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Longest Day - Live
03:50
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Longest day, record high,
A midpoint that feels like the start of something new
A man, he waits with no shade in sight
On a Rutherford bench of chipped and fading blue
When September comes, I'll fly out fast and straight
With a fat stack of cash and all my new-found strength
Longest day, I'm still high
Think I'll quit the drink and flip to full-time bud
But when the autumn sky opens wide
It'll be tough to say no to a covered liquid lunch
Turkey vultures circling low
O'er a pile of spent tax dollars in a hole
A little reflection could distill you down to a better light
Like how the sun just makes you tired but the moon will let you run all night
When September comes, I'll carve out a piece of myself
Bury it, or crush it with a hammer. I can't tell
When September comes, I'll be leaving
I'll temper expectations when I'm gone
Til then I can't help but dreaming
It's nine o'clock and I've still got the sun
There's a rock on a too-steep west-facing hill
It's flat as a bench
And it's there when I have time to kill
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Useless Old Names - Live
02:41
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Useless old names don't mean anything
This hound only hounds after other pups' pee
The shepherd just herds your inadequacy
We're all sporting useless old names
Me and my brothers, Gardner's all three
Not bad at mowing, but can't raise a seed
Not even a lousy bonsai tree
All sporting useless old names
My buddy's a Tyler, a friend to the death
A monstrous picker, a phenom on frets
But if this band goes south, he may lay tile yet
So far, a useless old name
She called me lover, I called her wife
She took my name and we started a life
Now it's all over, yet the checks that she signs
Still bear my useless old name
These city dogs lose all their utility
Greyhounds on concrete can't gather speed
Mountain dog stuck in Apartment 3
Lamenting his useless old name
Useless old names don't mean anything
This hound only hounds after other pups' pee
The shepherd just herds your inadequacy
We're all sporting useless old names
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Mountain Dew - Live
02:50
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Answers - Live
04:06
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It's hard enough to be something worth hating
To build yourself up for the barbs
Who'd be stupid enough to be something worth loving?
To give it back and play the part?
Cause now it's up to you to answer
When you never should have made it this far
Now it's up to you to answer
It's easy enough, to find yourself wanting
Lazy and selfish and cruel
So when someone decides you're the one that they're wanting
You can't help but think them a fool
Now you're stuck without an answer
As you feel your self-loathing encroach
On what used to be an answer
It's easy enough making excuses
Pretending it's all in your head
But pain is a guide rope, best if you use it
Choose to be lonely instead
It's the sting in your voice and the barb that I can't pull out
Just scratch and delay the extra hand that's needed now
It's easy enough to be something worth loving
It ain't up to you to decide
Who'd be stupid enough to choose to be nothing?
To have love and let it die?
No there'll never be an answer
Just guesses and gut-checks and feints
But who said you deserve an answer?
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Cheap Beer - Live
02:16
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A pint of nine percent'll do a number on an empty stomach
And a slight from a lover hurts most when you don't see it coming
There's a bar around the block that knows what I'm talking
But they remember me from last time and tell me to just keep walking
Cheap beer ain't cheap when you buy it by the case
Sleeping in doesn't do a thing when you're staying out so late
Feeding yourself the lie that you are what they ain't
Cheap beer ain't cheap when you buy it by the case
Eight or nine or ten'll do a number on an empty wallet
But I'm feeling wrecktrospective, got some people on my mind who need calling
Lucky for them the stupid engine's stalling
I'm fuckin' Tom Petty, Bush Jr., parachuting, free falling
Cheap beer ain't cheap when you buy it by the case
Cheap is lying to them just to keep yourself contained
"One of these days" becomes a refrain
Cheap beer ain't cheap when you buy it by the case
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Birds - Live
06:39
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t’s 4am, I done it again. Birds are chirping out my window and I should be out cold. You’d think with all these songs about wasting time, we’d start to know better. We never knew better. So much in bloom, spring came to soon. I’m thawing out. The going’s tough, but I’ll get there soon enough. Spent a season watching leafless silhouettes. I wish that they’d stay ugly. I’m not ready for ‘em yet. We’re young enough to hope, old enough to regret. Some friends are growing up, some are already dead. The spark is gone it seems, the excuse for every breath. One drink for every dream I kiss and then forget. Kiss and then forget. The pictures remind me of where I’m never at. There’s that one from Sebago, a smile and a bag. It was bought in a country I’ll never see with money I’ll never earn. And it’s no one’s fault but mine. I’m running low on hope, stocked up with regret. Feel like a fucking joke, but it sure beats being dead. A punch you never threw, a line left in the dirt. Well wake the fuck up son, it’s 5am and it’s time to get to fucking work.
