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Give Me Robert Johnson
03:10
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Give me Robert Johnson
Got a real bad feelin' I'm about to vomit
This trust-fund dick's got something on me
He's got a real expensive sound
And a wig that makes him taller then me
And with his band he's singing the sad song
Of how he lost his latest girlfriend
I'm tired of the same old game of deadpan irony
Give me Robert Johnson and a smile you will see
No, I don't want to sing with my tongue in my cheek
Don't spin me around or make me dizzy
He's got a real sarcastic sound
And a shirt that make his muscles look
Bigger then they are he's tellin' the sound guy
To raise the volume on his vocals
I'm tired of the same old game of deadpan irony
Give me Robert Johnson or if not than Leadbelly
I'm tired of the same old game of deadpan irony
Give me Robert Johnson or if not than Jellyroll
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Cockroach On Trenton
04:17
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Cockroach on Trenton
There's a stain on the carpet it looks just like New Jersey
There's a cockroach on Trenton who's been stuck on his back
For longer than he remembers all he knows is the ceiling
And a vague recollection of his home that he left
Beneath the ancient couch where I'll lay my aching body for a while
And travel to a world where I'm a knight in armor
And I battle beasts in far-off regions in search of my princess
Just like a goldfish it's 1-2-3 forget
All I ever wanted to hear
Was what you wanted me to do about the problem at a hand
But you shut me out until I lose the will
To proceed with it 'till the problem's fixed
I saw Napoleon in my father and then and then I saw my father in Napoleon
I saw my father in my ugly self and then and then I saw my ugly self in my
father
There's a cockroach on Trenton who looks just like Napoleon
To outer space I will float just like I told you that I could
Up to that same old world where I'm an alien
And the people there will all be scared of me and my ten fingers
Just like a goldfish it's 1-2-3 forget
All I ever wanted to hear
Was what you wanted me to do about the problem at a hand
But you shut me out until I lose the will
To receive your grace so I'll leave this place
I want to cry I want the blues I want the worst news
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Inside A Cave
04:42
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Inside a Cave
You in your fruit dress me in my slacks
Wait right here I'll be right back
'Cause winter is too long and so is the night
And you and I will be alright
Alone inside a cave tonight
We'll wait until the sun arrives
Painting the walls with gloomy blue figures
That clutch skulls with crooked fingers
Climbing a tower on Mohican ground
Then we'll come down and sit around
Alone inside a cave tonight
We'll wait until the sun arrives
Come inside and bring your book of pictures
Don't forget your complicated matrix
Hearth is home, there's nothing wrong
Drunk and stoned where we belong
Beside a dancing flame
After the fall-out toothless and told
Your dress is torn the truth is old
You've got my eyelash, and I've got your hair
We're all jokes and laughs when we're
Alone inside a cave tonight
We'll wait until the sun arrives
Don't turn off the stereo don't turn off the stereo
music keeps our bodies warm
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Shoebox Diorama
04:01
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Shoebox Diorama
Living in a shoebox diorama
With a narcoleptic dog and a blue spy camera
The TV only plays Japanimation
You know that stuff is all too much pornography
I'm a Lazy Man who never pays his taxes
I spend my mornings curled up in a book of matches
(Who's that there?) Who's that where? (That there lady)
She's my baby she's a harem queen
When she's my Blanche Dubois she brings me to her sappy southern scene
But she's only make-believe and
So I never really leave this cursed shoe-box diorama
Reading from a collection of half-written novels
Where nothing ever ends or finds resolve
Everyone I know is a fucking liar
As long as I believe my own bullshit I'm happy
I'm a stubborn ox who never pulls his own weight
And to the walls of my box I will pontificate
(Who's that with ya?) She's my sister (No she's not)
She's my hot mama son-of-a Jew
When she's my Daisy Miller I let her turn my screw
But she's only make-believe and
So I never really leave this cursed shoe-box diorama
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The Lull
05:10
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The Lull
I was a road bound for Texas
Until I took a bite of her petite fors
A greenish hue around a streetlight
Skews the fact that she's painted red
I fell into the ether I got lost in the Lull
I read her honeysuckle gospel with my nose
And every scent was like a bandage of words
So we'd stay in and trade electrons
By playing scrabble with our mouths
And when the door was finally open
She up and vanished like a trilobite
I fell down in her roses I got up in the dark
She left this skinny protozoan to evolve
Into an unemployed mortician with a gut
These days I lie here on my broken mat
These days I lie here on my broken mat
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