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Pynchon without a paycheck
Gremlins on a loan
Cash machine
Fields of green
Roll back the stone
The less you know
The less you're going to need.
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Evacuate the nearest towns
'Cause something evil's coming 'round.
It's tainting all the water,
And it's breeding underground.
And you can't get a second date.
You got a plastic fork and a paper plate.
Splattered blood on a metal grate,
And the mail's delivered five days late.
The empty shelves in the pharmacy,
And the disappearance of the honey bee.
Believe me when I tell you, babe,
That you don't want a friend like me.
Stop clearing your throat.
This witch can float.
We might not hold on
Long enough to reload.
Stop clearing your throat.
So score one for the margins.
Score one for the bobbleheads.
Score one for all the restless loners.
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When I walked into the room
It made everybody sneeze.
I guess this must be the time
When everybody leaves.
So I spent a sleepless night
Getting hammered all alone,
Just like every night I've ever known.
I spent a sleepless night
Getting hammered all alone,
Just like every night I've ever known.
Just a sad man with the wrong plan.
Just a sad man with the wrong plan.
Did you give away the door
But keep the lock and key?
Did you trade away the right
To keep your dignity.
And I spent a sleepless night
Getting hammered all alone,
Just like every night I've ever known.
I spent a sleepless night
Getting hammered all alone,
Just like every night I've ever known.
Just a sad man with the wrong plan.
Just a sad man with the wrong plan.
Sleep away the winter.
Don't wake up in the spring.
'Wondering if when it all goes down
She's gonna sell that fucking ring.
And however many times I call
She won't pick up the phone,
Same as every call I've ever known.
Just a sad man with the wrong plan.
Just a sad man with the wrong plan.
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4. |
Me And Daniel Johnston
01:38
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I cannot do this anymore;
My ship departs at dawn.
I've said goodbye to all my friends;
It barely brought a yawn.
No compass to distract us,
No voices in the static,
No parachutes to dumb us down,
No anchor to a habit.
Illegal guns and angry mobs in Boston,
They ain't no use to me and Daniel Johnston.
The wedding lasted way too long;
I'm heading for the hills.
Fuck the immigration law;
Fuck the stack of bills.
Dancing always gets me high,
Cartwheels in the sand,
Candles on a winter's night,
Fast approaching land.
Illegal guns and angry mobs in Boston,
They ain't no use to me and Daniel Johnston.
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All I want is a new guitar
And life would be complete.
'Wanna eat my ice cream before it melts
And come and go as I please.
All I want's an American car
And a can of axle grease.
I want a friend to bust me out
When the judge delays my release.
All I want is a prickly pear
To squeeze into my drink.
I want over-easy on a propane stove
And a brush to scrub the sink.
I want a snowy morning in Gettysburg
And a memory that fades.
I wanna be sure that the angle's right
Before she pulls the shades.
I wanna go to meetings on a regular basis
And a world series win.
I want the girl with the dark brown eyes
To wonder where I've been.
All I want is to be around
On the day you choose to leave.
All I want is to be around
Long enough to watch you grieve.
Over and over, I can't say no.
Over and over, I can't let it go.
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6. |
Nobody's Buddy
03:44
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Going out for a drink with a buddy of mine,
It's been way too long.
Last night I got a call from a buddy of mine,
It's been way too long.
He says the press likes the installation,
And the family is doing fine.
Then he asked me when I thought it all went wrong.
I said I'm no one's buddy.
I'm no one's buddy.
Flip flops and shorts and Vegas flings,
Initiation never gets old.
A series of arbitrary cellular pings
And you're welcomed into the fold.
Think you can hug me as if you know me,
But you don't know a fucking thing.
I would much rather be left out in the cold.
Because I'm no one's buddy.
I'm no one's buddy.
I'm no one's buddy.
I'm no one's buddy.
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7. |
The Boss Is Dead
02:14
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Everybody walks a little faster than you do,
But you don't really mind because the boss is dead.
The boys upstairs have made a technological breakthrough,
But it don't really matter 'cause the boss is dead.
People say you ought to put yourself back out there,
But it's easy to do nothing when the boss is dead.
No one loves a guy who can't get out of a lounge chair,
But love don't count for nothing when the boss is dead.
The sweet, young nurse just said,
"This won't be the last time you wet the bed."
I asked her for a kiss to make the pain go away,
But she just blew into my ear and said "the boss is dead."
She giggled through her nose and said "the boss is dead."
She said, "I'll do my best to keep you clothed and fed,
But you're even less attractive now the boss is dead."
The sweet, young nurse just said,
"This won't be the last time you wet the bed."
I asked her for a kiss to make the pain go away,
She said a kiss don't count for nothing now the boss is dead.
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8. |
Five Pennies On A Dime
03:22
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I miss the friends I had when I was in treatment.
Healthy people freak me the hell out.
I don't know how I'm gonna spend another day at work.
The family's gonna have to do without.
I thought I had a plan to keep me sober.
The kids will probably think they are to blame.
I'd head back west if I could just afford it.
Things are starting to look much the same.
It's no fun planning how you're gonna end it.
The crying can't be heard above the din.
I'm tired of falling in and out of love ten times a day.
Can't help wondering how it might have been.
If only five more people knew how great I was,
If only five more people had the time,
If only five more hundred thousand dollars,
I'd buy it back for pennies on the dime.
I'd buy it back for pennies on the dime.