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Go Yankees - Live
03:56
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Sing some songs on the way, arrive a little late and pray
That they're all tired of shaking hands
The pool's dried up and stickball bats are back with their bristles
No more empty endless cans
Sneak off to an empty street, from here they can't smell
Why I'm so quiet today
One push hits too hard and one joke goes too far
Just keep it in for mama's sake
Stick to updates from your latest try to prove the whole world wrong
And unenthusiastic calls of, "Go Yankees!"
Been here a million times before, my aunt still shows me to the door
Says, "Enjoy your pee and God Bless!"
Through the window, Jen's in tears
I pretended to understand for years
For now I wonder what liquor's left
Sneak into a bedroom, steal a book and try to tell
Why we won't sit still today
The hour's getting late, loaded heads and empty plates
So wrap this up, I'm begging, please
No more forced laughs, no more forced sighs
No more shaking hands with brittle men
Who look so tough and break so easily
I wonder what liquor's left
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9. |
Rocky - Live
03:23
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Stumblin along in a rocky park
Two quarts of water and an empty heart
Cuttin it close but it aint that far
Least from here I feel like we could find it in the dark
Slither away if you want to
If you don't fear the drop
Wither away cause you have to
Cans of Coors are heavy but they sure taste sweet
Had to haul em up above a slide release
Findin our footin on uprooted trees
One-eyed in the wild like we used to be
Slither away if you want to
If you don't fear the drop
Wither away cause you have to
Wipe em away if you want to
Like you don't fear the drop
Just try to stay where ya gone to
Puffin in the morning in a rocky park
I'm all out of water and my throat is raw
But I hear a chuck and look up at a ledge so far
Know I can't stand it when ya get a head-start
Follow along if you want to
If you don't fear the drop
Don't believe the distance around you
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Ain't Enough - Live
02:44
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Training - Live
04:29
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When I return what I have borrowed, and this old paper calendar is out of tomorrows, will it be run down and busted? Ridden to hard with the insides rusted? Seems the only obligation is to get where I'm going. Might already be there, there's no way of knowing. Fighting for strength as if it mattered, but a couple extra days don't replace what you've shattered. When I return what I have borrowed, will I find that the bottom the hill was hollow? I guess your eyes can deceive you. Your heart and your hand and your gut and your knees too. When she asks you how you're doing, say 'Never been better.' She offers you a hand, it feels good, so you let her. Open your eyes and hope it's behind you, but all it takes is two short steps to remind you. Can you believe we called it 'Training'? Just a couple days of aches and straining. Have the tops of the trees been trained for the breeze? When I return my lanky framework, will I get some relief or just the same hurt? Will the director throw his back out, curse me, feel guilty, make me pretty on my back now? Well the white tastes like piss, and the red tastes like cigs, but I swear to you that it ain't a crutch. But if it's only one hit, why's the lighter still hot to the touch? Can you believe we called it 'Training'? Just a couple days of aches and straining. Have the tops of the trees been trained for the breeze?
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Too Late - Live
04:19
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Commuter - Live
03:35
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A tall Rolling Rock on the roof, mini joint in the elevator room
Talking to myself, circling the drain
About time that I headed home, do a little work on these songs alone
Forgetting my own lesson, as I walk to the train
Never get high before commuter rail
Hit the street and it's past everyone, step in a puddle of piss with my laces undone
I 'bout had enough
I like to eavesdrop on passersby, maybe that's the reason why
I talk so low, when I should be speaking up
Never get high before commuter rail
Wait til I get my money right, but don't hold your breath
Cause there's birds pecking at cigarette butt guts
Speaking of, that butt is wet
There's a provolone stink and florescent lights
A hundred gnarled necks and crooked spines
Headphones broke, and batteries bout to die
The window's cold and the seat is warm
The sweet pale yellow of a five-minute storm before dusk
I 'bout had enough
Never get high before commuter rail
Never get high before commuter rail
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