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Sugar Pants
03:17
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I Had a friend who I once thought was vicious
Now I’m certain he’s acting suspicious
He just ignores me when I’m feeling dangerous
What’s gotten into his head?
Don’t call me sugar pants…
Made an appointment to see Dr. Wheelchair
He reads the stories I write in my sleep
May not remember me, it’s been a long time
I sure remember him
Don’t call me sugar pants…
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2. |
Mexico Texaco
04:15
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Sometimes I just..
I can’t help but think
There’s a particular way
For an angel to sleep
With her head just
Turned up unaware
That you’re standing there
Watching her dream
Something frightfully beautiful
Why can’t I take this car
And drive it to Mexico
And we’ll rob a Texaco
In Santa Fe
where we’ll run out of gas
I wonder why
It scares me to death
You tell me everything you ever
Thought
about love was a lie
And I should be s truck … dumb
(Happily insane)
But the man in my head recommends
against paving my history
Why can’t I take this car
And drive it to Mexico
And we’ll rob a Texaco
In Santa Fe
where we’ll run out of gas
Why can’t I take this bird
And fly her to Jupiter
And pitstop to Venus
Stare back at the Earth
while she catches her sweet, soft breath
Why can’t I take this car..
Why can’t I take this bird
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3. |
Hot Loser, Part 1
02:23
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4. |
Cauchemar
02:59
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She says I am the sun
& that’s a mystery to me
But If that’s what she believes
Then it so it must be
I had a real cauchemar
we were in the backyard
the whirlybird came
down on me
I won’t see you no more
Not if I am the sun
So I feel more like a rock
Than the stars or the moon
‘cause I can’t control the tide
And what you say to me is true
That if I am the sun
And if I ever disappear
You know you’ll have to
Come with me
‘cause you can’t stay here
Not if I am the sun
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5. |
In Bed With The Pope
02:54
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He’s staring out his
Bubble heart window
Contemplating world peace
He stopped me on the street
I asked him what’s the matter man
He told me that he couldn’t
find his way back to the Vatican
We could raise an eyebrow to heaven
We could sing the pope to sleep
If God or Jesus were the cab driver
We wouldn’t make it hone so fast
Would he snore in my ear
And drool on his white pillow
Would he take up too much room
Would he hog the blankets too ?
We could lie in bed with anyone
We could sing the pope to sleep
If God or Jesus counted sheep for us
We wouldn’t get to sleep so fast
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6. |
Down Again
04:40
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I’m coming down again
But it’s taking way too long
I’m coming down again
But it’s happening all wrong
‘Cause the sky’s not supposed to be green
And the lines on your face
are way too mean
There’s walrus in my bed
and won’t share the blankets
he’s a big one and I’m losing sleep
I’m losing faith again
of the little that I’ve had
I’m losing faith again
because everybody’s bad somehow
And all the people on the bus look so distraught
They think their lives are pathetic
And they wish they were not
So I’m skipping down the street to
brighten up your day
You tap your head and say crazy
I’m sinkin’ lower now
I’m thinking shameful thoughts
I’m sinkin’ lower now
So I can laugh when I caught
‘Cause there ain’t no money in sympathy
And I always feel like a jerk
Chances are the Lord Above has got my number
But he won’t call
‘cause there’s a service charge
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7. |
Cheesecake
06:01
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February landscape
Lemon-cherry cheesecake
Rainy day bike ride poverty date
Welfare rally news break
Marijuana crime rate
fictionay dreamscape
Generation pigstate
Magazine-thin deadmate
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8. |
Nails & Snails
04:00
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There’s a little man upstairs
And he colour codes the nails
That hold down the floor boards
And separate our rooms
There’s a little girl next door
And she colours all the snails
And opens the doors and windows
That separate our rooms
There’s no room
Colour down the boards and beams
A lumbering claustrophobic dream
And if all goes well they’ll build
A cardboard dollhouse
Where we used to live
It’s a wet dream
There’s a little kid across the hall
And he’s wondering what to do
As you over-estimate the floor
In your room there’s no room
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9. |
Two Heads
03:24
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Logic paints a picture of a small boy
With his hands in his pocket
And his shoes well-shines
He’s a thinker (not a looker)
Which his what his daddy told him
He’s so lonely
Two heads on a body are better than
One dead stick in the mud
Two eggs in a basket are better than
One dried fish in the sun
I love the smell of diesel in
September
‘cause it makes me high
And it helps me remember
Why I need to get stoned
Inebriated or blown
In the first place
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored
With the memories
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10. |
Almond Joy
04:29
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She’s in a pod form Mars
In a drunken orbit
No way to stop the spinning
When you’re halfway
Across the universe
She’s in a UFO now;
Part guest, part hostage
She’s agreed to all the terms
But she doesn’t know
Exactly what they are
She’s a hundred and fifty-seven
Days late I guess it’s time to embrace
There’s a diamond growing in a sweet
Potato, it’s a baby yam
It’s an almond joy
He’s standing on the bow of the
Santa Maria not afraid or even
Conscious of the endlessness that is
The sea
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11. |
Girlfriend
03:19
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This is not a beer commercial m no untouchable convention
You know just as well I wish to God it were
Let you deep inside my rainbow-fronted technicolour secret
If you ever catch me drinking I’m a weeper
I’m so..so much happier now
‘cause I live near a beer store and I have a girlfriend
Next door to me there is a boy named Robert
He calls after me but I don’t have the time to be his friend
On the wall there is a clock
It says 25 to 4 , it hasn’t moved in oh say fifty years or more
So I sit inside this sunken pit like I expect a big A-Bomb to
Burn the skin from everyone but me
But really it’s just cabin fever, sun starvation sure to drive me
Mad but I’ve got nowhere else to go
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12. |
Apples
00:54
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In my pocket are 2 apples
If you want one, meet me at the edge of yourself
Before desire where the dry wind blows from Los Alamos
I am not Eve offering sweet deception
I have an apple heated on one side from the warmth of my thigh
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Veal Toronto, Ontario
Veal is fronted by Luke Doucet, whose abilities on guitar are virtually without peer, anchored by the rock-solid, highly animated drummer simply named Chang, and rounded out by Edmonton bassist Nik Kozub, now of Shout Out Out Out Out. A guitar-driven three piece band who serves up a potent live show of American music. ... more
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