1. |
Eeyore
02:19
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I'm no good at being alone
This lonely is a slippery slope
Is this some sort of stupid joke?
Which one of you bastards
Wrapped me in this invincibility cloak?
I'm no good at being alone
Probably just gonna get stoned
Maybe I’m already a ghost?
Is this some sort of stupid joke?
Oh bother, can you see me?
Or am I just a lump of tobacco smoke?
I'm no good at being alone
I am eeyore with human bones
A hot mess in a dirty old coat
Making myself the butt of every joke
Which one of you lovely folks
Will make sure that I don't die on my own?
I'm no good at being alone.
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2. |
Fuckin' Birds
01:51
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3. |
Cool Cat
04:27
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Nice n fluffy barn cat honin in
Scared some feathers off our hen
Doing just what a cat did
Hope them coyot dont catch her scent
Dougie who digs dirt to make a living
lived up the way in a rambler type thing
Guess his old lady had a fit
A few of those fuckers got into her gardenin shit
Me n the guys talked at a barbecue
Went over just what I was gonna do
Go out with gun and flashlight
Cos theyre like deer, they freeze when you shine it in their eyes.
Calm and collected, you were a cool cat
Look at what that cat just dragged in
A tiny mouse with it’s head missin
Doing just what a cat did
Gonna make damn sure them coyot never catch her scent!
Traveled out past the property line
Gonna prove this ain’t a waste of time
Heard some rumblin in a bush
What happens next is worth all of the dirty looks
Bent down to fix my boot in mud
Oh my god, a plop, there goes my gun
Felt something lick my face
Flashlight shined on a collar, ya dumb dog, I guess this is our lucky day!
Calm and collected, you’re a cool cat
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4. |
The Bog
03:20
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Waded through the bog
got bogged down by a tire
Tripped and fell and cut my head on some barbed wire
Felt an animal lap the blood
And that's when I heard a bang, a yelp and some thuds
But it ran away before I knew what it was
and that’s when I saw you with your hunting cap on!
You said, ‘That little devil almost ate you up! Good thing I was out here just shootin ducks.'
Yeah, good thing you were out here just shooting ducks!
I was stumbling along a long sidewalk
caught mumbling to a lamp post
Oh no!
That's when I saw you with you're hazards on!
You said, ‘Hey man, c’mon! Just get in the truck! Those little devils are still eating you up.’
Yeah, these little devils they’re still eating me up...
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5. |
Sleepy Seeds
03:30
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Billions of lights in my brain
staring through the dark as they pulsate
Living a life like choices in a dream
ain't sure what it means
Never quite what it seems
Got some big problems and I'm not sure where they started at all
And it’s a heavy blanket that I can't even seem to even find the mouth of
I wanna wake up.
Better believe
I'm just a wry sack o’ grease
With drool dripping down
Both of my cheeks
As I wipe away all these sleepy seeds
Got some big problems and I'm not sure where they started at all
And it’s a heavy blanket that I can't even seem to find the mouth of
I wanna wake up.
Got some big problems and I’m not sure where they started at all
It’s a heavy blanket I can’t escape from!
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6. |
Drankin'
03:34
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Glob o’ cretons slapped on some toast
Falling crumbs landing on my big toe
I’m always looking back
I’m always thinking back
I’m always dreaming
When did I become so taciturn?
A lay-z-boy covered in cigarette burns
I’m always looking back
I’m always thinking back
I’m always dreaming now
Was it the chitter or the chatter of the mice just trying to get inside?
I’m always dreaming
I should be thinking bout my drinking
I mean why the hell am I singing?
I’m always looking back
I’m always thinking back
I’m always dreaming
My sighs sound like boob tube static
These cords have run way too ragged
I’m always looking back
I’m always thinking back
I’m always dreaming now
Was it the pitter or the patter of the rain
Dancing down the spade?
I’m always dreaming
A 12 point buck in the back of a pickup
I’m always dreaming
A sticky pool of blood down by it’s butt
I’m always dreaming
A black hole where the arrow stuck
I’m always dreaming
Tongue out like it doesn’t give a fuck
I’m always dreaming
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7. |
Butt Can
02:43
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My face feels like the siding of your grandmother's camp
That cedar must've been soaking for some years
Cos my cheeks, they are bubbled and damp
A butt can overflowed beside a statue of a couple deer
You had me feelin fuzzy just like a peach
with your skin as smooth as nectarine
And lord, I'm always tilting at windmills
so far out of reach
Some quills caught in the snout of a dying coyote
A butt can overflowed beside a busted copy of Don Quixote
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8. |
Dirtbiker
02:45
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Dirtbiker you left me in your dust
With a prickly feelin in my gut
To think that I was enough
A bloodied cur displayed in the brush
Dirtbiker it was sunset
Drunk on Gansetts
Up at the Ledges
Dirtbiker you're taking corners too fast
Was it silly to think this could last?
I still had on your backpack
A burning pile of copper wire and trash
Dirtbiker high on resin draws
Well past dark
In a shut down park
Dirtbiker you said that ‘it's been nice’
In your greased up tank top
That use to be white
Dirtbiker you said ‘this ain't part of my plan, you’ll always have a seat
But I already got a man’
Oh.
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9. |
We Were Smilin'
03:40
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Spoiled chicken
at the bottom of the trash bin
Wonder who's been thinking
that this kitchen is stinking
‘We should just throw it out'
you said it with the biggest grin
‘Hope the neighbors don't see us chucking this trash can
into a larger trash can’
At least then, we were smilin
Woke up with icicles in my beard again
Been ignoring it all weekend
getting kindling out of the wood shed
'we should just move on out'
But you said it with the biggest grin
‘You look like an evil villain
straight out that television
All we do is watch television!’
At least then, we were smilin
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10. |
Dirtbikerer
02:32
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11. |
Hunk o' Junk
03:05
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There's a dog across the lawn
howling at all our songs
It’s like he knows every one
A little huntin dog
Staring straight through me
in my parent's garage
Ahhh wooooooooooooooo!
And there’s a truck in that yard
missing most of its parts
It ain't about the song
It's about being loud
A big ol’ chevy truck
staring straight through me
in my parents garage
Hey, tired pup you’re tied up
To that rusted hunk o’ junk
And if ya pulled hard enough
That bumper would rip right off!
But would you leave or would you stay?
Remember it ain’t about the song
It’s about being!
Ahhhh woooooooooooooooooo!
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Buddusky Peru, Maine
Conceived in a garage in the summer of 2013, Buddusky captures the sounds and feelings of living in rural Maine.
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