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Ephemeral
00:17
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Somebody better call the ambulance.
We're running out of happy pills.
'Wrote ten crap songs in one long day,
As if a song could cure my ills.
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It's a party and you're all invited.
Door prizes, cocktails, and dancing.
Everybody's got a reason
To celebrate.
We're gonna have good, hot fun
With good, cold efficiency.
Set the timer for three minutes
So our guests don't have to wait.
You will always know. You will always know.
I can change, but you know the beat of my heart.
You tell me that I'm a bit different.
You say my eyes linger a little too long.
I don't want to become a creepy old man
That the neighbors say ain't quite right.
Imagine a crystal tower.
Picture a blight ravaged forest.
You are the tower and I'm gonna stay there,
Safe and alive through the night.
You will always know. You will always know.
I can change, but you know the beat of my heart.
Stumble through the fog, I'm your magic frog.
Endings come so easy.
It's tough to sustain a good narrative.
Parties end so easy,
And everyone just goes home.
It's just one next day after another.
I'm stuck in a tire rolling downhill.
Wait at the bottom. I don't know where that is.
I don't wanna die alone.
You will always know. You will always know.
I can change, but you know the beat of my heart.
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Folks say I can't refuse you,
And set odds on how I'll lose you.
They dig for tiny clues to show
That we are getting close to over.
The cupboard's got beef jerky.
The cellar's full of whisky.
We could hold out here as long as needed,
Skin so white you cannot see it.
Mars, and Venus, Jupiter, whatever.
The family that knits together stays together.
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No Merchandise Inside
05:36
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We got as far as Shipshewana
Before giving in to tears.
Farmer's fields were a muddy mess
Left over from a flood.
The horizon's really blurry.
'Don't know if it's rain or smog.
Serenity's a funny thing.
'Don't give a fuck about the fog.
Someone pushed me off a tightrope.
I'm landing on the sidewalk.
What is this dark, bizarre career
I'm trying to pull off?
I've got a wife, three gorgeous kids,
I really shouldn't hide
Behind phony storefronts on a movie set
With no merchandise inside.
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What's the worst you could do?
Chances are we will make it through.
What's the worst you could do?
Chances are we will make it through.
You could hurt me bad and not make amends.
'Could tell your friends about my twelve step friends.
You could break a dozen eggs over my head.
Pardon this relative reluctance.
It's accepted in cases like this.
What once was as easy as tying your shoes
Ain't so easy anymore.
What once was as easy as tying your shoes
Ain't so easy anymore.
What's the worst you could do?
Chances are we will make it through.
What's the worst you could do?
Chances are we will make it through.
You could chase me with a kitchen knife,
Sell advice to my best friend's wife,
Borrow names and faces from the past.
You're thin as a squirrel but you're gonna get cooked,
'Cause I got a larding needle and a whole lotta know-how.
What once was as easy as blowing your nose
Ain't so easy anymore.
What once was as easy as blowing your nose
Ain't so easy anymore.
What's the worst you could do?
Chances are we will make it through.
What's the worst you could do?
Chances are we will make it through.
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One of the first things I did when I lost my job
Was go and buy a beautiful guitar.
'Went far away to do it.
'Wished there was a way you wouldn't notice.
Freaking out so bad I locked my keys in the car.
There were at least ten opportunities
For me to choose to take the hint.
Wrapped up in a burning need,
A monumental, rock-hard will.
'Couldn't have gone any differently than it did.
It don't feel like a habit, but it's costing more than smack.
I wish somehow you'll see me through it all.
'Hope you crack a smile when you think of me.
'Hope the anger don't keep you from falling asleep.
'Hope I'm man enough to answer when you call.
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I can look a stranger in the eye
And smile without feeling ashamed.
I can tear myself from anyone
Without feeling any guilt or pain.
The message I am sending out,
The long bill that I propose,
Is that I'd like nothing better than to sit
On a bench in the shade and pick my nose.
Lance Armstrong is my hero,
And I ain't even kidding.
