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I Love Coca-Cola
00:53
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Corporations are destroying the Earth
My generation will get to watch the world die
Poverty. pollution, mass extinctions
We're in dire straights but let me tell ya
I love Coca-Cola!
The only Holy See in sight
Is Santa Claus with a Coca-Cola
Notre Dame cathedral caught fire
I say it's time we canonize Saint Pemberton
Veneration down in Atlanta
Bring some cocaine for the alter
I'll never forget the past
Because we don't have long for the future
I love Coca-Cola
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2. |
Geography Lesson
01:07
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It's sure an awful feeling to be happy and content
But still so depressed you're having trouble eating
Turns out that my Waterloo
Is ample free time on Saturday afternoon
In which I could finish my household chores
If I could just get myself
Out of a bed that's higher than Everest
Plagued with my heart of a defeatist
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And if I had a big brass bed
Lady would you come lay
Can't you see just you and me
And whatever we want to do
And if I had a big brass bed
Lady would you come stay
Maybe we could fill the sheets
And see just what we're coming to
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I feel a bit like Sisyphus
But defining my own myth
It's a hill I just can't seem to top
Bottles line the topography
And smells like coke and whiskey
I keep slipping down on the rocks
Because heaven hill gives me hell
Every night and then well into the next morning
If I die of cirrhosis
I might regret sleeping in
Instead of exploring allI could see
But every time I'm in the bar
I find myself drinking hard
Because no one means anything to me
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5. |
I'm Going to Buster's
00:40
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You ask me where I'm going
Cause I'm always going somewhere
I tell you I'm going home
And you are not invited
You clarify the question
Said you heard people were drinking
I tell you our motto
The people of Fayetteville
I'm going to Buster's
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6. |
To Live but Move to L.A.
02:50
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I want you
To stay close
And it's true
I was born here
But this country
Is all stolen land
I think it's probably better
To stay where you arrived
But you want to move away (to LA)
I think I've discovered
My reason
For being put here
On this planet
On stolen land
It's true I'm not walking it back
I was put here
To stop you in your tracks
But you want to move away (to LA)
I'm here in
Flyover country
How (why) would I trust someone
Who chooses to ignore me
Flying overhead
With a sky full of stars
Become the meteorite
Landing in my front yard
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7. |
Boat Mountain
01:58
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I never lied to you
But I'm sure I misspoke
Though I believe it's irrelevant
My words never made it close
I'm glad you found what you wanted
On the summit of Boat Mountain
I'm sad cause I'm not sad
I'm reborn as the tin man
I'm recycling ideas
All life is is thoughts and tedium
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8. |
My Friend Daniel
02:32
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Me and Daniel
We've had our good and our bad
But I guess I could say that
About all of my friends
Riding around
In an old Jeep Cherokee
Driving lost mountain roads
Taking in all we could see
Cause that's just what friends do
Yeah that's what makes a friend true
One time at a party
Daniel fucked my girlfriend
And I didn't find out
About it for several months and I was mad
But I forgave him as a good friend should
But yesterday he told me
That when he dies I can fuck his wife
So I guess we came out
Pretty square in the end
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Wish I Didn't
00:48
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Well if you know, you know
And I wish I didn't
But that's all
Well and good
To me
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Dogwoods
00:42
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We had a stroll in the gardens
Studied the native flora
Kissing under the dogwoods
Babe you know I adore ya
But somethings just fade
Out in the silver of winter
I see your face like a mirror
But your voice I am losing
I wish I held it tighter
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11. |
The Ballad of Chris Wood
02:08
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I'll follow you
Wherever you lead me to
I'll go anywhere
You need me to go
Whether it's the bottom
Of an ocean
Or there middle of a desert
You know you'll find me there
Oh and I know I'm a hired gun
But I wanna be a gun hired
Because baby, don't you know
Where there's smoke, I'm your fire
I'll play
Whatever you produce for me
I'll sing every song
You need me to sing
And at the end of the evening
I won't stand
In your way
If you get what I'm saying
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I went down to Barr & Sons Hardware Store
To buy 50 feet of all-purpose rope
Because we were out at our house
All-purpose, every purpose a reward
Cut it down cauterize the fray
This is how I wanna spend every day
Learning knots from borrowed books
Practice ties just you and me
Hands and face red as a beet
We will complete our bound feat
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Whenever I saw you at the corners of
Madison Street and Missouri Avenue
I knew I had never seen anything so beautiful
And would never see anything so beautiful again
It stands out so clear in my mind
Like the birth of my daughter or the OKC bombing
And I hate to compare you to an act of domestic terrorism
But that's just how my mind works
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It's bar close and we file outside
And of course, a fight breaks out
We're not involved but we try to calm it down
Our valiance doesn't pay off
And then the cops come
And Scott says
"The cops are here
It's time to go
I'm from St Louis
You run when the cops show"
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