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mention Wonderful lyrics, backed up with a deceptively simple sound. I can't choose a favourite track because they're all brilliant in different situations! The record's just arrived and had a CD in it too!
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1.
I was the guard in the rations room Hungry as a hippopotamus The favorite child of some loony tunes The scoundrel of my inheritance. For all those on the shoes of truth I thought I was the heaviest breather I want to check if I heard you right I want you to swear on your mamma and Jesus For all those on the shoes of truth I thought I was the heaviest breather Promiscuous as a thought The lingua franca of the heart After drinking ourselves blind Feeling we proceeded For all those on the shoes of truth I thought I was the heaviest breather Huffing and puffing The swan song of the nothing I am not what I once was Under her kindness
2.
Y'all were living like the Royal Trux down in South America. Checking in on your unemployment, With a fake IP address, living on a lost position felt good. My life was like a cup that I filled, to the top and then a little more still, I had a woman that kept me well, and another in the next neighborhood. Living in between two stations felt good. I never cared much for my kin, I never needed more than a couple of friends but when you showed up that day on my stoop, I said that was a very stupid thing to do I mean what do you think You're going to get out of me She used to worry, that there is no fun that could black out the memory, of all the fucked up shit that we've done She wanted me to tell her she was wrong You were looking like the ghost of yourself, Your eyeballs were screaming help Goddamn you goddamn you goddamn you Goddamn the mother and the father who made you Whenever you were in a state, You couldn't help but to give her a ring Although you broke her like a buck for change Sometimes you'd wonder if she smelled the same And if living on a lost position, would feel good Sometimes I worry that there is no love Stronger than the memory Of what has been taken I don't know how you out live a child I guess you sort of wait around for a while But it does something to the taste Of every breath you still have to take And yet here we are still living on I was leaning on the window sill while the shit cooked in an Oslo hotel Obama on the TV set, Making some half-hearted threat Leaning on a lost position in this world It ain't only the pure products Of America that go crazy Some of us just get the fuck out of dodge So one of your little experiments killed somebodies baby I loved her like a sister And you were my best friend
3.
I came home with wet clothes in a plastic bag With a hunted look, stinking to high heaven I have not seen you in days I came home without any irises All the black in my eyes, as big as outer space I have not seen you in days Chasing the wind Around the garden, with fish nets Who was to have known, Who was to come home I have not seen you in days
4.
Prison Rules 03:58
5.
I could watch your slippering feet Threading into seam And your shifting passion older than birds But I could never be the young blood To crowd your coral veins with touch I hustled passed the artifacts The gift shop windows lined with elephants And I cherished like a secret your loud Confession to the florist of the storm, I thudded on I increased with the silence, Half-way up a mountain, and hurled Pantomime to the mourn There are paths that circle through a smell Releasing memory like an ocean through a conch shell I have hunted them all, raving mad in a fog I thudded on There is a massive rolling wheel And every spoke has to grease palms I was polite with you once, But farm boy manners opened you like one Well passed the bell soaked halls I waded through a hell deep as balls A mock cotillion of sorts, a feast of error Where echoes of your wet feet thud on and on They thud on And I could watch your slippering feet Threading into seam And your shifting passion older than birds
6.
A ferocious self-hood, A romantic imagination Ties you to a rock, with a bird who eats your guts And comes back for seconds Fifty hot suns could not renovate My tireless love of the cold case I love a real whodunit I'd like the rest of the night To keep wondering I wish the heart of man was an enigma So I could dissect life like a killer But when I nick the surface, It's like all of life's secrets Tumble in clean as daylight With all the evidence on the tabletop And an album of mugshots And the coffee that burns sour I guess the silence could be louder But I do not think so My hands went numb in Scandinavia I smoked my pack all night and watched Sherlock Holmes No one knew what was wrong, So I figured I must be getting punished for something The winter ends here in July, The Rico Suaves of the White Nights Go about there business Until it recommences in August The rest of the Year you need a cigarette lighter Just to see the air you breathe go: puff Yeah, it gets dark Uh huh, uh huh, yup If I could keep wondering, Then I would keep wondering
7.
Ice Storm #2 05:34
The hoar frost clings to the leaves and spider webs Clings like I clung to her promises I could not leave her alone, for five minutes a stillness has crept into her like the suspicions That would not leave her alone, for five minutes In closets, in shoeboxes, in pockets of coats I am still finding the bottles My father, he made his living as an actor Where ever he went women came after him He could not leave them alone, for five minutes He said: 'Look, your eyes drive through me like an ice storm Quit looking at me like I killed her, How 'bout you leave me alone, for five minutes' In closets in shoeboxes, in pockets of coats I am still finding the bottles The nurses, they were worse than worthless They could not treat her like a person I could not leave them alone, with her for five minutes My brother, he has been living in Europe Working on some private cruise ship Now he has come home, for five minutes I grabbed him, by the collar of his jacket, Please do not leave me alone, for five minutes In closets, in shoeboxes, in pockets of coats I am still finding the bottles I cannot leave them alone
8.
If I did not need it bad I would not ask, if the asking Did not snap like a twig Off the branch of a need Hacked by the axe of the wind
9.
Sometimes it feels like I'm living Someone's life, over again Sometimes it feels like the worst Still remains to come to him While the hardcore noise upstairs Is screaming for more Sometimes it feels like I'm living Someone's life, over again Sometimes It feels like the worst Still remains to come to him But what if all the hardcore noise upstairs I just the setting of the hardwood floors? I mean most of the time it feels like, I'm playing with the house's money Sometimes it feels like I'm singing All the words I will have to live Sometimes I wish I could swallow Them back down again While the hardcore noise upstairs Is screaming for more Though I must admit that most of the time It feels like I'm playing with the house's money And I scream for more I slap the table, I say 'hit me' While all the escorts Around the table are winking at me And the complimentary drinks Are enough to make me weep tears of joy I used to feel more like a man flying from what he dreads Than one who just went after what he loved
10.
Tastemaker 04:07
There flipping through the pages Because the pages make them feel like shit And you never feel so healthy As right after you've been sick Oh the negative appreciation, Hurts you like the love for your dad Always disappointed, In every itch I ever scratched So I started digging my claws Into another persons back Oh I do not regret it It was the best idea I ever had Dragged by my ambition To resemble other men And feeling pretty good When feeling like I did Until I met other people, And that, was that So I broke with my relations I lived in a coke dream, on hash And I cursed every sunrise With an 'Oh, fuck not again' Oh the solitude was terrible While I left you all to rot I was as lonely as a taste maker Who only cooks shit Like the eyes in a magazine Only look for an opening I guess I was on the the take I guess I was for the taking I guess I wanted to see The entire world naked, up to a point I was as lonely as a taste maker Who only cooks shit

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released June 10, 2016

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