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Huckleberry Finn
04:35
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Gongs
04:21
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Theres something about the hum of the universe
That makes me want to get so hammered
You say this is my new thing: me spilling drinks
But you never ask what I’m reading
Nowadays these dreams don’t come from me
There’s something I can’t get about the art of Zen
Maybe it’s the place I grew up, maybe its L.A.
Sometimes I forget about the canyons
Underneath the crowded bars
Where I always end up hoping, to be not me anymore
But when a gong bangs somewhere out in space
I know I heard it for a second on the freeway
A gong bangs and I can’t escape
That I don’t own you, I don’t even own me
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3. |
Fake Tans
04:02
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When we met, I thought you were a gorge
Said that man is a canyon waiting on a pour
And they tell me: you’re just a crack in a summer night’s sleep
But in the streetlight’s pool I know, this is a hole I’m going to keep
When he says I’m not in a truck waiting outside
I’m not something you do next time
I’m just a gate that you left open
And you’ll never forget about it
Never forget about him
So I get desperate I call in to the midnight radio
Gonna tell the Wolfman I feel like no one ever has before
And don’t tell me, people have always been sweating
When I’m sweating through the months you used to
Have to get a fake tan
And he says, I’m not in a truck waiting outside
I’m not something you do next time
I’m just a gate that you left open
And you’ll find no precedent for this:
It’s never been as hot as it is
But then, guess I don’t need that fake tan
Note: Several of these lines are paraphrased from “The Golden Notebook” by Doris Lessing.
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4. |
Memory Dump
03:29
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I keep ending up back on Cypress Avenue
With the walls bleeding music and the guys trying to cruise
But when my memory hits the wind chime
It sounds just like leaving one morning at a time
Anything that you want, I could lasso the moon
Pick me up at the airport, drop me off too soon
But our minutes fell in half
The space was filled with reusable bags
And suddenly, there was no you or me
Suddenly
I keep ending up back on Cypress Avenue
With the walls bleeding music and the guys trying to cruise
But when my memory hits the wind chime
It sounds just like leaving one morning at a time
And if theres one thing
I could tell you and I when it began
It would be to find a better band
To play our wind, here at the end
Now all I can say is there isn’t a wind chime
That can play us for anything
I bet they think, that the air out in Shanghai
Sounds the same as us laughing!
But I know this breeze,
We put so much in it it has to stay around
There isn’t a wind chime, so I’ll take a walk
And I’ll let it all fall on me
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5. |
Closed Club
02:53
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Nights clear,
I don’t fall asleep, I sweat and notice
The way the fan don’t touch here
I would call you by now, if I knew how
To reach Marvin Gardens
But the line’s all faded,
Bleached through the panes
because I never moved the moment
So tonight I take it
Have to face this heat
When the line finally ends
The club is nothing like I thought:
It’s just you in my windows down
God knows who is dropping you off
And when I see something that bright
I can’t see nothing at all
Time slips,
And I sit by the poolside, talk to people all night
Couldn’t be me if I wanted to
Like in the shower mirror, thought I saw clearer
The kind of end if we had to
Now I can’t see nothing past this,
No I can’t see nothing past this
And when the line finally ends
The club is nothing like I thought:
It’s just you in my windows down
God knows who is dropping you off
And when I see something that bright
I can’t see nothing at all
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6. |
Woman Uber Driver
04:34
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I was having premonitions, laying out under the system
And the scariest thing I could think
Was marrying wrong or smoking weed
And I heard birds before the morning
Like the spring had kept me stuck in it
Where we were the lights on the street,
Walk after dark, like men couldn’t see
That’s one of the big things time has changed for me
Now I’m watching it all in between the blinds
Who’s got those pepper spray, pepper spray eyes?
Standing in the headlights,
I wish I could always ride
With my Woman Uber Driver
You’re my Woman Uber Driver
But I keep seeing this villain,
His rolled down window and his vulture grin
So I lock my door to the beat
How I wish I hadn’t seen the movies!
Something’s brought life’s edges next to me
Now I’m watching it all in between the blinds
Who’s got those pepper spray, pepper spray eyes?
Standing in the headlights,
I wish I could always ride
With my Woman Uber Driver
You’re my Woman Uber Driver
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7. |
Pee in the Stream
07:33
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You smile in the doorway you, do everything boyfriends do
But you’re setting and maybe I’m setting too
In this orange country, all covered in palm trees
Fade into them you do everything boyfriends do
Laid out on the faking green, can’t groove can’t party
Can’t stand to drink when I gotta pee in a stream
And as the night moves, there is more sky than you
You are setting, tell me I’m setting too
So now it’s goodbye, Stud
The geese are calling
Sat on your shoulders til you vanished
Now I’m water falling
And the dreams asks: What do I want?
I said maybe thats the wrong question, but
I want to pee in the stream
I want to throw my shoes up on Holly Beach
And I want to go Tiki Tubing
And own my tension, because I made it happen
Want to pee in the stream
Want to think of you all somewhere over these trees
And all the funk in my pores that you leave
How you still groove, in a groove-less scene
As I pee in that stream
Want to have my problems get better with me
Instead of always trying to get off free
Well the waters not clear, the water is green
Where everything gets in sync
When you ride into town and everyone’s waving
Coming in for a few Astral Weeks
And I want to post it, for no one but me
Like the pee in the stream
Thighs splashed by its complexities
Say I can’t stop, I’m Tiki Tubing
And before this stream ends, the next ones beginning
So now it’s goodbye, Stud
The geese are calling
I watched until you vanished
Now I’m water falling
Note: The idea of one’s friends still grooving “in an ungroovy world” is taken from the SCUM Manifesto by Valerie Solanas.
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8. |
Sundays are for the Void
03:32
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I know the best minds of my generation
Are sleeping in on a Long Beach floor
Covered by a salty wind
Because they never finished the night before
And man I miss it, for a minute
Groove and orbit and the stuff of myth
But I can see from this Holiday Inn
It will collapse again
It will collapse, again
So guess who’s back?
Back in town
Was it always holiday in, holiday out?
When the party can’t hold
In a sky full of choice
Glad we got the chance to dance in the same void
And I call home
Say I made it
Got a diving board I can break in
And look out on the Sunset Strip
Every light, every chance, every place to dance
I call home
I still made it
Got a diving board at the Holiday Inn
It may be just a flash in the pan
But every star is an option
To be born and collapse again
So guess who’s back?
Back in town
Was it always holiday in, holiday out?
And when the party can’t hold
In a sky full of choice
Glad we got the chance to dance in the same void
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Lots of drama
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