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Oblivion
05:04
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Hot exhaust in this bloody tin-can
speakers blown like some sorry Bill Clinton
the leathers got a buttprint blown-out backseat
this old Ford’s fixin’ for a figurative lobotomy
How long can you hold on?
My old trucks gonna die one day
and when it finally does this is all I’ll say…
Take me to Siberia or fly me to the moon
maybe in this desolation I could find some truth
up with Marilyn and Mickey and all the other culturati
O this Modern American Dreamland is making me so sleepy
Oblivion don’t matter, cause uh
Oblivion’s not near, oh uh
Oblivion can’t touch us down here
oh uh, Oblivion my lover
Oblivion I let go
Oblivion no longer
Oblivion anymore
Oblivion my brother
Oblivion to all the others
Oblivion I’m reaching
reaching out to you
‘cause I’m so tired
of all these weekly apologies
seems everyones got someone
they wanna nail down to the cross
and everyone seems insecure and lost
and it’s getting me down
gotta get gone and find someone
who knows the cost of this oblivion
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2. |
Angels on Bail
04:05
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Blood in the river that I’m tryin’ to fish in
pistols and Stetsons from drowning musicians
bottles of bourbon and scratched lotto tickets
this carnival of limbs is like a merry-go-round
Sundown and fevered and itching for action
The body’s ready but the Spirit is slackin’
pull up your boots wade into the water
bobbing for bottles of prescription Diludaded
Floating on the Tower of Song
or at least what’s left of it
it’s full of monkey’s like Agurries raft
winos and ravers are all that’s left
Coca-cola and cobra milk and toothless alcoholics
the ex-cons and G.I Janes, it’s a hard day for the insane
The blue collar and the red ties
the Preachers with their stupid alibis
the Nihilists and the neo-libs
it’s a hard fall for everyone
The angels are out on bail again
and the dogs are on vacation
no trains ever left this station
yet the signs still say just wait and be patient
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3. |
Wishin' You Well
03:41
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The apples have turned to pulp and decay
The valley is cold, the river done froze
So has the Spirit now departed? and gone?
how can it all just fade away?
wishin’ you well, wishin’ you well
There’s so much unsaid I wish I could say
you were my best friend but I guess things have changed
I’ll be here again if you need a friend
or just need to smile,
wishin’ you well
You could destroy me but I’d
wishin’ you well,
wishin’ you well, wishin’ you well
you can hate me but I’ll still wish you well
wishin’ you well, wishin you well
wishin’ you well
wishin’ you well
I’ll be here again, if you need a friend
or just need to smile
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4. |
Down In It
03:08
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She’s got uncombed hair
and a shotgun signed by Willie
she got a dog named cat
and a big Russian hat
she wears it every Sunday
and the locals all think
that she’s turned to the drink
‘cause she’s taken to T.M
and pamphlets on circular
breathing - in the air
feels so right tonight
and she counts her beads
in the backseat of a Cadillac driven
by two drunken drag queens
and on the moon's pale cheeks
a hand wrote receipt
for a French perfume
and a haywire broom
she says, “Baby! One day I’ll fly -
like Margarita over Russian skies.”
Like a plague, like a plastic bag
she’s devoted to the wind
and she’s nodding out overtop
the Formica tabletop
with her pockets all overstuffed
with poems and lotto tickets
she was once so high above
and now she's right down in it
she’s right down in it… tonight
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5. |
Eternal Comedy
04:14
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Eternal comedy, lies before me
stretching out with its legs apart
everybody knows where it’s headed
going for the joke but baby will you get it?
Eternal comedy with it’s face all painted
laughing silly like a lunatic
it’s a tender habit to love you like I do
I’m sorry for the tangent, but what can I do?
you break me down, in your hall of mirrors
why’s every crying clown look oh so pretty?
Eternal comedy, god’s in his tighty-whities
staying up waiting for you
but you ain’t coming home
nah, are you honey? says you don’t need him
besides, he ain’t that funny
eternal comedy, blacked out at the opera house
left my hoodie on my exes couch
I’m never gonna get that back am I now?
eternal comedy, a butt tear in new blue jeans
stubbed my toe, spilled the beans
I swear this never happens to me, really!
how low is too low shawty?
I hit the floor but I think there’s still more to go
down - into a bottomless hole
every day is some endless party
the rejects warned me once
but it wasn’t enough
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6. |
See Ya in Saigon
04:49
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I contracted a poetic sense of disturbing analytics
collected off bathroom walls & neighborhood pharmacists
who insist it’s all in good fun
figures like how 1 in every million will find God then vanish
into the green vermillion,
like a field unfurling a top the whole of a man
what’re supposed to say to that?
When I was stationed in Saigon I met my first wife
at a discotheque I found her stuck in my eye
positioned between two off duty G.I’s
she really stood out in that sea of white guys
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know where she lives now,
The last time I saw her she said she’d be back with the mail
and I suppose that it’s true, I got a letter from you
said that my child support is four years overdue
says that you’re leaving to Saigon with the babysitter
you’re sorry that you loved me but you love her much better
she takes care of me, she’s my American barbie
and I’ll see ya in Saigon or in my dreams
when the night sweats take me on a river of disease
back to where
Where we always been
so I’ll be seeing you in Saigon or in my dreams
when the night sweats take us on a river of disease
back to where, where we always been
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7. |
A Little Mercy
05:55
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If time were as simple
as point A to point B
You know I’d already be there,
baby why don’t you see?
Life ain’t always forwards
sometimes you go back.
Yeah, back to the bottom -
all that Sisyphean crap
I’m gonna need a little bit a mercy
if yer gonna need all of me
Ya know some people they ain’t even born
they just kind of appear
all startling and gilded
like they’ve always been here
but that ain’t me babe
Lord knows that it ain’t
I didn’t get here real early
but don’t you say I was late
I’m gonna need a little bit a mercy
if yer gonna need all of me
Mercy on all the junkies
Mercy on all the little doggies
Mercy on the few pink piggies
left in this old sty
It’s that kind of subtle motion,
really knocks me off my feet
The kind that takes my total
and totally depletes
Takes two to touch good, don’t it?
takes time to know this, don’t it?
takes less to lose it, don’t it?
loveless and losing hope and
I’m gonna need,
a little bit of mercy
If your gonna need
all of me, all of me
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8. |
A Few Pink Pigs
03:20
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There’s a crack in the vase that contains the semblance
of what remains from the stash Vicky lent us
a sock monkey stuffed with twenty dollar bills
and a knife so sharp it could cut Heaven wide open
and out pours light and a bouquet of flying doves
painted pink - pink with blood
Pink like a rubber cleaning glove
Pink like a pig, your lips, a cut
Pink as flamingos, or bubblegum or love
Dear Jesus I’m writing you this letter,
the bus is kind of bumpy so I’m sitting on my sweater
Have a good summer and baby stay crazy!
I know we never met before but hopefully we will before I die
So as I step off the bus, my eyes are like, kind of glued shut -
But through the smoke and the dust I see a kindness
there’s static on the tele and a baby on our knee
a few pink pigs could be all we need
a hammock on the lawn between two tree
a few pink pigs could be all that we need
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Daisy Garland Vancouver, British Columbia
East Van outlaw outfit Daisy Garland & The Thick Silver.
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