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Down in the middle of the bathtub
Watching the water fall off my brow
I’ve been looking for some inspiration
Usually comes right about now
If I could only clear the way
I could find out what I’m here to say
Return to zero
Starting over
Don’t ya know we’ve come so far
No time to be fearful
My locator’s here
I’m back home again
Experts might call it regression
But I think I’m finding a positive vibe
There was a certain thing about ‘97
When everything was free and new
Return to zero
Starting over
Even tho we’ve come so far
No time to be fearful
My locator’s here
I’m going back home again
It’s good to be home again
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It was usually about a quarter to four
Pulling on grass behind the trees
It was mascara, cloud jams, and french fries
It was picnic tables and wide angles
We had time to kill and space to fill
Cult jumpers blowing out cloves
Mustangs with subs and green neon
Everyone’s an artist before they pay the rent
We thought we discovered everything
We thought we built the temples
We though we trampled every path
We thought we were the keepers of the lodge
Even the gods don’t know what’s happening here
Breaking our minds to find something new
Throwing rocks at the bubble that kept us safe
Code words at the back of the pizza joint
Hemp rope and silver chains and aftershave
Mellow highs, low tension, high class
Grinding on the church steps early in the evening
Parking lot speakers and DODs and 9 volts
We built Bud Light architecture and felled trees
Dream tent pinwheels from B.C. green
Thinking we would never get out of this scene
Even the gods don’t know what’s happening here
Everything falling apart, right into place
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No time for wasting time, got a
Bad case of running dry
The deep end is looking wide
And full of sharks now
Rush Street to Kankakee and
Ringside and by the beach, you can
Just tell me what you need
And send your driver
That’s why they call me
My little autograph will
Set you right on the path, I
Got me a rubber stamp
To keep things moving
They come from miles around to
Our little suburban town
I’ll never let them down
It’s hippocratic
That’s why they call me
We all need someone
To get us by
I got an Italian ride and a
New beauty pageant wife, she
Gives me some good advice
On all things legal
I’ve got good friends up high, they
Tell me to take it all in stride, I
Got nabbed a second time
But I’ll be back soon
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When the fog is down and hazy
Dew is shining on the street
When all the cars are drifting out of their own way
And there’s nobody left in town to meet
That’s when I think of you most strongly
When I have the most to say
Many men might dream in technicolor
But nothing says love to me quite like gray
Gray like the sky in Seattle
Gray like the waning moon
Gray like my old memories
The ones where I spent all afternoon
Maybe I’ll cast off a letter
Maybe I will pick up the phone
And if I could be so lucky this time around
Well I might catch you when you’re on your own
Because that’s when I think of you most strongly
When I have the most to say
Many men might dream in Technicolor
But nothing says love to me quite like
Nothing says love to me quite like gray, no
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You ain’t got to be worried about your day to day
You ain’t got to listen to what the big man say
Never have no problem that you can’t solve at all
When you got guns and alcohol
I’m talkin bout guns and alcohol
Burglars in the neighborhood, they don’t stand a chance
Tuck their little tails and run when it’s time to dance
No one ever fucks with me when I go to the mall
‘Cuz I got guns and alcohol
Talking bout
I’m goin on Sunday
I’m goin on Monday
I’m goin on every Tuesday too
I’m goin on a Wednesday
I’m goin on Thursday
‘Cuz I need guns and alcohol
Talkin bout guns and alcohol
Party time is excellent with all of the above
It’s the least that I can do for everyone I love
Now wrap your chest in an orange vest and I’ll see you in the fall
We got guns and alcohol
I’m talkin bout guns and alcohol
I’ve got guns and alcohol!
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Artist and a builder and a man who paved his own way
With muscle for the trusses and a problem solving brain
Working for the union
Putting in the time
He took to the road and put away every dime
His blistered hands built a cabin on the lake
Where the kids held tight and bounced up and down in his wake
Bacon in the morning
Bourbon late at night
Singing on old songs by the firelight
Working his magic he held onto every scene
But there’s more to the picture when you’re out there living the dream
Now sometimes it’s free and easy
Other times you might get lost
And then on day the piper comes to collect the cost, yeah
We thank him for he did the best he could
The builder now and forever one with the woods
Trembling hands go searching
Through the cabin on the lake
And the kids hold tight and bounce up and down in his wake
Now the kids hold tight and bounce up down in the wake
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There’s a mess in the place where you’ve been hiding out
They got a couple dozen cameras in the hardware store
I got a reason
To keep you in my sight
Investigation
Now you got a target on your back
You know it’s easy
When you give it away
It’s a freebie
Every little breadcrumb leads me home
Every little breadcrumb
I sure hope that this is your first rodeo
You didn’t even bother to clear your history
I got a reason
To keep you in my sight
Investigation
Now you got a target on your back
Don’t you know it’s easy
When you go and give it away
It’s a freebie
Every little breadcrumb leads me home
Every little breadcrumb leads me home
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Waiting for a bus to take me
To another bus to take me
To the mall to get me
An area rug
I had The Love Below in my Discman
I was another lonely freshman
Things had gotten dark with
The girl from the park
I could see it coming
If I opened my eyes
She had unlimited nights and weekends
But they could not hold off the end
And it turns out I was only being born
Sitting with the band
They were stuck in a jam
They were proud of their highs
But even prouder of the lows
There was dust and grime on their cases
There was just enough time to be wasted
And it turns out I was only being born
Then I got the call
Like you only see in movies
I said “Thank you for the dinner
But I really have to go”
I was flying down I-90
I was finding my new piety
Everything I pictured
Was like nothing that I’d seen
Talking through the options in the waiting room
I saw things I don’t like sharing
His Christmas gift I was wearing
And it turns out I was only being born
I was just being born
I was only a baby, I was only a baby boy
Go tell him that
He’s only a baby boy
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Peering out the penthouse window
Sick of your own scene
Is that a way to spend the day
Walking around humiliated
By the things you’ve said in dreams
Is that a way to spend the day
Is that a way to spend the day
Looking backwards, looking sideways
Looking everywhere but here and forward
Calling it self care to do
Just whatever the fuck you please
Is that a way to spend the day
Giving the Chinese data points
On softcore porn and cheese
Is that a way to spend the day
Is that a way to spend the day
Looking backwards, looking sideways
Looking everywhere but here and forward
Looking downward, looking outward
Looking everywhere but here and forward
Building yourself a copper prison
Plotting your escape
Is that a way to spend the day
Texting with the taxman spambots
That they should buy your tape
Is that a way to spend the day
Is that a way to spend the day
Looking backwards, looking sideways
Looking everywhere but here and forward
Looking downward, looking outward
Looking everywhere but here and forward
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released February 2, 2023