I don't mind the motivation
Or who was in the bidding.
To lie for years and years and years,
And then to tell the truth-
That takes balls, son. 'Can't deny it.
Now the voice has left the booth.
We got to Nashville quick. (Yes, we did.)
Told some girls at Third Man Records
That Giant Moose is the shit. (Yeah, we did.)
Might bum-rush the stage at the Ryman tonight.
That would be some fun.
Me and Mr. Peter on the run.
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8. |
Hazy Mornings
06:35
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Hazy mornings,
Exactly what it seems.
Wistful longings,
Adolescent dreams.
Dangerous tides gonna help us today,
Floating to who knows where.
Dangerous bribes no one knows that we made,
Secrets too dark to share.
Bound to the wind, tied to the mast,
Drifting from shore to shore.
Happy in love, travelling fast,
No one could ask for more.
Hazy mornings,
Exactly what it seems.
Wistful longings,
Adolescent dreams.
The story is loosely based on fact.
The ending is left to chance.
The characters act in unpredictable ways,
Break into song and dance.
Broadway is dark, house lights are up,
What happens you'll never know.
Wondering why, standing around,
Banging the drum too slow.
Hazy mornings,
Exactly what it seems.
Wistful longings,
Adolescent dreams.
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Good Times By The Pound
02:22
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All the fortune teller said was "good luck
If it walks and swims and quacks like a duck."
I was hitchhiking through two-foot-deep muck,
Trying to flag down a red bull truck.
This is calculated for maximum impact,
Average effort, and minimum push-back.
I drove that beast six hard days through the outback.
Now the two-year-old won't even set foot on a racetrack.
Spend the money if you wanna prove it.
Take one down and pass it around.
I found the place where they sell good times by the pound.
The target bounced all over the range.
Gave my heart to the currency exchange.
The guards were distracted by something suspicious and strange,
But all I got back was pocket change.
Heading to the jungle without a degree.
Nothing but my boots and a rusted machete.
Alone without a drink, my hand is unsteady.
My headphones are the only thing that can help me rest easy.
Spend the money if you wanna prove it.
Take one down and pass it around.
I found the place where they sell good times by the pound.
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Once In A Lifetime Gown
04:02
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Of all the people I know
There is no one I wish I didn't know,
But I'm still pretty freaked to show my face around town.
I'd be far more at ease on a mountaintop, exposed
To wind and snow and hungry wild animals
Than picking up the phone, calling a friend,
And admitting I'd fallen down.
But it's still a big improvement over all that's come before.
I'm sticking to local customs, sticking to the native sound.
My shirts are pressed and hung all neat-like in the closet, baby.
We have boxed up, stored away our once in a lifetime gown.
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Settle down and face the East.
Call upon a mythic beast.
Offer something to satisfy it's urgent, growing thirst.
Turn around and face the West.
Comb your hair and look your best.
No one's gonna tell you which door to open first.
So best tuck in your shirt.
Something good's gotta happen.
You've worked hard all this time.
Things are gonna get better.
All good things take more time than you'd like them to.
The symptom never tells the whole truth.
History offers clearer proof
That we are shrinking bit by little bit by little bit.
You might feel smaller than a flea.
You know, for sure, to love the sea.
Water rising everywhere. Best get used to it.
Bit by little bit.
Something good's gotta happen.
You've worked hard all this time.
Things are gonna get better.
Good things take such a damn long time.
You hear your name in supermarkets,
See your face in every crowd.
You realize you're everywhere.
You drop your jaw and shout out loud.
Something good's gotta happen.
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12. |
Soy Freaks
06:35
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13. |
Oranges In The Trunk
00:57
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Sophie is an adrenaline junkie.
I'm kinda glad she doesn't like me.
But I kinda wish she did.
Juggling torches, being extra-careful,
Trying not to catch the flaming end.
Larry is a really good man,
He's got a bit of peace,
But I can't wait that long.
I got a bag of oranges in the trunk,
And I'm waiting for King Kong.
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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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