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Camp Don't Count
06:50
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were you taught but it never took?
and do you linger the longer you look?
and do you take care to keep to your kind?
and play it safe but save for one time?
i mind my manners and i say what i should
if it’s got a beat then i can dance to it good
i keep my arrow straight at the mark
but i don’t aim after dark
because camp don’t count
and if camp don’t count
then i’m straight for sure
yeah i’m straight for sure
we gather wood for kindling’s sake
when no one’s looking we can lay by the lake
or cabin four where the cabin door locks
if cabin four could talk
it’d say, “camp don’t count”
and if camp don’t count
then i’m straight for sure
yeah i’m straight for sure
because camp don’t count
and if camp don’t count
then i’m straight for sure
though i’ll stray for sure
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2. |
Screaming For Vengeance
03:15
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give none
and get none
whether you need or not
it’s young love
you get fucked
you’re gonna bleed a lot
you’re gon’ love what you give up
for a taste of mine
a taste of is a waste of
if it tastes like a lie
silence
and sirens
will tie a tongue in knots
and anger
is a fruit you
don’t wanna leave to rot
aching and patient
are the quiet type
we let loose a scream in
the dark of the night
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3. |
Konika And Maliko
04:50
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konika and Maliko
one is black and one is gold
one is waiting for me when i wake
the other’s on the outside, out late
dreaming where the hearth is hot
prick your ears for knob and lock
the cardinal will keep its straw and lint
on the sill where you are never gon’ get
konika and Maliko
walk a mile and then you’ll know
you wouldn’t want to wear the boots on them
you wouldn’t want to chase the hour hand
i bet you’d lie for wine and bread
i bet you’d steal for roof and rent
i bet you’d bitch like you were never bought
and I bet you’d kill like you would never get caught
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4. |
Over The Jeans
04:38
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making a ball
a ball with my fingers
so i can bury them all
inside of the night
how come in all of my dreams
i have all of my clothes on?
and the blinds drawn?
there’s never ghosts
that are hiding in my house
there’s never a kiss from
a suicide crush
there’s never a fire
that turns into a horse i ride
riding a warning into the morning
i wanna dance with the dead
in the dead of a dark night
i wanna war with the will
that it takes to take life
and just for once i want one win that’s real
and to laugh and to love and to be loved
all with the lights on
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5. |
Long Limbs
06:29
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julie and me
we were lost in the leaves
way up where the long limbs are
the boughs and the breeze
and the cock and the tease
and the reason we all want more
a storm in the spring
no coat for the king
just the wind whispering, “don’t stop.”
the want and the will
and the cut and the kill
and the ghost of a broke heart gone
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6. |
By The Bridle
04:21
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you can’t con her
you can’t lead her on
you wanna warn her
but you can’t leave her alone
you can’t make her
you just make her mad
you want to shake her
by the bridle like, “you’ve never had
my water”
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7. |
For Forever
12:47
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back and forth and for forever, dear
the shade isn’t for the restless kind
but it’s as on time and the weather, dear
a storm will break and a storm will rise
it’ll rise
i am the fuse that burns and turns into
into a bruise that you can’t hide
i am the beast that begs you, “bare your neck to me.”
i am the ghost of a years gone by
and i don’t lie
‘cause i am the hour hand
just waiting on the main spring to unwind
and ooh my god, it’s coming on
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8. |
Mick Turner
02:12
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9. |
The Quiet Dark
04:49
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all the best love songs
are wasted on
the cocks and cunts
that are just too dumb to know it
and the only words spoke true
are whispered to
the quiet dark
and all scattered to the moment
with no one around to own it
we are at war, ain’t we?
and refugees ain’t
quick to trust
because it’s a shakedown and we know it
doomed a debtor
for forever over
lies and lust
and you can bet that we’re the ones what owe it
they draw a line with my name below it
that’s why the name they use hurt, don’t it?
all our troubadours
their frets are worn
and voices sore
we were just too dumb to know it
and now the quiet dark
is all that’s left
and all we are
scattered to the moment
but before you tell me what a name is only
it is what i am
and so i went to war and i came back hated
with blood on my hands
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10. |
Gin Shakes
04:51
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for a time in the tide
with a hole in the side
we were sinking
so we waited a while
for the water to rise
there is no history these days
just bad bets and bad breaks
all set fire to save face
and be so fucked for fuck’s sake
are we so fucked for fuck sake?
there is no mystery these days
just a long list of mistakes
we’re out all night in gin lakes
and we woke up with gin shakes
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11. |
Mountain
03:28
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We live where the animals live
but just on the other side
we are young and in love
we are old laughing ourselves tired
it’s tomorrow there now
it’s always yesterday here
and it turns our fire to fear
‘cause i don’t know what I’d do
if you turned to me
now i’ve got nothing left to fight it
nobody’s told to be good
i guess i wasn’t meant to find it
well c’mon
‘cause if i wasn’t meant to find it
it’s ‘cause nobody told me i could
and i got nothing left to fight it
well c’mon
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