1. |
[Yellow Tail] Chard
04:54
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"[Yellow Tail] Chard"
[Kent]
Sweet wine's divine when times are fine/ but hard times/ require something bitter and dry/
So the end of her endless days/ of rain/ and pain/ got golden okay/ with a glass o’ that Chardonnay,
[Yellow Tail] Chard/ her hard times seemed a lot less hard,/ [Yellow Tail] Chard/ sipped/from a mason jar/ She/ never needed anybody but me/ I'm her sweetheart, I’m her pard’/ Just me and her mason jar/ of [Yellow Tail] Chard...
Weekends we might take flight to 80s night/ But usually/ we stay home and paint the sofa/ gettin loose and right/ Work our way through the Netflix queue/ as all true/lovers do/ Dull work for low pay/ needs a glass o’ that Chardonnay
[Yellow Tail] Chard/ her hard times seemed a lot less hard,/ [Yellow Tail] Chard/ sipped/from a mason jar/ She/ never needed anybody but me/ I'm her sweetheart, I’m her pard’/ Just me and her mason jar/ of [Yellow Tail] Chard..
Sophisticated ladies/yours and mine/eyes a-shine/in the grocery line/
Lookin’ hot/like as not/what she got?/ quite a lot of that kangaroo wine...
Sophisticated ladies/yours and mine/eyes a-shine/in the grocery line/
Lookin’ hot/like as not/what she got?/ quite a lot of that kangaroo wine...
[Yellow Tail] Chard/ her hard times seemed a lot less hard,/ [Yellow Tail] Chard/ sipped/from a mason jar/
[Yellow Tail] Chard..[Yellow Tail] Chard
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2. |
Napoleon Hill
04:18
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"Napoleon Hill"
[Kent]
Last night/ I dreamed I saw/ Napoleon Hill/ He stepped from my wife’s walk-in closet, holding an Espadrille,/He was deep in thought/ I said, "Napo, what/ you looking for?"/ He said,
"Success/ Riches/ Thoughts to think/ Success/ Riches/ But I'll settle for a drink/ What have you got to drink?"
We drank, He settled for Makers Mark/ Napoleon Hill/ He said, "There is no way to wealth,/ Only a will"/ I said, "I've/ read stuff you wrote while alive,"/ He said, "I know what for...
"Success/ Riches/ Thoughts to think/ Success/ Riches/ Pour an old man another drink/ I’’ll have another drink..."
"I piggy-backed on rich, fat malingerers/ I thought I got rich/ but it slipped through my fingerers"/ I said, "What a bitch, but surely you're due/ What might
reincarnation hold for you?"
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3. |
My Email Is Mostly Spam
04:20
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"My Email Is Mostly Spam"
[Kent]
It seems my Friends and family/ have finally forgot who I am/ My email is mostly spam/
No man can be an island they say/ But apparently I can/ My email is mostly spam
Spam!/ Scams!/ Needless newsletters!/ Reminders to watch some TV show/ Never a note/ from anybody I actually happen to know/ I pay my internet bill still/ to prove to the world that I'm alive and well/ I want somebody to/ say "I want you"/ besides Uncle Sam/ But, alas/ my email is mostly spam…
No love letters, No invite/ to a casual wham-bam-thanky-ma'am/ My email is mostly spam/
Strange how I never heard/ the social media cell door slam/ My email is mostly spam*
Spam!/ Scams!/ Needless newsletters!/ Reminders to watch some TV show/ Never a note/ from anybody I actually happen to know/ I pay my internet bill still/ to prove to the world that I'm alive and well/ I want somebody to/ say "I want you"/ besides Uncle Sam/ But, alas/ my email is mostly spam…
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4. |
Spring-Heeled Jack
06:19
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"Spring-Heeled Jack"
[Kent]
The Hammersmith Ghost of Eighteen-Oh-Three/and the Southampton Ghost, twenty years after he/—Pale predators out for pedestrian blood/ Spreading terror/ as well they should—/ Could not match/ the infamy of/ that fiend we hate to love:/
Spring-Heeled Jack/
“Claws cold and clammy/ as those of a corpse”/ set upon Mary Stevens/ Tried to take her by force/ on an October night ,1837/Hammersmith heard her screams/and his laugh like the Devil/Clattered across Clapham Common/by our godless age summoned/Spring-Heeled Jack...
