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Coke Nail
03:51
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Pack the bags beneath my eyes
and wear the rings below them.
I'm moving to a different town,
a town that's better when you're around.
So, pack the vinyl, pack the sheets,
pack the plans we made last week.
Pack the camera, but leave the creeps.
Leave the things that made us weak.
Outside the Center for Poison Control,
she rests her hands, I dig our hole.
Underneath the floorboards, beneath the tar,
there's a map to where we are.
So, I pick it up and I copy it down. She puts her hands to my lips without making a sound.
She bleeds light, so I stay up all night.
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2. |
The Very Long Fuse
04:37
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The very long fuse in my head is supposed to make me confused, but instead, it makes things clearer to me and I know that time is all I need.
The very strange scene in my brain is playing on my eyelids again, and if I had some tape, if I had some glue, I'd fix it, but this time I'd erase you.
And when the film is done,
when the fuse is gone,
I'll still be here.
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3. |
Acuna Brutes
05:02
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My friends edit you out of the stories that they tell me.
I'm not a flower; I think I'm okay.
But, still, I'd like my shit back:
my books, my clothes, my videos.
I like them and I'd like them back.
There's a place in my heart that you can't hit with your stupid bombs. There's a guitar, it's missing my favorite string.
So, when you ride your bike and you wear my clothes, there's something you should know: I' m alright.
There's a place in my heart that you can't hit with your stupid bombs. There's a guitar, it's missing my favorite string.
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"I'll never do that again," he says as he stands before a full-length mirror of regret.
I've got 13 notches all around my belt, one for each county she's away from me.
And he never grows old, and he never gets bored, and he never sees the traps that she set for him...or so he's told
And when he's awake, he sleeps for days. And when he sleeps he knows the ceiling better than his hands.
He grows thinner for her,
he's given blood for her.
He grows thinner for her,
he knows that blood won't get her back.
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5. |
Booklung
04:39
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A flower pressed in a book, I took the pages you wanted, to run & to copy somewhere...I don't care where.
She's a booklung, she breathes in & exhales words I thought you'd like.
Your Bible is beaten you wrote it yourself with help from your friends who you won't do a thing to until it's just too late.
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6. |
Iago's Coat
04:23
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Had a dream, saw you hangin' from the gallows.
What the hell am I supposed to do with your clothes?
I know, we'll give them to the cool kids,
and yr guitars, we'll make them start a band.
That's all we need's another fucking band,
that's all we want's another expert hand.
That's all we need from you: your advice on what to do.
Had a dream, saw you at the Circle K.
You were wearing that coat, you know the one you're so proud of
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7. |
Flora & Fauna
06:08
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8. |
Nancy on the Ropes
03:41
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Do you like it there?
Are they all as nice as you?
I think the tin box suits you well
& the nights are getting colder now.
You sleep two feet below the ground
on a bed of petals.
I still remember the morning
that you didn't move;
How they said it was no one's fault.
I blame the hemisphere and your glass walls.
You sleep two feet below the ground
on a bed of petals.
Now your million eyes sees nothin', well, that's somethin'
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9. |
Just Bleed
04:07
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Thought every shadow was you,
but I'll just bleed & wait for something new
and we can take it back to where we bought it.
It's always the same.
You voice cracks. I know you fake every laugh,
'cause I can see the split in your side grow wider.
You can show me what's in your pockets, if it's not too late; they're things scraped and full of hate.
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10. |
My First Savior
04:48
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My hands are too cold to play the guitar
my eyes like death-men across the stage
I know you wait for a sound-check
I know that you can dim the lights.
I've got a secret, but I won't tell it.
I keep it in my hands.
One hand on the light switch,
one hand on your heart.
They're waiting in the hallway
with every Band-Aid that their hero ever wore.
I've got a secret, but I won't tell it.
I keep it in my hands.
Please, don't take it personally.
I never liked that music, anyway.
Still I strive and I try,
but I'll never reach your high
Finally, a savior
Finally, my savior
She takes the stage and I'm saved
but now names are dropping like rain
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11. |
Lixx of Lite
02:34
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12. |
Charles Atlas
04:29
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I pinned my heart to my sleeve,
looked in the mirror for a while
and now I know why I don't smile
I had blood on my shirt,
I washed my hands again today
It never really goes away.
I actually left my house.
The streets were quiet and empty
because the angels were all hungover,
hungover from sleeping
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13. |
Mt. Olympus
06:41
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Your past lives are coming back
to kick me in the shins again
When I saw you at The Somethings show
you looked like you could you a friend, I guessed
You hung the situation well.
So well that I can't tell
that he's behind the frame.
I thought we were above this
way up here on Mt. Olympus,
but I was wrong
The sincerity of your attack
makes me question my own ends.
They hung him well.
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14. |
Haloes & Crowns
05:08
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Well, you're picking flowers while I just try to pick words
You remind me of Athena come to Earth
Your smile is damn bright, it hurts my eyes sometimes
It seems so wise
I wish sometimes I could stop time,
I have a plan:
I'd follow you around hanging haloes & crowns
'bove your head, I'd make you a superstar
It wouldn't be hard
You remind me of an angel that lost its way
I'd help you to get back home, but I want you to stay
On Whiskey Thursday, the words don't come out right
I could try all night
I wish sometimes I could stop time,
I have a plan:
I'd follow you around hanging haloes & crowns
'bove your head, I'd make you a superstar
It wouldn't be hard
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Ex-Hustlers Portland, Oregon
Formed in Eugene, OR, in 1994 and active until 2004. During that time, the band released 2 albums and a 7" and appeared on
several comps.
Members - Matt Howell, Joe Kincher, Peter Matern, Kyle Sheaffer, & Lance Workman.
"...even though it's all been done before, Dirty Haiku fucking rocks. Its grimy pop and weighty bass is satisfyingly energetic..." — Portland Mercury
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