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Albatross
02:06
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It was very much an albatross
Unwieldly, paste in color, with a sweaty shine
Sincere, beady eyes, gauntly centered on a big face
And a confused frown for a beak
Silence loud as an aluminum pretzel bag
I don't know who kissed who,
But it was like there was a wriggling fish between our mouths
It was very much an albatross
Call it your favorite type of excess
Call it what you will
Call it your favorite type of excess
A cheap thrill
The way you beckoned me
The way your head fell strangely on my lap
Were you asleep?
She was very much an albatross
The way she tasted good
The way she tasted
You called it your favorite type of excess
Call it what you will
I'm afraid I can't hang
You're so uphill
But you're asleep in my arms
And I'm rocking to the beat
The logic of transitions
Your head is in my lap
And you're feigning asleep
And I can't breath
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2. |
Palo Alto
04:39
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When I think of
Letting go
When I think of
Letting go
I don't
The golden hills
The anxious pills
This is not a train song
Though it may shake like one
This is not a rain song
The rain never comes
If you ask me
Where I'm from
If you ask me
Where I'm from
I'll say
I'm from
Nearby
San Francisco
This is not a train song
We all know the sound
This is not a rain song
The hills aren’t gold they’re brown
I don't want to feel ashamed
To call my home by its name
We can blame front lawns and rap songs and education
But home is not to blame
I'm from
Palo Alto
I grew up in
Palo Alto
The skyline view
Cal Avenue
This is not a train song
The chain link fence
The penny on the track
It never made sense
And grass itch and basil and pine nuts and soap and ping pong
When I think of home
I think of kick ball
When I think of home
I think of the light
In the summer
At 7pm
And the clouds we discovered
Were moving
When I think of home
I think of the Jay’s collide
The cracked window
I don't think of suicide
And catching the football
Mom in the kitchen blaring NPR
Dog shit and songs in the backyard
In the living room in the shed
And the stories we made
And the stories we still pretend
I don't want to feel ashamed
To call my home by its name
We can blame test scores and teenage and bored
And locked doors
But home is not to blame
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3. |
All of the Birds
04:15
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All of the birds...
Blue jay foreplay Robin Osprey
Parakeet Seagull Golden Eagle
Egg sit smash hit Whippoorwill Louisville
Big birds soar small birds flap more
All of the birds...
Chickidy chicken feet burgundy burger meat
Peacock big flock dark cloud sunblock
King Fisher Derrick Fisher Appiliated Woodpecker
All of the birds...
What’s your favorite bird?
Heron cinnamon portland Cockatoo Great Blue looks after you
What’s your favorite bird song?
Magnetawan Canyon Wren Penguin singing
Whats your favorite bird name?
Hallll of fame hockey puck duck duck
Goose poop turkey soup fish scoop chicken coup
Encyclopedia Birdtanica
Migrating to Canada
All of the birds...
Are certain birds more bird than other birds
Certain breeds seem to be birdier species
For instance
Small fellows with smooth feathers like a swallow marshmallow
Short wings always sings got a beak no teeth
Not a Parrot not a Bat not Yasser Arafat,
Snowy Owl on the prowl Pterodactyl...
What’s this song for
Loons and condors
Birds use sticks and twigs
We wear powder wigs
Birds fly and sing songs
We drop atomic bombs
Regurgitate like a Pelican
We shoot birds for fun
But I’ll keep these human woes
Cause birds can't ride bicycles
All of the birds...
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4. |
Putcha Ear
02:50
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There's a dog across from me
She barks incessantly
As I remain unanswering
Encroaching on the dog's property
Around about every now and then
She'll stop forget and begin again
Putcha ear plugs in...
Putcha hands up
Stop forget and begin again
Putcha ear plugs in...
Putcha hands up...
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Bill
04:21
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Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm
The monster's arm was lit
Against the dark of the highway
Flood lights beads of rain
It was picking up dirt
In the lane that was closed
Claws sunk in the earth
Scooped up a cat
Accidentally
Unnoticed by the monster's driver
Who looked a bit like you and me
He drove a caterpillar machine
Muscled orange and mean
He'd whisper
Mama I'm sailing home
I'm sailing home
The cat's name was bill
He lived on the hill
Our driver was tasked to excavate
Bill was a bit over weight
With proud padded paws
He'd seen many things but nothing quite
Nothing like what he saw
The driver's name was Bill
Same name as the cat
He’d stare and whisper
At the sight, the song
Of every bird
And so our hero's collide
The fateful ride
The cat rose suspended atop a mound
A throne of mud
The rush of cool air
The freeway glare
The silver rain
The ringing harps
His name
Bill, the driver, was blinded by the cat's eyes reflecting the silver flood lights. He turned off the machine and stumbled from it's metal cage just as a snowy white owl swooped from the stormy sky and plucked the cat straight out of the machine's claw. Driver bill dropped to his knees and watching the owl clutching the cat fly away he whispered, "Mama I'm sailing home, I'm sailing home."
Cattails and common grey whales and the ownership of abalone and the way the cotton falls slightly left to the right way to own a balogne shop in the upper cannon ball district of cool down in the river or wherever else your eggs boil...
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