Weird reports/arrived the next day/Blue fire he spat/and he bounded away/crashing a carriage/ and leaping a nine-foot wall/ this creature the press came to call "Spring-Heeled Jack"…
Stockwell/ Brixton/ Camberwell/ Vauxhall /folks died of fright/ Kensington/ Hammersmith/ Ealing/ Servant girls dead in the night/ Satanic thanks/ to the wicked pranks/ of Spring Heeled Jack…
Stay well clear/ of Green Dragon Alley/ where blue flame he vomits/ Where his red eyes blaze/ Wears a tight, white oilskin shirt and a cloak of black/ Spring Heeled Jack/ stalking the innocent/ Stalking the innocent/in these darkest of days...
Such ghostly assaults/have dwindled with time/No one speaks of pure evil now/only “crime,”/ But who knows/when
some dark dimensional door/ may yawn and cast/ unspeakable spawn forth once more/ with fire-flashing eyes
that burn/ Spring-Heeled Jack will return...
Weird reports/arrived the next day/Blue fire he spat/and he bounded away/crashing a carriage/ and leaping a nine-foot wall/ this creature the press came to call…
Stockwell/ Brixton/ Camberwell/ Vauxhall /folks died of fright/ Kensington/ Hammersmith/ Ealing/ Servant girls dead in the night/ Satanic thanks/ to the wicked pranks/ of Spring Heeled Jack…
Spring-Heeled Jack will return...Spring-Heeled Jack will return..
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5. |
Priests of No Church
04:50
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"Priests of No Church"
[Kent]
In his mind he defines the higher good/ and he serves the higher good/ in all he does/
He's a priest of no church/In her heart there's a hate of heresy/ and she hates all heresy/ simply because/ she's a priest of no church
On the surface/ they call you/ to deep down dedication/ devotion/
Every purpose aligned to the invocation/ the promotion/
Of your own higher good/ according to them/ til it hurts, as it should/
The priests of no church…
Some goal, efficiency/ preservation/ social justice/
No matter/ your soul is theirs to save/
to grow to have to hold/ to heal/ to search/ your shaky premises: The priests of no church…
In your mind you wonder what’s wrong with them/ Why are you their problem?/ Fight, flight or perch/
with the priests of no church/ In your heart when they start an inquisition/ (as is always their
predilection)/ like mercy and merch:/ The priests of no church…
On the surface/ they call you/ to deep down dedication/ devotion/
Every purpose aligned to the invocation/ the promotion/
Of your own higher good/ according to them/ til it hurts, as it should/
The priests of no church…
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6. |
Clean Little Hippy
04:25
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"Clean Little Hippy"
[Kent]
She hopped outta the van, man/ She shook my hand, man/ I said, "How do you do?" and she said/ "Ass, grass or gasoline!"
She was clean/ She was clean/ I mean, I mean/ She was clean/ She was clean/ scrubbed-down squeaky obscene/ She was clean like cash is filthy/ She was a clean little Hippy…
Clean little Hippy/ What is that a bra you got on/ under that dashiki?/Clean little Hippy…
Just in from San Fran, man/ Sleeps an old papa-san, man/ She asked what bag I was in/ I said, "Makin' the scene!"
She was clean/ She was clean/ I mean, I mean/ She was clean/ She was clean/ scrubbed-down squeaky obscene/ She was clean like cash is filthy/ She was a clean little Hippy…
Clean little Hippy/ Far out, outta sight/ like righteous freaky/ clean little Hippy…
She say she like she love the Monkees/ She say she like she like she love the Grass Roots/
She look like she likes/ she loves to shave her legs/ Right on!/ She got go-go boots!
She put cuffs on my hands, man/ Sold me out to the Man, man/ I said, "Judy, you Judas!"/
She said, "Tell it to the Marines!"
She was clean/ She was clean/ I mean, I mean/ She was clean/ She was clean/ scrubbed-down squeaky obscene/ She was clean like cash is filthy/ She was a clean little Hippy…
She put cuffs on my hands, man/ Sold me out to the Man, man/ I said, "Judy, you Judas!"/
She said, "Tell it to the Marines!"
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7. |
Used Cars
06:56
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"Used Cars"
[Kent]
I'm a guy/ with an eye/ for vehicles/ Don't know nothing bout cars/ Used to live behind Bobby's/ on 82nd/ He'd park his lotoverflow by my front yard/
They'd look good/ Just like new/ Prices so low/ it gets hard/ not to let/ 'em turn your head...
Used cars/ Every one of them/ Every one of them/ Used cars/ Lemons like as not/ Used cars/ Every one of them/ Every one of them/Used cars/ runnin’ rough and hot/ Sensible sedan, tough truck/but good luck/ you'll be stuck/ when they break down/ not/ far beyond the lot/ Used cars...
