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Sailor Mouth
03:05
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Sailor Mouth
I’ve been learning new ways to curse
Sure got a sailor mouth for someone who’s afraid of the ocean.
And the old ways are feeling tired
They’re not getting any sleep
They stayed up waiting for the sun
To shine through white sheep.
It’s a salty sweet familiar taste
When I say your name
And it always tastes the same.
It’s a salty sweet familiar taste
When I say your name
And it always tastes the same.
It’s a salty sweet familiar taste
When I say your name
And it always tastes the same
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2. |
Galveston
03:22
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Galveston
Candyland beaches
Water too salty to swim
Passed all of the dancehalls and dive-ins
Looks just the same as it did back then
But we lost the pier to hurricane season.
I remember how the clouds used to chase
The east Texas sunrise
Making the face
Of a little fat baby just standing in place
Crying for the last time and on with the day.
When I try to remember it I can’t
It’s slipping like quicksand
When I try to remember it I can’t
It’s slipping through my hand.
Howled at the moon
Calling for you
If comfort is a killer then maybe I’ll die here
With the cigarettes and old beer
And the lazy boy and lawn chairs
But it feels so clear
Looking through the muddy water
That I’ll keep coming back here even when it’s all over
When I try to remember it I can’t
It’s slipping like quicksand
When I try to remember it I can’t
It’s slipping through my hand
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3. |
Nowhere, LA
03:26
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Nowhere, LA
Louisiana
In a broken down car
At the whim
Of a kind stranger with a crowbar
Headlights passing us
Stranded in the bayou
Lost in the dark
Singing to “Pictures of You”
And I don’t miss
Chapping my lips from saying sorry
Still I wish
I could say it one last time
So many nights
I cut my tongue to make it sharper
It wasn’t my fault
But it wasn’t yours either
Stepped on my own tail again
When I saw you across the street
Thought of what I’d say to you
But my words all come up empty
All my words
they sound so empty
I like to know
That we’re now both growing up
Cleaned the dirt off my nails
And regained my luck
I wonder why
It was so hard to let you go
I know I walk fast
But my heart moves so slow
Stepped on my own tail again
When I saw you across the street
Thought of what I’d say to you
But my words all come up empty
All my words sound so fucking empty
Louisiana
In a broken down car
What if we
Only got that far
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4. |
Hot Car
03:54
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Hot Car
In the backseat
Interstate fast lane
Speed on the concrete
In my submarine
Listening to animals fight
Outside the bar
Crossed the muddy river
In a hot car
Thinking of ways I could waste my day
Smells like summer in the Carolina rain
Dripping wet in the scorched grass
Always getting the last laugh
I think it’s time
To go back
Interstate fast lane
In my submarine
In my submarine
Interstate fast lane
In my submarine
In my submarine
Interstate fast lane
In my submarine
In my submarine
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5. |
Silsbee
02:45
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Silsbee
When I go
Into that warm embrace
I can see your face
It looks like mine
But in darker shades
Like daylight’s fade
Shadow in the backroom
Moving just like you
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6. |
90 In November
03:51
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90 in November
Smoking like a sinner
Buzzing like a bee�
90 in November
Keeping up the speed
Pick up trucks are working
To pick up the pace
Lonely times are louder
In the Lone Star State
Technicolored sun
Like when I was a kid
90 in November
Heating up the grid
Fast times of getting way too high
Cardboard cut out cowboy
Waving my goodbye
Still it seems
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
Still it seems
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
I’ve been trailing off…
Lack of punctuation
Yelling like a dove
And sleeping like a question
Picking up a pen that’s running out of ink
Crossing my eyes and dotting all my T’s
Still it seems
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
Still it seems
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
Pressing my luck
With a $2 fill up
Might not get far but I’m fast
Making out with black lungs
And a heart of gold
Going once
Going twice
Now I’m sold
Going once
Going twice
Now I’m sold
Going once
Going twice
Now I’m sold
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7. |
Healthy
03:14
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Healthy
Feel myself turning green
From holding air that you used to breathe
Took a pill so I could stay clean
Because water isn’t what it used to be
I drink water to stay healthy
I’ll only leave the house
If you dare me
But it’s sweet to be sedentary
Feels like my own blood sugar
Is against me
And I wonder if it won’t hurt
You’re a vampire and I taste just like candy
Waking up in a puddle of mud
And it takes all day to clean it up
“Honey you look like a bedsheet to me”
Sick of dirty thoughts
Sick of schemes
To make do with everything
I drink water to stay healthy
I’ll only leave the house if you dare me
But it’s so sweet to be sedentary
Feels like my own blood sugar is against me
But it’s so sweet to be sedentary
I’ll only leave the house if you dare me
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8. |
Sharp Turn
03:54
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Sharp Turn
Sharp turn
Cold burn
I didn’t know what I was looking for
Until I wasn’t even looking anymore
Waste words
Are lost in my mind
These are the quietest of times
And I was wrong when I
Thought that I needed something else
Guess I was wrong when I
Thought I knew myself
It’s only human to wonder where you’re going�
I’m cashing in all the time I would’ve spent just
Waiting for you to call
Last word
Coming in too late
Wasn’t on purpose
But it wasn’t a mistake
And I was wrong when I
Thought that I needed something else
Guess I was wrong when I
Thought I knew myself
It’s only human to wonder where you’re going
I’m cashing in all the time I would’ve spent just
Waiting for you to call
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9. |
Lot's Wife
02:46
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Lot’s Wife
Morning never came
Stayed night time all day
And I don’t trust the clock anymore
Dog’s on a killing spree
Got an itch for killing fleas
Thought I could wait around
But soon I’ll have to leave
Stopped for a photograph
Of a moment in the sun
Looked like we had just won
But you’ll turn all to salt if you ever look back
Look out kid it’s getting late
We can come back another day
Looks like the second coming’s
Going the other way
And to make it all worth it
I leave one hand in the sun
Just to play with the light
Just to play
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10. |
Superhero
03:15
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Superhero
Foot through the mirror
Thought I could walk right through
You make me feel like
I could do anything that I wanna do
Like I’m a superhero�
With an unbreakable body
And every comic book varlet
Can’t hold a candle to me
I stretch out on the carpet
Cut my hand open
Some loose staples laughing at me
And stitches aren’t an option
Check out this hot rod vigilante
She thinks she can fly
That’s what loving you feels like
My mind is racing
Like an old greyhound who gets put down
Nobody bothered to tell him
This would be his last go around
I’m blind and I’m smiling
Because you’re in the crowd
Actually you’re alone
And my footsteps echo as they hit the ground
And I can feel my heart setting a fire so big
It’d burn the city in the blink of an eye
When we’ve cleared away all of the rubble
Above us there’s a clear blue sky
That’s what loving you feels like
That’s what loving you feels like
That’s what loving you feels like
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