1. |
20 Pound Ted
03:54
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Old Ted, the 20-pound trout
He played a mean banjo, sang
Johnny, I want my liver back
and put bullets in the Bible
They fetishize disaster
we demonize distress
Ted said If you make your misery rhyme
it’ll hurt a whole lot less
The prisoners grow coarse
so do those who participate
Jailers & witnesses stay mum til it’s too late
It's curious living at the end of the world
when the oligarchs decide
We all break into tiny pieces
The plutocracy divides
In the fields of wild arugula
lie the bones of a blue-eyed dog
It’s harder to ignore the mores
than it is to defy the law
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2. |
52 Blue
03:31
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She is a large whale
Saltwater Clydesdale
The stuff of folktales,
but this is true
In the north Pacific
to be specific
Is a terrificly lonely whale
She’s called the 52 hertz whale
because of her off-key song
The other whales don’t get her
She’ll never belong
You see most whale calls
are dull and banal
Predictable and bland
But this whale’s song
she does it all wrong
she’s had a life-long, fear
of being misunderstood
The blue whale, 10-39 Hz
The fin whale, 20 Hz
Our whale, 52 Hz
Since 1989
we hear her weeping in the brine
a one-whale chorus line
the loneliest whale in the world
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3. |
Bulldogs and Barnacles
03:12
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Bulldogs & Barnacles
Swordfish & cheese
Lampreys & lavender
Box springs & bees
Rutabagas & soda pop
Clarinets & cats
Rhubarb & razor burn Trombones & bats
CHORUS
That’s how we fit together,
We’re both odd company
but that doesn’t change a thing,
It’s just you, for me
Eggplants & banana fish
Osprey & eels
Barbeque & barbiturates
Perverts & seals
Man-o-wars and marmalade
Sasquatch & spam
Unicorns & potato chips
Starfish & jam
CHORUS
Chorus and Verse simultaneously
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4. |
Damage Done
05:33
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Our love was soaked in rum, your heart swimming in your chest
But we weren't down in Cuba and you know nobody's free
You can move to a new country, learn to speak again
But you can’t just escape the damage done
The heat burned off our sins and the rain it washed us clean
But the memory clings like a ghost that won’t let go
Every man selling his wares shouts out a different call
And you can’t just escape the damage done
You can’t just escape the damage done
You played a sweet melody, repeated in my head
But with the sweet came sour In the things you did and said
The earth it shook and the fireworks, stars shooting in the sky
And you can’t just escape the damage done
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5. |
Dumpster Fire
02:35
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Why won’t you believe me,
Half the time I’m telling the truth
You can be my Lincoln,
I will be your John Wilkes Booth
I may be a train wreck
I might be bizarre…
But you can still warm your cockles
On a dumpster fire
CHORUS
What if my fear of
Pain keeps me from
Loving all the way
All those brilliant Colors, lamely
fade to Gray
There’s got to be more to life, she said
The grandeur, and the kink
I said, darlin’, that’s beautiful,
Let’s sleep all day, then drink
I get to work, I start to cry,
I whimper and I sweat
It's almost like I wonder,
how fucked up can I get
CHORUS
I will be your scapegoat
I will be your dog
But. If. You. Want. Intimacy
You can read my blog
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6. |
Don't Need Faith
03:12
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The center of our galaxy,
hollow as a soul
Stars are born and die there,
a murder of black holes
We are the only bad guys
The demons and deranged
Pinwheel spinning in the graveyard,
barometer’s unchained
We celebrate and suffer,
But here’s the big reveal
You don’t need faith
For something that’s real
A chained-up alcoholic dog,
barking at the moon
Drinking for transcendence
But he always dies too soon
She took a bunch of shit from me,
she stole the whole damn show
physical and metaphysical,
I was too dumb to know
We consummate, we criticize
But here’s the big reveal,
You don’t need faith
for something that’s real
We are an infestation
We’ve overflowed the banks
We bring the great extinction
Wail, Rage, Dance
Paradise and paradox
But here’s the big reveal:
You don’t need faith
For something that’s real
We celebrate and suffer
But here’s the big reveal:
You don’t need faith
For something that’s real
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7. |
Beautiful Nonsense
04:49
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Quietly, seeking annihilation
Life’s tangy, for, a moment – then forgotten
Why is she, in love with me
Can’t she see, that I am rotten
<CHORUS>
Her life, is, vast, her, life, is, small
The moonlight on the water, is gleaming
The years, they pass, in no, time, at, all
(The) meaning of life is to give, your life meaning
A little man, lives alone, in a cabin, in the woods
On his birthday, he feeds ducks, in a tuxedo [break]
He’s extraordinarily attuned, to the comings, and the goings Of the ice, and the geese, and the light -- and the mosquitos
<CHORUS>
(So) many dreams, in the hallways of a vast hotel
(What I'm) trying, to reach, consistently -- is you [break] My holy land, is my grandmother's kitchen
(With) baloney, & Velveeta, on white bread, she said I love you
CHORUS
Look for the danger, and risk, in each, situation
Then let us, proceed, without, hesitation
Destiny, she, laughs, at, me
Such beautiful nonsense is self, immolation
CHORUS
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8. |
Ode to Compost
04:10
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Dirt
You can start with this one thing
Or something brown and dry
to provide the carbon
But it’s not the only thing….
