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Days Keep
06:02
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Well the Sun was sitting right
Burning bright across the sky
On this little plot of land
Illuminating the whole neighborhood
Well it’s hard not to fall out of love
With the one you met in your younger years
But now you’re fashioned in
Looser skin and a much wiser mind
So nervous to stray from the times
That’s why you had your kids to keep you hip
Days keep rolling in
To each other, while others begin
Seasons drift and float by
We’re waving our hand to this current lifetime
But we practice this at each days end
Knowing we will awake again
The mosquito landed right
On your skin and took a bite
Well it’s just cause you were born
With sweet blood in your stream
And all these photographs cannot lie
You for sure have your, your Grandmas eyes
Past down through centuries
Through all the females in your family
Well she’s way mature for her age
Aren’t we all eager to flip the page
And call that coin in the air
To determine fate it’s heads or tails
Well the Sun was sitting right
Burning bright across the sky
On our little family
While we watched our kids, splash their cousins in
That plastic baby pool
Oh it’s so eerie to come full circle
On this little plot of land
While we held each other’s hands
Just like those basement kids
We used to be watching those old movies
But we somehow blinked our eyes
And now we’re fashioned in
Parental skin
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2. |
Elliot Cash
07:25
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Hey son do you want to spin some Eric Clapton records
And get a taste of how warped they are
What do you do when everyone fastens a mask
And it’s seven months before Halloween
So I’m caught captive in some mutual friend’s cabinet
Keeping cool and closing my eyes
I miss green summers and stepping on gardener serpents
At the reservoir with Elliot Cash
Well I should call him now I bet he’d pick me up
And bring me to higher ground
But for tonight I shake that idea from my eyelids
And continue to sink into the sofa
Cause he’s canoeing in his career
And it constantly changes stream
Keep up like Kanye Kardashian
Don’t we all want to be seen
It’s the history of America’s
Television screens
And to whoevers listening
It’s what you make it to be
I thank God I managed to make it to my own bed
As my body clock shook me awake
It felt like an episode of some 1950’s sitcom
And Rocko’s Modern Life
I watch my teeth decay in the morning mirror stare
And scrub my pearly whites clean
Then slam shut the shiny glass on the medicine cabinet
And rub the clouds from my eyes
I grab the paper which is more or less my phone
And scroll through the life of my friends
And they’re sailing in their life hood now
Is this where I should be
To live inside a cubicle
In New York City
Open the window for some fresh air now
Sometimes that’s all we need
Or burn your tongue on black coffee
To find the melody
I cry at the sight of flowers
I could choke on all the nostalgia
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3. |
Man Not Mountain
03:39
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I’m a man not a mountain
You can kill me easily
Or level me with the soil
That rests beneath our feet
I’m singer not a soldier
Don’t you pull the trigger on me
For the only gun I’ve ever fired
Is a spring air action Daisy
I’ve been working for a glass man
He’s the strongest cat well I’ve ever seen
He taught me how to drive a tractor
And melt the metal from a mirror with ease
I’m a cedar wood closet
And a stack of mildewed magazines
Gargoyles on top of a building
Beer foam and the quarter on the street
I’m a man not a mountain
You can kill me easily
And bury me beneath the soil
That rests beneath our feet
I’m a man not a mountain
And never wanted to be
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4. |
Planet B
04:20
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I got lost in this narrative
Bit off all of my finger nails
And tasted the dirt beneath them
And somehow found a reason to read
Through all the thick of this garbage
Through all the fact of the fictional print
Beyond metaphoric lesson
Through the point of view of the protagonist
As they poured cement in his mouth
He still smiled bright
He knew he’d be just fine
As he turned the other cheek
He turned and said to me let them
Tie me up with my common sense
I’ve been hanging for a while on my last thread
The feature film left me dizzy again
This is a homily
I’ve been trying to stay human
I’ve been shopping in fluorescent light
And singing in cement basements
To a crowd who is not listening
So they shove black mold in my mouth
Well I tried not to fight
I knew I’d be just fine
If I turned the other cheek
I’d turn to myself and say to me let them
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5. |
Bloody Mary
05:58
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There’s a stray cat who hangs outside my window at night and moans like a child
But that don’t disturb me none the frequencies from the chemical trucks keep me awake
I try to wash out the sound with my Walkman radio but my thoughts still echo loud
So I head toward the whirling mechanical sound still in my nightgown
This town seems quite calm
As the cars roll by on the partial cobble stone
On the partially paved road
Where the apple trees are lined on either side
Well I call it home they call it
Marlboro smoke a migrant’s daughter
Mumbled to me her lips barely formed words
But I could read her breath
In the January air
What a curious kid this classmate of mine
She could see the other side through her
Technicolor eyes and her telepathic mind
She walked…
She walked through cemeteries after dark
And she’s seen the sights of Bloody Mary
Through the mirror on her medicine cabinet
Through the reflection given from the candles she lit
Standing tiptoe barefoot on her glowing
Ouija Board
This town seems quite calm
Until you open your eyes to see the other side
Raise your head to the sky see the flying saucer glow
And hear spirits and angels whisper in stereo
Call me a big brave dog
Call me a scaredy cat in the dark
Cause I walked
Through apple orchards after dark
With my friends
With torches overhead
And I’ve seen no sight of Bloody Mary
Standing tiptoe barefoot on my pitch black Ouija Board
This town seems quite calm…
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6. |
Cassette Side A
01:43
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7. |
County Road 14
03:41
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I don’t speed
I don’t speed
I don’t speed
But I lost control on the county road
I don’t speed
But I lost control on the county road
County road 14
I don’t speed
County road 14
But I lost control on the county road
County road 14
Brakes locked up on me
