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Tom + Grace
02:20
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Tom was late to work each morning.
He stayed home to see his dreams through.
Grace hated it. She never got away
with anything––that’s nothing new.
Stupid planet. I can’t stand it...
coming home feeling rung out,
can’t shrug out my day.
Stupid planet. I know you won’t
understand, but I gotta behave.
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Goodbye
02:35
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So you missed me. That’s a good thing.
I’ve got sunshine on a keyring.
Let’s see what the moon brings,
take the stairs up to your roof?
So you really have been hurtin’.
And what makes you so certain
that it isn’t me who’s tuggin’
open curtains in your mind?
My mind’s all made up.
I got no cures and all these potions,
vials floating in the brine.
I get so stuck.
I get so stuck in all the spaces the sun don’t
like to shine.
I dragged your bureau off the wall
and found the train tickets that you
had thought had slipped off to
where shadows chase their tails.
We could go tomorrow,
sit back and tackle crossword puzzles
as we cross the world in style
with little pillows for our heads.
Heading out again.
I’m still leaving if you’re staying,
so I guess this is goodbye.
Don’t you pretend you won’t miss me
overpaying for the love you don’t provide.
I might not call you, but I’ll try.
So I guess that this is goodbye.
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Gnost
01:51
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Dreamin'
03:27
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Hate to be so late, pops! I’m just a little afraid of hard work. Otherwise, I’d be here. I mean... first thing--every morning. Hell, I’d even sleep here. That’s not a bad idea, neither ‘cause I’ve been evicted. I love sleeping in. Once I start slippin’, you couldn’t know where I go when I’m... dreamin’.
When we kiss, the plastic in our sunglasses click together like claws. And I can tell you’ve been thinking crazy thoughts––bikini wax the dog, put cocktail nurses ‘round our baby?
Oh, Kate. Katie, listen. It’s okay to hate yourself sometimes. You just can’t do it all the time because you know where that’ll get you and, look. I know I’m buttin’ in and you seem fine––honest, you do––but it would be my honor to hold your VicodinTM while you get this figured out. Listen. Look. Believe me. Katie, believe me. Admit it, sometimes you don’t... dream. I wanna listen to what you dream. And I wanna hold you.
And I wanna hold your VicodinTM.
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Into the River
03:05
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Grace opened up the paper: Tom was dead so was his darling. They both fell into the river dressed like ghosts on halloween. The pier was damn near empty, except a homeless couple woken up by splashin’. Grace folded up the paper, lay down and took an aspirin, called her mother the next morning, and went to work. The news hurt. Wasn’t it giving only hints? There’s glaucoma in the fortune teller’s eye. It had been a joke, it was a disguise, but it paid the bills so it became her life.
When Tom first fell in love he was a tall kid who laughed easy. Balogna sandwich in his trumpet case and two jokes ‘bout his missing tooth––the first one was easy. He’d say, “I can’t remember where I put it all those years ago.” He saved the other one for tough old guys drinking on their patio. He’d say, “You shoulda seen the other guy!” and he’d smack his fist, look devilish... oh god life can be easy.
Now carnies bolt together the Pukifier 370TM. Grace mans the booth. She sells tickets, makes small talk to cover up the crickets. And then she does her trick. It was a cinch (a hole in one from fifty yards). She’d soak the bozo in the dunking tank. She had made her life as dull as paint and she never fed the hungry things inside, so she wished she’d been the lunatic who died.
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Ghostin'
04:29
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All those skeletons, all those ghouls wrestlin’ while the sky goes pink...
shove off. Or mellow out. I don’t know.
It just seems like at all the worst times
my words misbehave. It don’t mean
I don’t love you. I can’t mean that.
I can’t ever look away.
I’m never gonna wanna stick around.
We don’t get to be the things that we want
to be... unless we try to be.
Freedom! Sweet freedom. Sweet Janis Joplin leaping out of tapedecks on summer nights.
I don’t know why fun causes you fright.
I guess it’s something in your sight.
I think it’s a trick on me, all your books of astrology. When I look up at night I don’t seem alright. I don’t feel tucked in tight.
I’m expecting a meteorite. That’s just how it ought to be. You know? Something’s gonna clobber me.
Put me out of my misery.
You know just how it oughta be. I get high
all the time. The lava lamp’s philophy: You
cover the windows up with blankets.
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Foul land. O perfect growth of grass. You never got your pang of luck. July still comes with fireworks without you, without your Saturday night take on the sermon.
Without you, life is fall without decidious trees... stuck in a parking lot without any leaves, just receipts and puddles. I look up at a star-stung sky and I’m alone. It’s just me and my headache.
But anyone’s time is immentent. My time could be imminent. And I don’t know for certain if you’re still tuggin’ on the curtain of my fantasy. It’s hard to say, but I don’t think you’ll be sticking ‘round this fantasy. You don’t get to stick around in my fantasies. This is
devil’s play. You do not exist. You do not exist.
And I can’t say for certain of a bit of this.
I just feel alone.
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alga
00:39
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Grace + Dale
03:36
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Dale learns trumpet at 86. He needs so bad to have a mouth to kiss. He made a deal
with a pawnshop. He spends his days practicing, tests his scales against arthritis. Grace downstairs, damn near has a heart attack waking up and hearing Dale blat another fuzzy run of notes. He tries to blast along to Louis Armstrong, Lionel Richie and the Ace of Bass.
There’s no sense to his boombox or his pisspoor renditions of the themes from his favorite movies so, one February evening––Grace, she’s just had it––she damn near beats the door down. Thinks she’d find a drug addict, but it’s just Dale, with his boots on. Wrinkly old Dale.
When you don’t know where you should go, start to feel like you’re being choked––
it’s not your fault you just didn’t know
that once you go you’re gone for good.
If Dale wasn’t so bent over he’d be tall. If Grace were forty years older she’d look like Deb, gone 9 years this spring. He had to sing. That’s what he told her. He just didn’t have the knack. Watch out! The blues run up your arms and gets down in your heart.
Mine cart, mine cart,
Drift and spark. Slip
the track to find your heart.
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Tyler Berd - Vocals, bass
Jake McKelvie -
Guitar
Jeff Walsh - Drums
Jonee Earthquake - Pedal Steel
Music by Ty and Mike Holland
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