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Preamble
00:28
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You're So Blues
03:08
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You're so rousing. You're so keen, you musta hung the moon. You're so selfless. You're so sweet, you'll have 'em coming soon. But I'm so hard stone deaf that I never even stop to hear your tune. You're so lucid. You're so sane, you're marbles in a row. And you're so ready. Baby, you're so quick , you'll take 'em toe to toe. But I'm so brainless that I don't even stop to say hello. Hello? Hello! Hello. He's the one you're with. But baby, he's so sick, he'll give a corpse the flu. Baby, he's so low. Baby, he's so vain. Baby, he's not me, he's no good for you. Cause I'm so chaste and sinless that I never even said a word to you.
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Autumn Love
03:15
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Leaves have fallen, the sky in a haze. Clouds are pushing out the summer blaze. The wind is howling, it's gonna toss me away. Just getting ready for some cooler days. I'm laying in the leaves and it's alright. Raging summer finally settling down. Sleeping leaves laying all over the ground. The weeping willow makes a sleepy sound. A handsome yellow wed to a beautiful brown. I'm soaking in the breeze and it's alright. Look at them go, hiding from the rain. Oh, the rain, it don't bother me. So happy, I could sing. I'm laying in the leaves and waiting on the snow. Sweet September saying, "Hello." Fair October gonna let me open all my windows. Lovely November, yeah, she's getting my vote. Bless you autumn, God, I love you so. There's a whistle in the trees and it's alright. Look at them go, hiding from the rain. What's the matter with the rain? It don't bother me! So happy, I could sing! I'm laying in the leaves and waiting on the snow.
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Wake Up
03:17
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I never wake up when I'm on my own. My body just lays there so I pretend that I'm sleeping. Going through empty pages all night long. My body is aching so I pretend that the head is gone. I feel it biting when I lay me down. Every little strip of light, every sound. Eyes are closed but the head is screaming. Dreams are fleeting when you're always dreaming. But I'm longing to go. I gotta get up and find someone to wake for. I never wake up when I'm on my own. My body just lays there so I pretend that I'm sleeping. Going through empty pages all night long. My body is aching so I pretend that the head is gone. You'll never know a man till you see his face at the break of dawn. Catch a little glimpse of the funny things that he's tripping on. As for me, I got my head in the deep end from never knowing what it's like to be sleeping. But I'm longing to go. I gotta get up and find someone to wake for. I never wake up when I'm on my own. My body just lays there so I pretend that I'm sleeping. Going through empty pages all night long. My body is aching so I pretend that the head is gone.
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Gabby Gasoline
04:33
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It's Gabriella Gasoline, incendiary locomotive machine. All she wants to do is go. That girl, she'll never stick around. See her riding through another town. One little spark and she'll blow. When do you wanna leave and where do you wanna go? Oh baby, you gotta know by now, you say the word and I hit the road. I know that you're getting so tired of the world you've been living on. Oh but baby, don't ya be afraid, I'll buy a ticket and we'll both be gone. Oh baby, don't ya be so mean, leave me sitting here all alone! Let's hit it, we can get on an airplane. We can fly to the morning light or maybe we could get in my car. We can drive till you're feeling right. I'll do anything that you need, just say it and you'll get it, dear. Anything that you want is fine, just don't leave me broke and sitting here. It's Gabriella Gasoline, incendiary locomotive machine. All she wants to do is go. That girl, she'll never stick around. See her riding through another town. One little spark and she'll blow.
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Jodie Lever
04:01
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Eighty-two with an unholy gleam in her eye. She sees everything with a smile,, it ain't no big surprise. She carries marks on a face of someone who knows. But if you're looking for wisdom, she'll never let it go. Jodie Lever, she got nothing to say. Jodie Lever doesn't give it away. I wish I could know all under the sun but Jodie knows you gotta learn how to walk before you know how to run. To hear her laugh, you know her's was a life lived well. But when i ask her, "Jodie, tell me a tale." She says, "Son, why don't you just go out and make one yourself?" Jodie Lever, she got nothing to say. Jodie Lever doesn't give it away. She'll say, "Boy, you're gonna have to wait!"
