1. |
Alex Jones
03:22
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Alex Jones
Big boned
American navy
UAP baby
Sing it good sing it right
Thrust it plunge it deep and
Fling it over western skyline
I ain't never had no job
Just gettin up and gettin off
Couple bucks and I'm feeling good
feeling bad
Strut around this town
No more feelings to be had
But I'm just a fragment
Of institution
Manipulation
Of the nation
Of an old meat packing plant
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2. |
Brown Fool Eyes
04:38
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I think that maybe
We should start to try
To see this place through
Through different eyes
Because this pair still gets me down
Throws me in and out of town
These brown fool eyes
Don't do me right
A quiet king and his throne
Have been overthrown
Now he's got no home
But he ain't on his own
He's gripping his crown
Sitting under ground
And the shits flying on the surface
Now he won't make a sound
Should a blue pair change my sight
Switch my wrongs from right
Because these brown fool eyes
Don't do me right
A quiet king and his throne
Have been overthrown
Now he's got no home
But he ain't on his own
He's gripping his crown
Sitting underground
Shits flying on the surface
Now he won't make a sound
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3. |
Love is Over
02:02
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What's the use
We don't ever talk into truth
Feel it inside
It's an ache that will reside
But if you tell her how you're feeling
Is it worth the weight you're holding
Do I care
Do I think I'll get somewhere
Why should I care
Clouds still blowing in the air
You'll find it in the coming winters
Don't think that love is over
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Witnessing disgrace behind theatre
And then chasing moonlight just to be divided
And Athabaskan theory glinting
Dragging her feet under streetlamps
And she cries for her people
Under her crusty ghost town sheets
And you can't pull another
Of these California sweets
A shoelace ridden of teachings
A gut feeling coughed out left baking
Being born out of evil
Under the infinite critic
And you tried to test your might
Now on your way to town for new headlights
And so you cry for the sunset
For a dream that came and went
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5. |
In My Lawn
02:53
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Little men in my yard
And we watch from the office
Taking notes
When the Texan states:
It's much too early for this
In the pond
The minnows hum
Weed 'em out
one by one
Corporals gun
in my lawn
And all the motion
Breeds commotion
Figure stands
Upright plans
Sister's hand
Ten-foot brands
It grips my heart
She feeds emotion
She makes me sizzle
With affection
"Thank you everybody for listening to me and my album. Window Rock, Arizona. Chinle".
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6. |
Burn
03:23
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I had a love to tell, it didn't want to be
Before the ships set sail and landed at our feet
Before the world was new and its name was cast along
And all the people burned in the heat of his song
And today were blue
Nothing new
Sitting tired in our skin
A subtle burn still dealt within
And so you claim that you've won
That your next claim should be the sun
And so how far will you go
Before you take a look around and know
That your path was aligned
With the force you sought to fight
It's dizzying I know
We've sung it time and time before
And now we sit here with ourselves
Talking of reclaim or sinking in our shells
How did we come undone so quickly
A song is sung of the sun and its duty
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7. |
Go Ahead and Try
02:18
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Oh Mable please
Go ahead and try
You don't have the strength
Your mother's lazy
Your highway's crazy
Torn on the phone
My phone's a dusty bone
"Hello?"
"Hello this is New Mexico gas company"
And don't mind my wristwatch
Your brother's holding
We walked out of that hole
Walking our toes home
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8. |
Near The Sea
02:27
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I apologize
Yeah this guy didn't even say
Didn't even say goodbye
Yeah I didn't even send out my wish
I hope you're alright
I hope you find
What you've been looking for
Near the sea
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9. |
Buckskin Boy
02:58
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Buy nygren gave me a wristband as a community chain link
And the Fort Defiance postal office collapse
Revealing the sunsets
And my big excuse is
Last night's beans brewing in the crock pot
Stir my heart away
But I just shot my stare
No sir never did care
Paragliders
Buckskin boy reached over like a flower
Wanted to talk about his beats
I said no
Because a man's got places to be
These days when I'm older
I got no place to be
And these days
Cut a corner
You're a loner
But you still shoot your shot
With all your gall
Ink blot
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10. |
Something's in the Air
02:05
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Big, big life for a little boy
She's got too much to enjoy
Hand in hand should see it through
Oh I got some news for you
Sometimes life ain't easy Sioux
For people who look like me and you
Low nose and oh a deadly stare
But I think something's in the air
I see calmness sink about
Subtle changes to be found
Tempting past nor present now
Pulled from the future stable ground
And it's a hard, hard way
To sing the same, same song everyday
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11. |
Mind Didn't Show Alike
03:28
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You don't have to go now
Said the dripping queen don't change
But this place has turned to steel
Gripping
Set out to find somewhere clear
and open
But the minds don't show alike
To ring in any answers
And we all hid in our holes
Stuck with our masters
Wicked smell in the air
don't mind me
Pull up a chair comb your hair
The shoestring dancer
At least you took some leaps
While your heart beat
To the sound of the wind
And the dirty sun
And the lights didn't show till dark
When the creatures roamed
On risen trucks and creamy carts
But only half were stoned
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12. |
She Held My Arm
05:18
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She held my arm
And we walked around November
And I rose out of sound
Way back in September
I turn to stone
You lose your chance
I miss her so
I walk alone
Underneath the seasons
Down past street living
Through the crummy city
Looking for a reason
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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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