Then come scraps of food
Something colorful and gooey
Or something green like leaves
That will add some nitrogen
But that’s not the only thing…
CHORUS
This is an ode to compost
You can make it at your house
You can do it with your family
You can make some with your spouse
This is an ode to compost
Your garden veggies will agree
If you want soil that’s dark and moist Then listen carefully
Air
Cuz even compost needs to breathe
It needs some oxygen
For the decomposition
But it’s not the only thing
Water
Some call it H2O
In just the right amount
Will keep the party going
And going
CHORUS
Worms
You make it so much better
With your squirmy little dance
You make composting a party
You make composting romance
Poop
From the horses or the cows
From the chickens or the piggies
Team up with microorganisms
There are so many
CHORUS
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9. |
Yo Adrian
05:20
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There I was in the back alley
behind the bar smoking cigarettes
smelling dumpster smells crying over you
There he was with a shopping cart
he saw me there through chain link fence
smoking cigarettes crying over you
He yelled yo girl are you okay?
you can call me rocky yo that’s my name
I could see the ghosts of gloves on his hands
CHORUS
Yo Adrian, yo Adrian,
where are you tonight are you worrying?
Yo Adrian, yo Adrian
He gripped the chain link as we talked
said he had olympic metals and all
he wore an old wool sweater and a stocking cap
I could see him running those famous stairs
in Philadelphia punching at the air
his breath like smoke in cold morning mist
Yo Adrian, yo Adrian,
what did you think when you first saw him?
Yo Adrian, yo Adrian
How much did those punches hurt?
is it worth it now that your brain is shot
can you teach me how to make it through this life
and how did you know she was the one?
she didn’t want you but you fought for her
then she loved you fierce and she loved you true
how many tears did you cry for him?
Yo Adrian, yo Adrian
you’ve had your problems and I’ve had mine
no more drinks for me at least not tonight
cause the crack of dawn is training time
Yo Adrian, yo Adrian
Yo Adrian, yo Adrian,
what did you think when you first saw him?
Yo Adrian, yo Adrian
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10. |
Ron Bell's Mustache
02:52
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High above the freeway, like God, glaring down
With a grimace so majestic, a surly alpha frown
You may call him Ronald, you may call him Mr. Bell
Me I call him genius, does what he does so well
Ron Bell’s Mustache
I too have a mustache, but mine is not so neat
I brush it, I oil it, and I start to feel complete
But then I see his mustache when I’m driving to the mall
So majestic and so bushy, and almost 4 feet tall
Sir, please don’t sue me, I’m not trying to be snide
If I’m hit by a drunk driver, really want you on my side
And if you represent me, I hope that I’ll find
That when it comes to grooming tips you’re generous and kind
Sir before you send my letter, telling me cease and desist
if it’s not too much trouble, could you jot a little list
I’d like to get some grooming tips, I’d love to get some grooming tips
I’d really like some grooming tips, please give me some grooming tips
Someday the world as we know it, will come crashing to a halt
Sometimes that makes me sad, but that is not Ron Bell’s fault
The best that we can hope for, when we are dead and gone
is that somewhere in the desert, Ron Bell’s mustache will live on
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11. |
Providence
03:48
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Mineral Hill Albuquerque, New Mexico
Mineral Hill was formed in 2017 in Albuquerque to bring light to a dark world in the form of salty Americana. Lauren Addario on drums, Jonathan Mack on guitar, mandolin, banjo, vocals, and bass pedals, John Funkhouser on keyboard, and melodica. Oh, and we all play the kazoo! ... more
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