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So many records and not enough time
To figure out which yours and which are mine
It's just a matter of time
So many places that I can't go
All of these friends that I can no longer know
That's how it goes when you go
So if you want it you can have it
You can have it all
But if you leave me, do me a favor
Don't leave a thing behind
I got your dog and he's sitting here
The one we named after your favorite beer
It's just a little bit weird
You said forever but here we are
I try to hide but underneath I’m scarred
You really did a number on me
So if you want it you can have it
You can have it all
But if you leave me, do me a favor
Don't leave a thing behind
I’m writing this desperate message
On paper your mother paid for
It’s torture to be left here only half alone, half alone
So if you want it you can have it
You can have it all
But if you leave me, do me a favor
Don't leave a thing behind
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Mother Hen
03:27
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Mother hen they’ve done it again
They done it again like I knew they would
Mother hen they’ve done it again
They done it again like I told ya
The chickens infested the sheep with lice
Till they thought they were led by hawks
And puppies were sent to the rainbow bridge
They just thought they were going on a walk
Chickens keep talking the talk
Mother hen they’ve done it again
They done it again like I knew they would
Mother hen they’ve done it again
They done it again like I told ya
The pigs cried wolf till blue in the face
While they raided the ammo box
They flew the flag of our disgrace
And cut off all the locks
Cameras on every block
But oooh the rooster’s got it easy
Oooh he’s just watching the clock count down
Cows gone dry and the water’s high
And there’s nothing we can do
Horses sway in a dangerous way
And it’s all the same to you
Which way down will you choose?
Mother hen they’ve done it again
They done it again like I knew they would
Mother hen they’ve done it again
They done it again like I told ya
Like I told ya
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Mission Accomplished
03:36
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Well your back’s against the wall
No one left to take the fall for you
So you send kids off to die
On another lie they go
They have to
The brown ones and the poor
The ones with nothing more to give
You’ll take them
And blow them all away
While all your friends get paid and you play
Another round
And I know I’ve seen this before
It was not that long ago
We all know how this movie goes
The never ending show, oh
The mothers on your lawn
Were little more than pawns to you
And the boys who make it home
You’ll leave them on their own to die
by their own hand
And I know I’ve seen this before
It was not very long ago
We all know how this movie goes
It’s the never ending show, whoa, oh.
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Sometimes Sometimes
04:45
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Sometimes I feel okay
Sometimes I throw it all away
Sometimes I’m right on top
Sometimes I wish it all would stop
It’s been some time since time was mine
And I could spend it on my mind
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting on my Jesus
Every morning reading
Motorcycle Maintenance
A couple tabs of acid
Staring through Da Vinci
Blankets in the tall grass
Digging for the meaning
Looking all around
Sometimes I feel so free
Sometimes I can’t get on my feet
Maybe it’s not just me
But sometimes that’s so hard to see
The clarity rising from my pain
Knowing that I can’t stop this train
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting on my Jesus
Every morning reading
Motorcycle Maintenance
A couple tabs of acid
Staring through Da Vinci
Blankets in the tall grass
Digging for the meaning
Looking all around
All we can count on is today
So many more for you I pray
Waiting for the sunrise
Waiting on my Jesus
Every morning reading
Motorcycle Maintenance
Dinner with some old friends
Walking through the garden
Frisbee in the backyard
Calling my old teachers
Movies at the old mall
3-D at the new one
Hooky at the ballgame
Smoking in some doorway
A couple tabs of acid
Staring through Da Vinci
Blankets in the tall grass
Digging for the meaning
Looking all around
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Louisville
02:57
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The Unheard
03:20
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F-150 with a punisher sticker
Blue stripe on the side
Crew cut proud boy with an open carry
Tattooed in white pride
He’s licensed to kill
And you’re paying his bills
Murder victims fit the perp’s description
Don’t even ask their name
In the smoldering eye of his itching pistol
They all look the same
A hammer needs a nail
And a young black male
Is asking for it just walking down the street
I watched a lynching today
From the comfort of my home
My friends live every day
In a fear I’ll never know
I’ll never know I’ll never know
But listen to their words
Make way for the voice of the unheard
Complements like white smoke signals
Giving away the tell
Like "he was so articulate "
And "you can see she dressed so well"
It makes their lives
Feel justified
Internalized the training of
400 years of hate
It's baked into our consciousness
We can’t even relate
It’s the little things
That pull the strings
That keep system running like it does
