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My Friend Daniel
02:30
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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
When he dies I can fuck his wife
So I guess we came out pretty square in the end
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I went down to Barr & Sons Hardware Store
To buy fifty 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 want to spend every day
Learning knots from borrowed books
Practice ties just you and me
Hands and face red as a beat
We will complete our bound feat
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The Mississippi may be
The American Dream of bodies of water
But when I’m dead I want my ashes
Spread in the Buffalo National River
I wanna stay home
Wash out to the Gulf of Mexico
I hope you fulfill my wishes
I wanna float below the bluffs
Maybe I’ll sink into the karst
This fucking river is my heart
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And every river
Is like an orgasm
The outcome feels the same
But you can drive different roads
I’m too tired
My formula repeats
Bubbling up like a spring
Sad enough to record
But too sad to write something good
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Too Much Rain
02:46
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My house is in disarray
But there’s still limitless water in the tap
And that is all I need to survive
So I won’t worry, I won’t worry anymore
I’m so fucking bitter
The world is so small but I’ve barely traveled
Farther than 100 miles from where I was born
I’m not, I'm not complaining
I just want to make sure we see eye to eye
I’m the only shit in the mirror
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Indelible Shake
00:55
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Stumbling through my house thinking
I could drink all the water in the world and it still wouldn’t cure my headache
There’s a crack under my front door
A colony of ants is coming to see what I had for dinner
And boy am I sick of all this shit
But not of what you think
I can’t see a fire but I smell the smoke
Everyone just needs to take it slow
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Imported Spirits
01:27
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I’m so tired I could drown in my bathtub
Maybe that’s not true but I’ve been drinking a lot
Stolichnaya, Coca-Cola, Tanqueray
The only reason I wanna live another day
I don’t mean it
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Residence Time
02:15
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When the gun falls out of my hand
I'll find out if I'm made of water
If I'm standing on the shore of the lake
What'll keep from sinking under
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I walk outside and register my thirst
In a part of my brain usually reserved
For all of the things I believe I deserve
But don’t have any access to
But if I start walking west
Until I find water
I’m sure that I’ll forget
Why I began to wander
We hardly glance at one another as we pass
It seems our needs are not simultaneous
Maybe you are trying to serve different dreams
In fact I doubt we’ve ever searched for the same thing
But if you start walking west
Until you find water
I’m sure that you'll forget
Why you began to wander
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