Singing I don’t speed
But I lost control on the county road
County road 14
Brakes locked up on me
It was icy
And I heard my song on the stereo
County road 14
I don’t speed
County road 14
But I lost control on the county road
County road 14
Brakes locked on me
County road 14
It was icy
County road 14
And I hear my song on the stereo
And I hear my song on the stereo
And I hear my song on the stereo
I don’t speed
But I lost control on the county road
County 14
Brakes locked up on me
It was icy
And I heard my song on the stereo
County road 14
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Surrounded by green land as I stand here
All this energy it consumes me
So don’t you talk me down
Or dig out my grave
Or write my epitaph
Or call me insane
Cause I’m too young for that game
Why you talk so loud
My ears are made of gold
My fingers are built of sticks would you burn them
Throw them in your fire’s flame
Watch smoke enter your eyes I always wanted to
Try and make you cry
But I’m too good for that babe
Take all your oil paints
Extract them from the tubes
Stir your tin of turpentine and pick which brush to use
The one with horses hair stares right back at you
Whispering I don’t think I am going to do
But I’m real happy you thought of me
Slip on your grandmas dress the old styles in
On your wedding day you are walking in
Decades of memories that will not decay
But this ceremony is just another day
So what’s the point of saying I do
How tall will the sunflowers grow
And how red will the strawberries get
I’m wasting time blowing cotton off all of the dandelions
I’m sinking dizzy deep into my lawn chair
While the sunny shadows do a jig on the ground and call my name
So I stand up and raise my red cup of plastic
Adjust my sunglasses and I take a sip
And I join my friends with no shoes
As I talk you stare into the depths of your white apple’s screen
As if it were a crystal ball or a set of tarot cards
But you’re just some young mystic who can’t predict what tomorrow brings
So I want my money back, I want a lot of things
And I want my cigarettes to be diet
The birds are singing songs you can’t comprehend
Their composition is way too complex
Just hear that melody well it could make you cry
Or resurrect you to another lifetime
While the robins are pleased to be satisfied
This room is made of wood with horizontal grain
And when I raise my voice the sound reverberates
So I begin to sing a song you never heard
As I watch your heart begin to melt unto the floor
And I hear your voice join me
In harmony
How tall will the sunflowers grow
And how red will the strawberries get
I’m wasting time blowing cotton off all of the dandelions
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9. |
Bicuspid Boy
03:12
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Bicuspid Boy where on earth did you go
With your light up shoes of Velcro
Where the watermelons grow
So careful not to swallow a single seed
Sitting Indian style on that summer picnic sheet
With closed eye car rides sleeping in the backseat
Watch the random rhythm flicker of
The sunshine through your eyelids
Time was so simple when you couldn’t read
What the face was saying
Or why the hands were waving around
Sledding down a snowy hill
Or running through the sprinkler with all of my sisters
All this laughter turns to tears
Throughout all the years that you’ve been burning through
Or flipping your finger to
Wisdom teeth are growing in
So Mama wash my denim overalls
And admit my circle has been drawn
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10. |
Old Friends
05:38
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My friends are leaving and I can’t go with all of them
Snowfall
New year
Old friends we hold dear
On weekends and holidays
Through triumph and heartbreak
My friends are leaving and I can’t go with all of them
Make new friends bullshit I want the ones I have
Heat wave
Haircuts
Laughing our ass off
In cabins in car rides
We held on to good times
My friends are leaving and I can’t go with all of them
Make new friends bullshit I want the ones I have
(Ian McMullen showed up late and almost hit the garage door with his car while we were recording)
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11. |
All-Star Neighbor
03:47
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Don’t you wear those sneakers anymore
Cause I just woke up and have the Sunday blues
The paper flew and hit my door
Faster than your fist
I can see it
I can smell it in the air
That tomorrow will disappear
Just as fast as yesterday day did and today
And today seems so disposable our homes are wrapped in
Pure plastic
My neighbor mows his lawn in his All-Star Converse
While they’re laying stones on his back property for the patio he deserves
It’s the fresh smell of fresh cut grass
It’s the smoky scent of barbeque
It’s the beautiful weather with no additives
We got addicted to
You have no taste in clothes
She is always rushing by when she walks then she talks
She is always rushing by in her car at the mall
She is always rushing by when she walks when she talks
She is always rushing through her next phase her next attitude
Her father mows his lawn in his All-Star Converse
While they’re laying stones on his back property for the patio he deserves
It’s the fresh smell of fresh cut grass
It’s the smoky scent of barbeque
It’s the beautiful weather with no additives
We got addicted to
You have no taste in clothes
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12. |
1993
05:29
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1993
My hand feels like I’ve been wearing a catcher’s mitt again
And every time I close my eyes I see home videos
My house starts to feel like all four of my grandparents at once
And that in ground pool is now filled in with green grass growing tall
I remember summers swimming with all of my cousins
And catching the ice cream truck and getting outdoor crew cuts from my
Army man uncle Shawn
Poughkeepsie driving my mother points out Barbucci’s apartment
My great grandmother
That’s where she met her best friend Georgine
Who we only see when the leaves change from California
Stories are passed down of the railroad hobos from my great aunt Dot
Letterii Sporting Goods Louie Prima tunes play in Pop-Pop’s trophy shop garage
I remember him first teaching me the date of my birth
May 21st
1993
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Dante DeFelice Marlboro, New York
Dante DeFelice is all alone with you in the green-tinted shadows of his treehouse, covered in dust and wet grass. The wood of his guitar is worn. He sings. Old photographs, wrinkled balloons, and bloody effigies leap from his tongue in wavering streams. An unexpected joke catches you off-guard. You are both laughing and, for a moment, you are both young. ... more
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