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The Moon In The Day
01:05
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We ain’t got no words for
When you can see the moon shining in the day
And that’s just the damndest thing
Cause when the sun shines at night
We have a word we call know with our bones
and another for when they’re off together all alone
So I think my quandary
Is that we ain’t got words that balance out the sun
Despite the opportunity too
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I run into Jesse James
While he was perusing isle 8
He said ‘I just couldn’t quit
But I backed off a bit
Though I’m afraid of the aspartame
‘Jesse, when I was coming in
I saw a big ole cadillac
I figured that it might’ve been yours
It’s got pistols painted on the back’
‘Yessir and that’s my mount!
Ain’t she sweet for a ’79?
Dja catch the vanity plate?
It reads ‘Palamino’ with a 1 instead of an i
‘Mister Death you oughta see your blue eyed boy
He’s doing real great
He’s got a new show and he took it on the road
Sounds like the good ole days’
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3. |
Daily Driver
03:22
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I spent my today last night
In a dingy ole bar
I washed up this morning
In some grocery’s parking lot
There’s some weirdos
And some pigeons
I got a headache from hell
There’s this old busted up jalopy
It’s got a sign that says ‘For Sale’
There’s bubbles in the stick on tint
It’s rusty and it’s dented
The wheels ain’t even matched
The back fender’s missing
I had to see if this thing ran
Or if they’re selling as is
So I walked over and read the pitch
‘I can be your daily driver
You can be my sweet little rider
Yes I got a whole lot of miles
But I got more to go
Sometimes I sound a little funny
Sometimes I start real slow
I over heat if I idle too long
And that cassette player is jammed
With an old George Jones
Yes but baby
I’ll be good to your wallet
You can ride me past E
All the way to the bottom
Stop your walking
Yes and drive me home
Yes it’s true
I’ve been wrecked before
But I’m back together again
And these days I try to keep it clean
But whatever happened in that cupholder
I’m really not sure
Get under my hood
You won’t find no computer
We can lie on the bill of sale
So the tax man don’t screw ya
Stop your walking
Yes and drive me home
And I can be your daily driver
You can be my sweet little rider
Yes I’ve got me a whole lot of miles
But I’ve got more to go
And I can be your daily driver
You can be my sweet little rider
Stop your walking
Yes and drive me home
And all the miles are highway miles
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4. |
Fish And Roses
03:38
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5. |
The Burdens Of Time
00:57
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If the water in the rivers
Remembers the glaciers
And the cloud
And when it dove down to the earth
And pummeled the flowers
And ran all over the ground
Then the water in our bodies
Knows the burdens of time.
Baby, you’ve been on my mind
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6. |
A Note On Self Love
00:52
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The pendulum
That ceases to swung
Becomes
A Plumb
Line
The plumb line
That never swing
Don’t know
How wide it can
Be
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To A Visiting Shade
01:57
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Yes my friend
Your snare drum days are done
Your bugle won’t bring no dogs in around here.
Ya know, I love the way your were sweet
To all the little things you’d find.
Tell me man,
What’s it like?
Do you know how to rain?
If you still have to I hope you eat well when you can
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8. |
Flatbread
01:45
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In a large bowl combine
3 cups of whole wheat flour
2 pinches of salt
A small pinch of baking powder
And 1/4 cup lard or oil
Next,
Mix in 1 cup of warm to hot water
The heat helps disperse the lard or oil
Mix with your hands until a dough forms
You’ll get a feel for the consistency over time
But your hands should come away mostly clean
If it’s too dry, add water
Too wet, add flour
After your dough has rested for a few minutes
Grab a chunk
With a rolling pin or cylindrical object
Roll out to desired thickness and shape
Place your bread in a hot pan
I keep mine dry or only lightly oiled
Cook on both sides
Brown spots will appear
In my experience,
The first bread from any batch turns out weird
Call it Cain
Call it an appetizer
Call the dog,
Don’t be discouraged
Just make another one
This flatbread dough will store
At room temperature for a few days
I keep it covered so it doesn’t dry out
Or use the refrigerator
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9. |
Torments Of Atlas
01:14
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Yearning
Is the god forsaken country
Who’s slew trees souls haunt
Slow and lumbering
Yearning
Is the god forsaken country
Agape under the Wheel
That turns more stripped rubble in its mouth
Through it’s mouth
Full of broken teeth it screams
‘My blood smells like flowers’
Yearning
Is the god forsaken country
Bound by it’s oppressor
Who knows their crime
And longs to forgive themselves
Of themselves
For themselves
By themselves
Yearning
Is a god forsaken country
Who like Atlas has his reasons
Who like Atlas could not succumb
To Heracles cruel tricks
Prometheus!
My fire is burning low!
Your hand is chained and the other is tethered
Prometheus!
This light is stale!
Your hand is chained and the other is tethered
Prometheus!
Your fennel lamp is chocked in soot!
Your hand is chained and the other is tethered
Yearning
Is a god forsaken country
That can’t drop the stone
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10. |
Exhausted Ouroboro
03:01
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