sting ray manta ray
I lied, I lied to get my whole family’s attention, to walk with me
To where I wanted them to stand
And I wanted, oh I wanted the attention
That someone gets when they discover something
So I lied about a giant
What’s it called sting ray manta ray
I lied, I lied to get my whole family’s attention
Then I saw one and they didn’t believe me ever again
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7. |
The Spaceman Type
02:42
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The Spaceman Type
Sitting here in this squeaky chair
Staring at an empty page
Imagining I’m somewhere else
Maybe floating in space
I love this weightlessness
Feeling short of breath
And the steady echoing
Heart in my chest
There’s a goddamn truck outside
Filling up the propane tank
These winters last so long
I could use a break
Just let me float away
Up through the clouds
Looking down on everything
My tiny house
I’m not the spaceman type
I get sick on ferris wheels
Still this sweet fantasy
Holds such appeal
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8. |
Mean to Becky
02:20
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Mean to Becky
My memory
Is
Of hiking
Up to Camel’s Hump
On the paved road,
We tredged along
In a teenage slump
Becky why were we so mean
Becky why were we so mean
I guess we didn’t have anything else to do
I think it was racism and also classism
I have to
Imagine we were the products of our fam-lies and our tiny town
Knowing so little, thinking so little
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9. |
Haven
03:40
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Haven
When I came here
I felt a haven
When I came here
I didn’t want to leave I believed it was for the best
Said I’ll be back, I always will come back
When I came here we went to the ocean
The kind that’s the best forgotten in a box
A corner of the seasons when no one’s out
In droves with their sunblock
I believe it’s real I will be here
In each season
I believe I will, I always come back, even when I go across the ocean, across the country
Always toward a pyramid
When I came here I was feeling lonely
You met me at the bus stop stopped
And really got me, said feel free to drop
Your bags here a while while the earth turns a while
I am a ship that never had such a marina to land in
And the smell and the colors and the smell of the colors
And the way that you make a home
I want to be part of that haven
I believe you’re real I will be here
There’s my good reason
I believe it’s real I will be here
In each season
In each season
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10. |
White Lies
02:01
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White Lies
I’ve told some stellar lies well-crafted grandiose
Ditched class for half a year said I was at band practice
Claimed I’d gotten laid down in Florida
Visiting my grandparents in that trailer park
Blamed Dennis for the bong dad found in my sock drawer
We made with parts we stole from Mr. Reep’s bio class
But I’m not bad at all I’ve tried to mend my ways
Now the only lies I tell are little white ones
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