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I don't mind the wind; I don't mind the snow;
I don't mind the rain; I don't mind the cold.
There's only one thing that brings me down,
And that is when you don't come around.
And you landed your punch with a resounding thud.
It even drew a little blood.
Some knots won't come undone, no matter how fine the comb.
Strangers can't be ignored when they follow you home.
Some want nothing more
Than to slip on their coats at the first sign of snow.
Some want nothing more
Than to feel the sand between their toes.
I want so much more
Than you and you and you and you and you will ever know.
I'm so close to your heart I use it as mine.
I give you my blood and you keep it alive.
But what good is a brain, when it's battered and fried,
And served up to go in a brown paper bag?
Some knots won't come undone, no matter how fine the comb.
Strangers can't be ignored when they follow you home.
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Ain't Feeling Generous
03:15
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The thing you love will one day
Just be the thing you miss.
The goal in life is finding
The next safe place to take a piss.
This story's got some horrors
I cannot sleep away.
I'm sorry man
But I ain't feeling generous today.
You stare at something distant
As you bite your nails.
This engine usually whines and wheezes
Right before it fails.
Quarters jingle in my pocket
As I walk away.
I'm sorry man
But I ain't feeling generous today.
I'm sorry man, but I ain't feeling generous today.
I'm sorry man, but I ain't feeling generous today.
The thing you love will one day
Just be a big regret.
You better make your mark babe
Before the concrete's set.
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Go Ahead, Be A Fool
02:17
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A horde of trumpeting angels
Are gathering in the alley.
You better summon all the courage you got.
You might look famous.
You might even feel famous.
But you are definitely not.
If pamphlets are raining down from above,
The natives are jumping for joy.
There's no one here who can undo what has been done.
If I were not as fucked
As I think I am,
I'd take the money and run.
There's black mold and ammonia in my sinuses.
Vision starts to blur.
It's gotten too late to repent.
You might not want it.
And you sure as fuck don't need it.
But your breakfast is gonna be instant.
So go ahead, be a fool.
Go ahead, be a fool.
Go ahead, be a fool.
Go ahead, be a fool.
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Sessions With The Devil
03:16
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They're excited about the season.
The so-called experts are all aware.
Every Saturday is Mardi Gras.
There's confidence to spare.
The stadium falls silent.
Two hundred thousand eyes are peeled.
The QB gives the thumbs-up
As he's carted off the field.
There'll be no more conference records,
No more touchdown dance,
No more warm ovation,
And no more second chance.
'Cause the switches on the mainframe
Are incorrectly wired,
And the sessions with the devil
Left a lot to be desired.
I like watching the waitress,
But I think she's onto me,
Imagining her topless,
Pathetic as can be.
Yeah, I'm that much of an asshole.
Total strangers can figure it out.
I crawled back into Mommy's womb,
Crippled with self doubt.
So I cranking up the stereo.
Frowns will turn to smiles.
Soul reaches toward the heavens
As these tires chew up the miles.
But the switches on the mainframe
Are incorrectly wired.
And the sessions with the devil
Left a lot to be desired.
You can't fake a salt lick sculpture.
Can't manufacture fate.
Can't steal a kiss goodnight
After a disastrous first date.
Stop staring down the shotgun.
You can still lose with loaded dice.
You can fool the loan sharks one time,
But you cannot fool them twice.
So head on back to Philadelphia.
You can't avoid the pain.
Straighten out your collar,
And hook electrodes to your brain.
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Blue Healer
02:33
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Good people do good things.
We're gonna do bad things.
It's gonna cost nothing.
Were gonna do bad things.
She told me that her name was Blue Healer
And that I should trust her.
She finally led me to her room
On the afternoon they came to bust her.
Now I'm rhyming on the corner with a bag of quills.
I knew I liked her when she said
"I'm not here to impress;
I'm here to break your heart."
Good people do good things.
We're gonna do bad things.
It's gonna cost nothing.
We're gonna do bad things.
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There's a thousand ways to get lost,
A thousand ways to be untrue,
A thousand roads to somewhere else
But only one road back to you.
I was listening to the coolest song on the radio.
Now I feel so uncool.
'Trying real hard to send up a flare.
'Trying hard to remember the rule.
Tree limbs and sagging power lines-
Nothing more than a bumbling fool.
There's a thousand ways to get lost,
A thousand ways to be untrue,
A thousand roads to somewhere else
But only one road back to you.
Unburied treasure, found some by the side of the road.
When I opened it up it really creeped me out.
If this is what they meant by the luck of the draw,
I'm folding, I'm done, I'm out.
Tree limbs and sagging power lines-
The devil is in the doubt.
There's a thousand ways to get lost,
A thousand ways to be untrue,
A thousand roads to somewhere else
But only one road back to you.
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Giant Moose Chicago, Illinois
Giant Moose is Jacob Dancey. Using simple melodies, playful language, and a warm, low-fi sound he chronicles the fears and longings, big and small, of a slightly bent life forever sliding in and out of balance.
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