She's a gal/ needs a pal/ for love n' stuff/ Don't know nothing bout cars/ Got two kids and chip on her engine block/ A little older, but smokin' and smart/
She looks good/ Just like new/ Rolls sweet/ and not tart/ Best better/ forget her
Used cars/ Every one of them/ Every one of them/ Used cars/ Lemons like as not/ Used cars/ Every one of them/ Every one of them/Used cars/ runnin’ rough and hot/ Sensible sedan, tough truck/but good luck/ you'll be stuck/ when they break down/ not/ far beyond the lot/ Used cars...
Used cars...Look around the bars/ You'll see used cars/ Mine, yours and ours/ and all used cars/
So love the lemon you drive/ and may your driver love your clunker, too
Soon enough we'll be sold for parts/ Souls and hearts/ Don’t you start/
kicking tires/ pink slip liars
Used cars/ Every one of us/ Every one of us/ Used cars/ Lemons like as not/ Used cars/ Every one of us/ Every one of us/Used cars/ runnin’ rough and hot/ Sensible sedan, tough truck/but good luck/ you'll be stuck/ when they break down/ not/ far beyond the lot...
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8. |
Simply Fall Away
05:30
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"Simply Fall Away"
[Kent]
We've been friends for years/ How can it be/ that it all ends here?/Not by death/ Not by civil war/ Not by a knife in the back/ Not by the second coming of the Lord/
Not even by a misplaced word/ or something absurd/ or you just getting bored?
Far more/ friends simply fall away/ than die away/ or walk away/ I sit here and pretend/ It's not happening again/ but what can anybody really say/ when friends/ simply fall away?/ When friends/simply fall away...
Is this unlucky me/ or your own sad tendency?/Or nobody's fault/ or a sell-by date passed/ or interpersonal evolution/ maybe our karma is paid/ maybe you feel politically betrayed?/
Maybe this was too good to last/ or you’ve been upgraded to First Class/
or you finally see I’m just a dumb ass?
Far more/ friends simply fall away/ than die away/ or walk away/ I sit here and pretend/ It's not happening again/ but what can anybody really say/ when friends/ simply fall away?/ When friends/simply fall away...
If you can simply let me go/ I must have never meant/ all that much to you/ or perhaps I still do/ perhaps you feel you’ve lost my friendship, too/ I don't know/ Misery loves company and so/ Solitary rues the day/
Solitary rues the day...
Far more/ friends simply fall away/ than die away/ or walk away/ I sit here and pretend/ It's not happening again/ but what can anybody really say/ when friends/ simply fall away?/ When friends/simply fall away...
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9. |
Kewlminati
04:30
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"Kewlminati"
[Kent]
Across a cold, wide cafeteria/ a world away from my Siberia/ is a temperate temple of tables/ a Mount Olympus/
A realm of ace and duke and princess/ of Clique interest and incest/ of hallowed sharers of shallowness/ Oh I want to be there!/ Oh, I want to be there!
Where the saints go shuffling in/ and the sinners find forgiveness/ Whether I’m worthy or not/ I won't quit/ till that sweet school night/ I get the invite/ to take my rightful chair/ where the Kewlminati sit…
Some are Munchkins to the manor born/ Some do Oz by tornado from the corn/ A sweet fiefdom of tables/ Some kind of Camelot/
My kingdom for a clotheshorse who’s hot/ Some have and some have not/ a clue what/ Popular hath wrought/ Oh, I want to be there/ Oh I want to be there!