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Fishy Man
04:14
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The river's racing. The current taking me down to see my ocean friends. Oh, I can taste it. The salt telling the sea to take me back again. It's so amazing to feel that deep blue hand pulling me down down. I let it take me. Let the watery void extinguish every sound. Cause I'm a fishy man. I'm sinking gently down to a bed of yellow purple green. You think it's empty? No, it's moving and shaking like a jumping bean. The fishies race me but I'm unstoppable, a human submarine. It's all a mystery. Ha! Well, maybe to you but baby, not to me. Cause I'm a fishy man. I'm a fish! Swim like you want but take it from me, things are better in the big deep. I'm a fishy man. I'm a fish.
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Apple Peelings
04:23
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Left me here like a drunk trying to find a better way. Like a sea sitting still through a hurricane. No one near. Can't let them see a single drop of sweat. Like a plane made of stone. Like a bed too far from home. Like a stoned fool really trying to play it straight. Apple peelings and silly little feelings, you know where they belong? Dirty old shoes and faint I-love-you's, a garbage can can't go wrong. I don't care. I wad it up and toss it like a basketball. Lying flat on my back, I'm not afraid to fall. And I'm not scared. I could take a 12-gauge round right through my chest and it won't hit a thing. It's like a bell too old to ring. Like a jailbird trying to make his great escape. Apple peelings and silly little feelings, you know where they belong? Dirty old shoes and faint I-love-you's, a garbage can can't go wrong. It's such a load off when you don't need no one. Not a thing can go wrong. Cold indifference, it's a gift from above. Ain't got no interest, ain't got no need, ain't got no time for love. Apple peelings, oh you know where they belong? Dirty old shoes and faint I-love-you's, a garbage can can't go wrong. Spoiled oatmeal and you're god damn sex appeal, you can give it to the birds. Raw emotion and shallow blind devotion,, it just seems so absurd. Why don't we just throw it all away?
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No Wonder
05:07
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Turning away now. Turning away from the mystery. Turning away from the gun. I could sit and I could think about all the things left unknown to me or I could just live and love. I never see what I have. I just live for the grave. Think about what is to happen. Will I just turn to dust or will I be saved? Will I just turn to dust or will I be turning away now? Turning away from the mystery. Turning away from the gun. I could sit and I could think about all the things left unknown to me or I could just live and love. Life (real life), it's more than a question. Well, in fact, I think it answers itself. It's a garden of choice, not a delusion. Will I be ordinary me or will I be something else? Will I be ordinary me or will I be something? Turning away now. Turning away from the mystery. Turning away from the gun. I could sit and I could think about all the things left unknown to me or I could just live and love.
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Where Did It Go?
05:14
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I know you want it. Need it so bad. Baby, I want to give it to you but I don't understand. I knew I was limping when you said to me, "Baby, you better do something right now or I'm leaving." I said, "This never happens but I'm just a man and you're the woman of my dreams, so give me a chance!" But it's already over. There's a fighter down. I got nothing to show. Where did it go? I know what you're thinking. "He's disqualified!" Babyb, I wanna change everything but I can't overcome. The sheer frustration, think I'll die of shame. Baby, you'll never know what this feels like, never certain. But I'l make you a promise that never again will I be defeated in the scene. I'm making a stand! But it's already over. There's a fighter down. I got nothing to show. Where did it go?
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Jonas Martin Dallas, Texas
“His balance of deeply personal and broadly funny material, sarcasm and sincerity, social commentary and heart-on-the-sleeve
emotional storytelling, calls to mind the dead-serious goofball poetics of somebody like Father John Misty, who feels like a contemporary touchstone.”
— D Magazine
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