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Sitting still
Back and forth
Across the county
Waiting for
Waiting for
Inspiration to find me
One day I’ll throw this uniform away
And sell my screenplay
On the other side of my prophecy
Yeah you will see me
In the meantime
All aboard
Punch the clock
Take the wheel
And take the route I’m given
Riverside
You’ve been good to me
But I’ve got to move it along
One day i’ll throw this uniform away
When I’m paid my union rate
On the other side of Anaheim
Yeah you’ll see me
I know that you’ll see me
In the meantime
All aboard
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Looking out my window
I see it up ahead
WA40
Do you copy
Give the go ahead
The tree line grows and crosswinds blow
We hold on, hold on tight
The runway ride is nice and dry
It never rains a single day at Moses Lake
Jumping for the numbers
You just might fall short and die
When danger is your business
The wager is why you fly
The hometown hero took his shot
And left it all in the dirt
Taking it for granted now
It never rains a single day at Moses Lake
10 Pin cans and Air Force flags
The parachutes all came falling
Leave your cases in the sun
It never rains a single day at Moses Lake
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The girl from Hammersmith
Tore the talent show down
They knew they had themselves a good one
Ready for London Town
Only twelve years old but a voice of gold
Landed her in Studio Two
What else is a Hammersmith girl to do
The girl from hammersmith
Bought into the dream
She learned this tricky business
Ain’t exactly what it seems
So she played the game and changed her name
And sold an easy million or two
Now what else is a Hammersmith girl to do
Never had to count the tips (20s) at the end of the night
Never had to jump off stage and break up another drunken fight
When you make it young you may be well sung
But singing only takes you so far
The Prince of wales may fill your sails
But I don’t really know who you are
The girl from Hammersmith
Caught a plane to Mexico
Met up with a new producer
Who played around with Cubano
You can see her glow on the daytime show
In bossa nova colors of blue
Now what else is a Hammersmith girl to do
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I can withstand so many apocalypses
Never the end it’s just a new ellipsis
A million tons of money and stone
Where you can rent but you’ll never own
When the next shoe drops I’m gonna be here
When your old heart stops I’m gonna scream “clear”
We made mistakes but we’ve got beds
We got a ward, you can check your head
Evening is falling, island is sinking
Water is rising quickly
Shore up the banks, riprap the beach
This is your final warning
So you survived 3005
And I see you’re doing well
You say you’re traveling time, but even a liar
Has one and one half stories to tell
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There’s only one way back to Canton Fair
To see the one way woman that’s been waiting for me there
I long to smell the sweetness hanging gently in the air
But there’s only one way back to Canton Fair
So many warning signs along the way
The kind and worried stop me at the tiny gate and say
Somewhere deep in the Pearl River a thousand failures lay
So many warning signs along the way
There’s only one way back to Canton Fair
It’s slippery and narrow, if you even care to dare
But the wise one said it’s most important never to be scared
Now there’s only one way back to canton fair
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Feeling the yearning motor is turning
Merryll picks up the blade
Finding solutions in high revolutions
Cutting against the grain
Sometimes we heal by breaking
And we grow by shaving
Leaving the waste behind
We make it home by escaping
Smoother by scraping away the splinters of time
Jelly donut spinning fast
It’s a masterclass in wood and glass
Jelly donut on display
Its no longer just a gentleman’s game
Gentleman’s game
Smithsonian calling the ceiling is falling
Shattering on the floor
You used to write to museums now you can see ‘em
Lining up at your door
Feels like only a month ago
That you were paying the rent on tables and bowls
Jelly donut spinning fast
It’s a masterclass in wood and glass
Jelly donut on display
Its no longer just a gentleman’s game
Gentleman’s game
Who cares about those newsletters
They don’t speak for you anyway
It was just a matter of time
Before they all knew your name
Jelly donut spinning fast
It’s a masterclass in wood and glass
Jelly donut on display
Its no longer just a gentleman’s game
Jelly donut spinning fast
It’s a masterclass in making it last
Jelly donut on display
Its no longer just a gentleman’s game
Gentleman’s game
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Frank Corner!
Frank…
Frank! Frank! Frank! Frank!
Frank! Frank! Frank! Frank!
Frank! Frank! Frank! Frank!
Frank! Frank! Frankfrankfrank!
Frank Corner!
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Teenage insomniac
On the plane to Halifax
You know you gotta bring it in the morning
Your I’ve Got Rhythm tape
Three copies just in case
Your routine is marinated to the marrow
Your perfect ponytail
Your satin powder blue
The remains of the Party that believes in you
You little superstar
Don’t wonder what you are
Don’t be distracted girl, you only got
One more dance to take it home
before the wall comes tumbling down
One more dance can make or break
Give or take this whole wide world away from you
One more dance
This registration line
Like every other time
A sea of seven-stone high strung hopefuls
They all got a hard-ass coach
They all got the same approach
They all got to do it for their country
You little champion
The medals you have won
Yeah you got pretty far but now you’ve got just
One more dance to take it home
Before the wall comes tumbling on down
One more dance, it can can make or break
It’ll give or take this whole wide world from you
One more dance
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Spending afternoons flipping through mama’s old records
I’d find the covers were scary sometimes
Like, what is Kenny Loggins even doing in that hallway
And why must little John Barleycorn die?
But that didn’t stop me from digging in deeper
Believing I was making one of my own
And here I am drumming, thumbing on nickel
And singing into this here microphone
It all comes from somewhere
You didn’t get here alone
We all got the blueprint
To build ourselves a new familiar home
A producer was flipping through daddy’s old records
He pulled out Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds
Made by a composer in need of ideas
Eight decades after the Martians emerged
Dad said remember how much we loved that one
Freaking out in the parlor with the lights down low
The aliens and lettering cut through him like plasma
And he ran right back to his studio
It all comes from somewhere
You didn’t get here alone
We all got the blueprint
To build ourselves a new familiar home
This mycelium network of core inspiration
In oxidized cardboard and vinyl chloride
Is charting the future, healing and guided by
The wide eyed little one inside
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I woke up a woolly worm
Looking like something the cat coughed up
Yearning for my purple wings
Belly full of nectar and traveling the world
It’s such a long way
Making it to Z from point A but now I know
If there’s only one way I can grow
Then it’s back into the goo I go
Oh, I go, oh
Tiny strands of DNA
Holding me together as I liquify
Safe and warm but doubtful still
Fooling myself I will never make it out
It happens every day
A moment where I wonder if I’m not okay but I know
If there’s only one way I can grow
Then it’s back into the goo I go
Oh, I go, oh
Sometimes we pray to heavenly beings
Or we chase a waking dream
Other times we go looking in the extreme
But there will never be one answer
There will never be
The more you try to hold it tight
The more it slips away
There will never be one answer
There will never be
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released February 2, 2024
Packy Lundholm - all compositions, instruments, voices, engineering, mixing, mastering, except:
• Jonathan Johnson - bass, co-writer (4)
• Peter Lundholm - spoken word, pig squeal (6)