Where the saints go shuffling in/ and the sinners find forgiveness/ Whether I’m worthy or not/ I won't quit/ till that sweet school night/ I get the invite/ to take my rightful chair/ where the Kewlminati sit…
Susan/ Good Witch of the North/ smiles, waves to call me forth/ from shadow into light/
Behold!/ It's Heather/ Dwayne/ and Dwight/
Keesha/ and Oh god Natalie/ Never again will I behave badly/
for I'm one now/ and the kids are all right
Where the saints go shuffling in/ and the sinners find forgiveness/ Whether I’m worthy or not/ I won't quit/ till that sweet school night/ I get the invite/ to take my rightful chair/ where the Kewlminati sit…
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"Can't Be Bothered by the Rain"
[Kent]
Pouring down/ outside/ but here am I/ warm and dry/ and the sound/ of the raindrops like applause, all around/
Paychecks do-si-do with bills in a square dance/ Time-to-time I'm happy by happenstance/
Still got my demons in line to be exorcised/ and dragons in line to be slain/ While keeping my ducks in a row/ and so
I can't be bothered by the rain/ I can't be bothered by the rain/ Don't need to succeed/ as much as maintain/
I can't be bothered by the rain/ I can't be bothered by the rain/ Don't need to succeed/ as much as maintain…
Creeks on the rise/ God's will/ I could lay here until/ sundown fills/ this rented room with shadow/as I allege and analyze/
Broken dreams promenade with ghosts in a square dance/ Still a frequent flyer by the seat of my pants/
Still got mysteries in line to be solved/ and an inner juvenile delinquent to cane/
for wanting to weed and ho/ and so
I can't be bothered by the rain/ I can't be bothered by the rain/ Don't need to succeed/ as much as maintain/
I can't be bothered by the rain/ I can't be bothered by the rain/ Don't need to succeed/ as much as maintain…
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"You'd Think I'd Be Used to This"
[Kent]
When once again I'm unemployed/ You think I'd shrug/ and not get at all scared and annoyed/ You'd think for sure/ I'd laugh it off/ Not feel like a fuck up/ or a failure somehow
You’d think I'd be used to this shit by now…
When love don't last and it's just me/ You think I'd sing/ "Ding Dong the Witch Is Dead" and feel free/ You'd surely think/ I'd be blase/ Not stare all day/at the face/ above my sink/ with the wrinkled brow/
You’d think I’d be used to this shit by now...
Buyers, sires, liars, / why care who gives or makes/ or takes or breaks/ a sacred vow?/
You’d think I'd be used to this shit by now…
Born a sentimental sap/ Born a dope/
Things go my way/ for more than a day and I get to hope/
I get to tell myself hey maybe I've finally/ found a home/ and then ha-ha-ha/
I'm shocked when once more/ the answer is "nope"
Well life goes on and I will, too/ I know I'll smile/ again when the good times roll, I always do/
But I know it's so/ Come shine or rain/ my brain can’t maintain “c’est la vie”/ holy smokes, holy cow/
You’d think I'd be used to this shit by now…
Born a sentimental sap/ Born a dope/
Things go my way/ for more than a day and I get to hope/
I get to tell myself hey maybe I've finally/ found a home/ and then ha-ha-ha/
I'm shocked when once more/ the answer is "nope"
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12. |
Dayjacker
04:34
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"Dayjacker"
[Kent]
I'm a busy man/ all right all right/ Got my best laid plans/ all right all right/
Then she appears/ in tears/ or rent in arrears/ with her fears/ or some dumb fire for me to put out/ Til I Forget what my day was about
Hey/ hey/ Dayjacker/ can I get my day back?/ My trophy’s in her rack / No way now to escape her/ Hey hey/ she's a day/ jacker…
Deadline almost here/ all right, all right/ and she's nowhere near/ all right, all right/ But suddenly she calls/ Momentum stalls/ She breaks balls/ Drop everything, she says, or else/ She'll take care of it her damn self
Hey/ hey/ Dayjacker/ can I get my day back?/ My trophy’s in her rack / No way now to escape her/ Hey hey/ she's a day/ jacker…
Five-minute errand turns into the quest for the Holy Grail/
The battle/ the rider/ the horse was lost/ for the want of a nail/
she needs me to help her find/ while the sand in the hourglass/ running out is mine
Hey/ hey/ Dayjacker/ can I get my day back?/ My trophy’s in her rack / No way now to escape her/ Hey hey/ she's a day/ jacker…
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13. |
Train Down the Line
04:34
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"Train Down the Line"
[Kent]
There's a train down the line/ We all see it coming/ There's a train down the line/ We can see the lights/ Feel the Earth rumbling/ Hear the air horn call/ There's a train down the line/ coming for us all/
EOD/ aint we/ weary?/ Train down the line/ may take us home/ May get a seat/ Might have to stand/ or that train down the line might take us somewhere/ completely unplanned/
There's a train down the line/ Some will come running/ for the train down the line/ Others waited all their lives/ See the platform crowding up/ See the cars packed, too/ So the train down the line/ rolls right through/ Nothing to do/ but turn our hopes over to/ the next train down the line…
EOD/ aint we/ weary?/ Train down the line/ may take us home/ May get a seat/ Might have to stand/ or that train down the line might take us somewhere/ completely unplanned/
I don’t know...I don’t know...
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Claxton Kent Portland, Oregon
"...I didn't grow up rich, but my father did. He owned a ranch in Texas with over ten thousand dairy cows. Those cows didn't give milk, though, they gave oil. That is a true fact. Those cows were so valuable they weren't branded, they were engraved..." excerpted from Claxton: A Life-like Life. ... more
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