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Porcupine, Porcupine
01:48
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Porcupine, Porcupine
High on pills and cherry wine
Shootin' quills at your valentine
Glad he's yours and you ain't mine
Climb a tree baby, leave me be
Porcupine, Porcupine, Porcupine
Prickle Pear, Prickle Pear
Got a twist in her underwear
The meat behind that thorny glare
Can't be worth it, I don't care
Out of luck, you're gonna sleep unplucked
Prickle Pear, Prickle Pear, Prickle Pear
Salty Beans, Salty Beans
Crashed the dance in her new blue jeans
Posed and pranced and made a scene
'Cause Salty thinks she's haute cuisine
Stove's too hot - she gonna stir that pot
Salty Salty Beans.
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Where's Pru?
03:10
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Gotta get my head on straight
Zero-out, recalibrate with Pru.
Damn this extravagance
Where's my coat? I quit the dance I'm through...
I'm through.
Passage booked and wayward bound
I looked around, around around and knew...
We sailed adrift through wicked straits
Where fevers wait and sirens call the tune...
We're doomed.
These seas are strange
The sky's gone red
A carrion bird screams overhead...
Where's Pru?
My race is run
My ego's fed
My morning sun lies sick in bed.
Where's Pru?
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Two suns rise
in Tucson skies.
And the orb that doesn't heat the day
illuminates another way.
We close our eyes...
...as blacktop spools
past motel pools,
you start one you've told before
but there's no one left around to bore
you lonesome fool.
Echoes of lost conversation
Postcards from the road not taken.
A dark star shines
on Franklin and Vine.
There's police tape around the block,
a broken halo limned in chalk
where we killed time.
And a cold sky glints
on Providence.
We fold our days into our dreams
these paper boats ride fortune's stream,
but where? And from whence?
Fragments of a life forsaken
Postcards from the road not taken.
Skies crash down
on a west Texas town.
The icy sweats at 3 AM,
the wondering “what might have been”
I know you're around.
I know you're around.
I know you're around.
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Everybody's Pressing
03:32
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Information? Affirmation?
What's your flavor, man?
Where's your station?
What do you make, and who do you take to bed?
Ain't you normal? Can't you fit in?
File these forms in
Triplicate then
We'll investigate everything you allege...
But everybody's pressing, and it's crowded out on the ledge.
Disenchanted? Taken for granted?
Are you ill at ease?
Are you growing frantic?
Are you willing to seize the knife that butters your bread?
Ever ponder radicalizing?
Life beyond your bleak horizons?
Are you towing the line
Or walking on the razor's edge?
'Cause everybody's pressing, and it's crowded out on the ledge.
(The first rule of plumbing is the law of the land...
How's life down-slope?
Here's a gas-mask, a black armband
and a casket full of hope
Can you hack it, can you cope?
Can you hack it yo?)
Camps and systems, rants and dictums
The pawns and kings of their convictions
Are jockeying hard for the
Ad-space in your head.
So double-click, like and follow
When do you spit? And what will you swallow?
Save your lipstick
The pig's been stuck and bled...
But everybody's pressing, and it's crowded out on the ledge.
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5. |
Cardboard King
03:36
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I'm your cardboard castle king
Kneel and kiss this crackerjack ring
And hoist the standard of my tinfoil crown
over Cardboard Town.
Unto Caesar his
And to thee thine
But somewhere in the middle baby
I gets mine
These fingers stink of a hundred pies
So recognize, recognize...
Ostrich boots, caked in mud
I'm drunk as a lion full of christian blood
My name's on a booth in the back of the bar
And I can crowd a room like a cheap cigar
I'm your cardboard castle king
Kneel and kiss this crackerjack ring
And hoist the standard of my tinfoil crown
Over Cardboard Town.
Forget how it's made man
Just dig how it's spent
The watch on my wrist will
Make a blind man squint
Am I insincere? Sure, but I ain't a fake
You can't whistle Dixie with a mouth fulla steak...
Stetson hat, telescope crease
My girlfriend's hotter than catfish grease
She's laughing too loud, man she's aiming to please
20 dollar stockings 'round her dime-store knees
I'm your cardboard castle king
Kneel and kiss this crackerjack ring
And hoist the standard of my tinfoil crown
Over Cardboard Town.
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6. |
Wished Away
03:42
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Ernie Ernst Texas
Eclectic hack.
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