1. |
Midnight Soldier
03:14
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I might try:
Canyon Kelly in the bathroom shaking
Miss the point and foul out at breakfast
brine your shoes nice and tasty
a sullen meal with a side of heartbreak
But you leave the meal
Ludwig van and the salt shakers
and you eat the sun
and greet the
ready-made action takers
they fill the streets
free labor
pop a pill and bring your game
Tucson steady
Chinle shame
Duck down, turn around
The political game
and you see behind the eyes of the soldier
The haze
The whole rage
Lying in the darkness
plotting
And when your stomping grounds are no longer
shining
you look to grace
and hear her whining
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2. |
Laugh Out Loud
02:44
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Damn,
Nothing's worthy
The flame has gone
And I saw your son
And I know my worthy
Jesus help me!
Crawl out of your hole, girl
A scholarship for sale
I might as well
And the bathroom aching
for the party
And the principle has no one
left to wipe
So laugh out loud
Scream, shout!
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3. |
For Liquor
02:48
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Can you show me
a little more
See the shore line
Where it crashed years ago
The rumble shook
the plain
Hats off to your garden fame
and the nitwit
pokes at her name
And they cry for liquor
Out on a greasy morning
the driest jawn
rides his way
To be skinned alive by preachers
But no worry,
A shallow shade shall cool this fool
into believing that Alaska is simply
Just too far away
And the nightmare ensues
to resurrect each and every one of us
in our greasy greatness
And your sister is strong
And leeway
is damned for sure
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4. |
Story of Francisco
03:44
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A glow
A shallow hole
in your eye
And darkness
darkness rose
just to get well-dressed
to look his best
To impress Beethoven
and lilac girls
who crawl together
Laughing matters and
shooting stars
Passer-byers and whipping cars
And then
the story of Francisco
shot away
by the unholy jester
Who in his eyes,
didn't seem to care
Your age-old stone breaks apart
somewhere
By the child
whose mother has lost her hair
to our great defeat
limping up the stairs
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5. |
Male Rain Days
03:49
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Brown focus
Kneeling stoking
hot coals
Hanging around starlight
prisms
Cacti abundant
But I
don't mind the work
Or fire me into the sea
Crowded out corduroy sacred
siege
Highways all too nasty
Bellows out his fantasies
And a soul is lost
far beyond the tombstone
when simple Sam and his
eternal reward
are struck down by the silver sword
An event all too far to grasp
For easy Steve and the
highway cast
Highway 66
levels out at G-Town breakfast
And your little friend with the
short sleeved strain
tries too hard at the waitresses pains
An old tale from the male rain days
But now stopping in for chili dog and
rain-stained asphalt
Got to make the movie on time
for fall weather and great divine
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6. |
Shouter's Shame
03:38
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Good evening my people
do not fear,
Your states are here
Listen up everybody
Ninety miles of Africa swinging
unnoticed by the patriots at the movie theatre
snacking
And now the days go by
And the hours are grim
The minutes fly
And nobody wins
So blow off your steam
you lean mean hastiin
A knockoff dirty deadbeat teen
Yup yup
And now leaves fall like the yellow ambush
The point taken and made into a blockbuster
movie
And all the people say
We're on our way
So no flooding today
in great Piñon Arizona
Manchester
And our eyes are still searching
for the soldiers
in their flower houses at bay
And the students crawl
on beheaded scams
So what will we do?
We'll show them how it's done
Like boiling water gone wrong
Like miracles flown by
they still sing their song
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7. |
Tsaile Southbound
04:00
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Tsaile southbound
Little long road
wrap around
Athabaska foaming
Mighty plains
groaning
And I have no mercy
for heavyweight John Wayne and
happy birthdays
Call it Sunday
Mind numbing
coal burning
Sunday
Underneath the dark pines
old dry cantaloupe rinds
The crimson red
burning
Growing
Roaming
It's hungry
for highway darkness
Brain howling
Blood pumping
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8. |
Council Delegate's Wife
03:01
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Come here baby
Ooh, baby
I'm the bank
And I'm your wife
Cash me out
Cash me in
Council delegate
washed out
washed up
Steel truck
Hay day
I'm the bank
I'm your wife
Cash me out
Cash me in
I'm the bank
And I'm your wife
Cash me out
Cash me in
I'm a win
the sexy lady
for the win
Creeping out
in my jeans
Voted for you
now, let me in
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9. |
Pain in Popejoy's Hand
02:55
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And it all happened too quickly
With your shoe stain showing
beyond breath witnessed
And our carpool growing
And the half-breed shakes it off
to reveal the bony exit
out into his two-fold cemetery
that which outweighs science
A narcissist's clamored theories
They're just a pain in Popejoy's hand
But you couldn't say it
behind backstreet boy's lady
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10. |
Once More
02:48
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Liquid blood creaming down the
sidewalk
and into hardware stores
And my cottonwood paradise
has shifted
into Hollywood enterprise
And my spirit is still
cottonmouth shine
But you still don't see it
First world insects swarm
once more
Some shadow figure glazed my room
and I assume
I assume you've got some place to be
Some hotshot embassy
And they'll still want more
A blinding light shines
on the crystal door
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11. |
Standing Ovation
03:17
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What will thanksgiving bring to me,
the table?