I watched a lynching today
From the comfort of my phone
My friends live every day
In a fear I’ll never know
I’ll never know I’ll never know
But listen to their words
Listen to the voice of the unheard
Unheard
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The Ghost
04:52
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Flickering light I haven’t seen
since I was about seventeen
You don’t know what you miss the most
Until you’re visited by the ghost
Cigarettes and sticky tack
Holding up glowing stars in your Pontiac
I felt so alive in the bright and quiet snow
Now I’m riding with the ghost
It’s a gift I don’t know how to use
It’s a path to somewhere I can’t choose
I’m taking steps but it doesn’t show
Blame it on the ghost
Was it ever really there
Was the deal you made ever fair
The dogs are growling and I don’t know
It's probably the ghost
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Talkin' To Myself
02:29
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Call me antifa
Call me what you will
Call me a bleeding heart pussy
With the power to kill
You can call me anything you like
If it gives you a thrill
I quit talking to myself
I'll leave the labels to you
I just quit talking to myself
Ahh, if only you took one minute to pick my worried mind
My worried mind
You better smoke em
While you got em here
You better write yourself a five year plan
For the next 20 years
Because the people have spoken and they,
They got the time for you
I quit talking to myself
I'll get stronger in time
I just quit talking to myself
Ahh, time has come to remind ourelves
Whose side we're really on
Really on
And I say,
Who do you work for, who do you serve?
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Thanksgivings Day
03:24
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Big ol empty highway
Aluminum foil sky
Feeling some weirdly kinda weird and
So many reasons why
I know we’re in trouble
And more trouble's on the way
You might hate it but at least we made it
To thanksgivings day
Ain’t too many options
To get your talking to
Coffee in the driveway
Is the best that we can do
Ain't no one on the couch to bitch and moan
when there’s a flag thrown on the play
I ain’t elated but at least we made it
To thanksgivings day
Now I thank the lord or whomever
That I can still sing me a song
And I got all ten of my fingers
So I’ll keep pickin right along, pick on
Sippin on a sandwich
Chewin on my beer
Wishin all my friends and mothers
Could be with me here
I know it sure is a tough one
But we’ll get by just okay
Don’t forsake it this is how we make it
To next thanksgivings day
Don’t debate it this is how we make it
To next thanksgivings day
I sure would love to see you
On next thanksgivings day
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Hypnotized
06:04
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Farmland on the highway
Littered with signs
Saying Jesus gonna leave your sinning soul behind
And a man up on the TV
I guess he was a preacher man
He said "buy up all my gruel, the end is coming soon"
Now if you want you can believe anything that you see anytime
And give away your life
It happens all the time
And if you think that you will be on the side of some truth they all hide
Well now you're in too deep
You're walking in your sleep
They got you hypnotized
You think medicine is sickness
Chemtrails paint the sky
You can get to the edge of the world in just a boat ride
And a government of lizards, all chugging adrenachrome
Are gonna make you take the law into your own hands now
Now if you want you can believe anything that you see online
And give away your life
You know it happens all the time
And if you think that you will be on the side of some truth they all hide
Well now you're in too deep
You're talking in your sleep
They got you hypnotized
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Hold On
03:58
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It’s about as bad as its ever been
At least in recent memory
It’s ’18 and ‘68 and ‘29
At the same time
Pain and anger from my brothers
Sisters losing their families
The sickness comes in many forms
You can’t always see
The light is dim and it's fading fast
Spiritual compass spinning round and round and round
Nobody here to ask for directions
But there’s only one way to turn
Hold on to each other
Hold on, it’s all we got left
Hold on if for no other reason
Than to be someone to hold onto
The only way out is through
Time to survey the damage
Trees uprooted from the ground
You thought it could not happen here
But look, now it’s all around
Time is a foregone illusion
Up is down and wrong is right
Disaster keeps your bed spinning
By the cold cold touchscreen light
When it looks like there’s no way out
When you lose sight of you
When it feels like this day could be the last
One last thing is true
Hold on to each other
Hold on it’s all we got left
Hold on if for no other reason
Than to be someone to hold onto
The only way out is through
And the only thing left to do
Is to be someone to hold onto
Hold on to each other
Hold on it’s all we got left
Hold on if for no other reason
Than to be someone to hold onto
And the only way out is through
You know there's only one thing left that we can do
Is to be someone to hold onto
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Packy Lundholm Chicago, Illinois
Chicago musician/producer/songwriter occasionally makes his own records and puts 'em right here
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