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9. |
Crystal
03:34
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She called me from north Jersey,
From the land of dull Octobers,
The land of almost addicts
And tangled family trees.
She called me from north Jersey.
I'm trying not to get my hopes up,
'Cause it's as gloriously hopeless
As the songs say it will be.
I don't know if I wanna go.
I don't know if I wanna go.
I don't know if I wanna go.
But she called me; she called me; she called me.
She called me; she called me; she called me.
I got a letter in my pocket.
'Feels like a ticking bomb.
I'll probably never send it
Till she is too far gone.
But I guzzled seven monsters.
I gobbled up the mushrooms.
I'm fastening my seatbelt,
And I can be there with the dawn.
I know I shouldn't wanna go,
But I am probably gonna go.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
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10. |
Never Leave High School
03:40
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You squint into the light
And make a vain attempt to stay on your bar stool.
No matter how you try,
You never, really ever, leave high school.
Barbarians beating down your door,
Bad aquarians wanting more and more,
Shipwrecked aliens jumping overboard,
And your only friend is knocked out on the bathroom floor.
You squint into the light
And make a vain attempt to stay on your bar stool.
No matter how you try,
You never, really ever, leave high school.
Bad attitude and an appetite for some kinky fun,
Too much latitude and a little too much sun.
If you got a clue, you'd back out of your congressional run.
But you're getting screwed by a Buddhist monk and a catholic nun.
You squint into the light
And make a vain attempt to stay on your bar stool.
No matter how you try,
You never, really ever, leave high school.
You obviously want to be looked at,
But probably don't want to be looked at by me.
You obviously want to be talked to,
But probably don't want to be talked to by me.
You obviously want to be danced with,
But probably don't want to be danced with by me.
I'll wait and see, wait and see, wait and see,
Till you walk out the door forever.
Yeah.
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The furnace is cold and the faucet leaks.
The light in the garage has been out for a week.
Unspeakable valleys and unreachable peaks.
I have never been one to stick with my kind,
Time on my hands and spin misaligned.
If I here that song again I'm gonna lose my mind.
'Can't believe what I put you through,
But I really don't want someone new.
It's what I do when I miss you.
It's what I do when I miss you.
It's what I do when I miss you.
Do you head for the hills at a hint of risk?
Bait the local cops into a stop and frisk?
I'll sell you a t-shirt and a compact disc.
There's the persistent need to catch a stranger's eye,
Wishing everyone around would want to watch you cry.
The constant headaches and the frequent wishes to die.
'Can't believe what I put you through,
But I really don't want someone new.
It's what I do when I miss you.
It's what I do when I miss you.
It's what I do when I miss you.
We will say things to make each other angry,
Do things we know we'll both regret,
Break things we can't put back together.
'Can't believe what I put you through,
But I really don't want someone new.
It's what I do when I miss you.
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12. |
When I Miss You Again
00:47
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I wonder if your crazy brain
Can even count from one to two.
I wonder if your fiancee
Beat you till you're black and blue.
I wonder did the state step in
And find your kid a foster home?
I wonder if your psycho mom
Finally found some methadone.
I wonder if you're still alive.
I wonder if you kept my notes,
Or did you lose them in the move?
I wonder if your blunders left
The law with too much guilt to prove.
I wonder did you steal a car
And let your sister take the blame?
I wonder, when you see the moon,
Do you look away in shame?
I wonder if you're still alive.
I wonder if your crazy brain
Can even count from one to two.
I wonder if you had one shot,
Would it be for me or you?
I wonder if you're still alive.
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14. |
Short Version
01:54
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Sit down have a beer;
There is nothing to fear,
Except for that mirror you just passed.
They found a solution
To all this pollution.
They stuff whoopie cushions with tear gas.
I say man, what a fuck-up I am.
Man, what a fuck-up I am.
I'm too weak to bury my head in the sand.
Man, what a fuck-up I am.
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As you step down from the pedestal
I wait for your skin to warm.
I wrap a woolen blanket
Around your marble form.
You taught me that I'm never to crazy to be
The sanest person in the room
I just need to go and find myself
An empty room
I got my tail wound tightly
To keep from falling from the tree.
'Cause that would be embarrassing
For a monkey.
I'm terrified that someday
I might be
Some otherwise friendly lady's
Online dating horror story.
And I've been putting on some weight.
The doctor blames the meds.
'Been waking up alone
In way too many different beds.
I'm tired of congratulating folks
On their graduation,
Or a marriage, or a pregnancy, or new job,
Or long deserved promotion.
See there's a whole lotta things
I ain't ever gonna be.
But you should really ditch your two half boyfriends,
And spend a lot more time with me.
You taught me that I'm never to crazy to be
The sanest person in the room
I just need to go and find myself
An empty room
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16. |
The Story's Got Legs
01:38
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The doctor finally came 'round
To glance at my chart.
'Tried to read in his eyes what he learned.
I asked for specifics.
He only tried to reassure me,
And all of my fears were confirmed.
So we all sit in a circle,
And share a few feelings,
Play with some blocks and some pegs.
He says, "it's bigger than you.
'Can't let this one go.
Sorry, bro. The story's got legs".
I kindly asked for a smoke.
He just said, "damn,
You're a sensitive sociopath".
Taking a stroll
Through the well maintained grounds,
Then head back to my room for a bath.
Yeah, that's right, I got a bathtub.
They must think I'm special.
It's where I plan on putting the keg.
He says, "it's bigger than you.
'Can't let this one go.
Sorry, bro. The story's got legs".
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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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