Everyone crawling in disguise feathers up
casting shadows
The movements slowly moving
Marches breathing
As February marches in the game
Whispers my name
Her thunder rolling
The path upside down looking up to us
in our small town
aching
Fear blistered
You missed your stop
Quake in fury
hath the stoplight shown to protest you
and your quarry
The muscles outweigh fame and hang America
But we're down south now
Reminiscing of blowjobs and
Seven eleven
For about twenty years I'd say
Unravel bright decay
A standing ovation
A full applause
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12. |
Double Doors
09:58
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Those double doors
Open up those double doors
Let the mob on through
Let the mob on through
They all come in pouring through
Are you going to
Are you going through
Are you headed to
Steamboat Valley
in your cage
Are you going to
Are headed through
I seen a crystal valley
I seen a crimson valley
I just might stop on by
I just might stop on by
Take me out to
Monument valley
Take me out
Monument valley
Touch me in your tourist mind
Touch me in your cargo shorts
Touch me in your tourist mind
Lead me back
to the hive
Take me back
to your hive
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13. |
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Louder they scramble the streets
an audience tramples
to make way for the meat parade
all screaming neatly
some standing cheaply
and the hunks of physics
our invisible critics
rock your minds
they pour it on grapevines
they'll pull you to their side
for the civil war at the end of time
you rose as a statement
to fill the cup
you shot it down and built it up
with your left hand
and a stone brick for a head
a shopkeeper and his dreads
motel maid and her furious shade
they say that god made what we walk
but I think he forgot to walk his talk
and when I look to the wars and the nighttime haunts
I'll take what I've heard with a grain of salt
and the beauty of it
never really did seem to fit
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14. |
Horse Song
02:20
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You shone on
fighting the war
clobbering junk mail
concealing your vigor
behind the gay shower curtain
blame grows bigger
might meet the wife
the husband
the coal mine lay dusty in ruin
folding under hot pressure
America winning
because we eat eggs for breakfast
lasting might turning suicidal
forging iced coffee
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15. |
Blue Collar Baby
03:34
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16. |
Shouters Shame (Demo)
03:54
|
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Good evening my people
do not fear,
Your states are here
Listen up everybody
Ninety miles of Africa swinging
unnoticed by the patriots at the movie theatre
snacking
And now the days go by
And the hours are grim
The minutes fly
And nobody wins
So blow off your steam
you lean mean hastiin
A knockoff dirty deadbeat teen
Yup yup
And now leaves fall like the yellow ambush
The point taken and made into a blockbuster
movie
And all the people say
We're on our way
So no flooding today
in great Piñon Arizona
Manchester
And our eyes are still searching
for the soldiers
in their flower houses at bay
And the students crawl
on beheaded scams
So what will we do?
We'll show them how it's done
Like boiling water gone wrong
Like miracles flown by
they still sing their song
|
||||
17. |
||||
And it all happened too quickly
With your shoe stain showing
beyond breath witnessed
And our carpool growing
And the half-breed shakes it off
to reveal the bony exit
out into his two-fold cemetery
that which outweighs science
A narcissist's clamored theories
They're just a pain in Popejoy's hand
But you couldn't say it
behind backstreet boy's lady
|
||||
18. |
For Liquor (Demo)
02:53
|
|||
Can you show me
a little more
See the shore line
Where it crashed years ago
The rumble shook
the plain
Hats off to your garden fame
and the nitwit
pokes at her name
And they cry for liquor
Out on a greasy morning
the driest jawn
rides his way
To be skinned alive by preachers
But no worry,
A shallow shade shall cool this fool
into believing that Alaska is simply
Just too far away
And the nightmare ensues
to resurrect each and every one of us
in our greasy greatness
And your sister is strong
And leeway
is damned for sure
|
||||
19. |
Male Rain Days (Demo)
03:39
|
|||
Brown focus
Kneeling stoking
hot coals
Hanging around starlight
prisms
Cacti abundant
But I
don't mind the work
Or fire me into the sea
Crowded out corduroy sacred
siege
Highways all too nasty
Bellows out his fantasies
And a soul is lost
far beyond the tombstone
when simple Sam and his
eternal reward
are struck down by the silver sword
An event all too far to grasp
For easy Steve and the
highway cast
Highway 66
levels out at G-Town breakfast
And your little friend with the
short sleeved strain
tries too hard at the waitresses pains
An old tale from the male rain days
But now stopping in for chili dog and
rain-stained asphalt
Got to make the movie on time
for fall weather and great divine
|
||||
20. |
Tsaile Southbound (Demo)
03:56
|
|||
Tsaile southbound
Little long road
wrap around
Athabaska foaming
Mighty plains
groaning
And I have no mercy
for heavyweight John Wayne and
happy birthdays
Call it Sunday
Mind numbing
coal burning
Sunday
Underneath the dark pines
old dry cantaloupe rinds
The crimson red
burning
Growing
Roaming
It's hungry
for highway darkness
Brain howling
Blood pumping
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Hataałii Window Rock, Arizona
Hataałiinez Wheeler is a very modern kind of crooner: a pensive, deep-voiced troubadour whose serene surf-country songs tap into the hope and despondency of a new generation. The music he makes as Hataałii — a Navajo term that means ‘to sing’, a fitting diminutive of his given name — is at turns witty and world-weary, sunny but endearingly solipsistic. ... more
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