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In this new day I cherish close the memories we have shared
And looking forward to new light, I’m thankful for your care
That you showed then and still show now, I beg you open up
‘Cause if it’s only meant for me, your love is not enough
In that parabolic view of the city, you held me and we looked out:
the ballpark, the federal courthouse, and our hotel, the river flowing south
Lunchtime no recall, but dinner one hotdog; McGwire late launched one close –
Passed around the section, the ball coming our way was something I’d always hold
But juicing was outed, we learned more about it; took six years to reconcile
While life kept on moving, the wrong in the open was something we knew couldn’t stand:
How many years later has Dred Scott been waiting? this country still awaits its trial –
If you saw that cheating then how is it fleeting, and why aren’t you against it now?
In this new day I cherish close the memories we have shared
And looking forward to new light, I’m thankful for your care
That you showed then and still show now, I beg you open up
‘Cause if it’s only meant for me, your love is not enough
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Call
04:02
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If I called you Woodrow, would you still remember?
I know it’s been a while
Do you ever feel lonely? You haven’t dreamed in a month
Your heart is set in stone
A buzzing green cloud of grasshoppers came and blocked out the sky
And when they left there were holes in our clothes
You handled everything for us, but what I need
Would you let me sing to you Woodrow?
I know you would mind, but I’d still like to
And I call on you Woodrow. I see myself in your eyes
It’s only my reflection
Do you ever feel lonely?
Though I sing this song to you, I know you won’t hear it
A strong and silent type–a man of few words
Does it ever come back to haunt you? Because I will haunt you
One last leg for me to stand on, I need you now more than ever
I have followed you for so long, I’ll have to leave you with this song
Now I call on you Woodrow. The news is laying on your shoulder
Will you finally see him?
Do you still feel lonely? When you look out at the sun
I know you’ll think of me
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Drama
04:11
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I don’t crave drama
but now it’s been brought to us, I won’t be prude
I don’t make violence
but if your gun keep shootin, what’s there to do?
I don’t hate silence
but if it’s at your choosin, this scream’s good too
Because all I’ve got is time
When you won’t listen, when you won’t change
Because you won’t listen
All I’ve got is time
If you’re still pissin in the wind back on yourself
Because you won’t listen
It’s a slow trauma
but with no lean into it, it will not move
I don’t know mama
and there’s a lot more to it, but how good is proof?
I don’t crave drama
but if that’s where we’re moving, please don’t be prude
Because all I’ve got is time
When there’s no system, system in place
One to make you listen
All I’ve got is time
If you’re still wishin for your normal days —
keepin your othered wishin
It’s all contortion
Until you're brought down from it, and live the view
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Atlases
04:24
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Building his own bridges
Drawing lines on atlases
Trying to start fire
Where there is none
Mississippi River
More than he could ever drink
The same road as his grandparents
Toward some old meat factory
Highways that converge again
Long term island in a lake
Writing ink and cutting boards
Bridges built halfway through
Building a new home again
Drawing lines on atlases
Trying to start fire
Where there is none
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Buy
03:49
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The man said to connect it all
So we’ve opened the whole thing — it’s for you
If it’s too bright we can dim the sun — it’s your worth’s right to block the blues
and anything you want, it’s no big deal
and anyone upsets you — they’re not real…
in this town…
There’s no consequences, it’s all open endings, you’re not beholden to the past
You just keep it moving, ain’t no time for losing, and all you gotta do is buy
Walking across nations maybe yet
I got my own TV set
If I had the time I don’t think I’d
Give you any piece of mine
There’s no consequences, it’s all open endings, you’re not beholden to the past
You just keep it moving, ain’t no time for losing, and all you gotta do is buy
There’s no consequences, it’s all open endings, you’re not beholden to the facts
Vibes are always vibing, someone else is driving; you can recharge, you can relax
and buy
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Citrus King
03:39
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Once it felt so good that you might not believe —
the day I was the citrus king
Once things moved so fluid, each step itself a dream — the royal court and cypress knees
Once were all there was, sliced apart from anything — a glimpse through a clementine
Darkest winter damned, carried by the breeze — the reign of the citrus king
And as we moved from face to face
Imbibing in each new found space
Hand in hand with citrus queen
We ride the wave to days unseen
Once things moved so fluid, each step itself a dream — the royal court and cypress knees
Darkest winter damned, carried by the breeze — the reign of the citrus king
From overhead, from all around
Darkness took in its new ground
Zooming through parading streets
Finding cover under every beat
And as the bands, they reached their high —
Wagons jumped and feet told time —
It began to sink asunder
Every plot laid was in that number
Crowns laid down premature
Darkest winter we surrender
Once it felt so good that you might not believe —
the day I was the citrus king
Once were all there was, sliced apart from anything — a glimpse through a clementine
We won’t face days sweet so soon
Memories sour with each new moon
Says good night to us below:
All dead beans from lemon glow
Once it felt so good that you might not believe —
the day I was the citrus king
Once things moved so fluid, each step itself a dream — the royal court and cypress knees
Once were all there was, sliced apart from anything — a glimpse through a clementine
Darkest winter damned, carried by the breeze — the reign of the citrus king
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Buffalo skinner, master of my tools, speak to me how I understand
Great plains melody, dust bowl is choking (me), but I’m seeking salvation by my own words
Sirens and fireworks like gunshots in movies that I’ve already seen… that I have already seen
My Hooversville is so hot tonight–I’m itching to write something, to make something right
Are you in the air?
Give me some words for this moment now
I hope you surround
The people that should know you now
My heart is on my sleeve
If you’re in the air I’ll believe
Sleeping outside again it’s so hot tonight– my insides are bold and bright
A simple song with simple words I hope you hear exactly what I mean, what I want you to understand
I have the same machine, but I don’t play as clean. I still haven’t killed anyone, fascists have all but won
My communist troubadour my willcall from far away, writing for magazines, waiting for relief
Are you in the air?
Give me some words for this moment now
I hope you surround
The people that should know you now
My heart is on my sleeve
If you’re in the air I’ll believe
Overlapping vocals:
The rain will baptize us of words from those I do not trust
The lakes and rivers will flood but by my hands I’ll build a damn
For you I’ll try and know that I could mean exactly what I say
If I am heard I’ll know that I have made something and I hope that:
You are in the air
Give me some words for this moment now
I hope you surround
The people that should know you now
My heart is on my sleeve
If you’re in the air I’ll believe
Second Vocals:
I’m not sure what I’m doing here
Friends killed across the hemispheres
Are now state-sanctioned here at home
But don’t turn off that metronome
You’d think yourself in a nightmare
Tied down with HD in a chair
Hearing names who i have sung of before,
Who I’ve been burned by before!
And they don’t dissipate
While loved ones fully can spew hate
As we take up six-strings again
With child militias moving in
Then there’s all of this new heat
That turns each one of us to meat
Can't even look to stars above –
The sky’s on fire where they come from
The red scare has returned again
While we’re supposed to all join hands
When the land ain’t mine and only yours
And Gulfstream water temperatures
Promise the flood to our neighbors –
Yeah fuck the fog if you’ve got yours!
This land’s deranged, has lost its mind
And no one cares just what it’s worth to just survive!
You want my two cents? Pocket them and all the more you come across
Until you have enough of them to invest in the deconstruct
That shares that wheat with big and small – this land is ours, after all!
We bleed the blood of gold beyond; this ribbon’s ripped, we have been robbed!
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Field Dreams
02:26
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Up front with you always, but I’d rather be behind
Everything it is you breathe about, whatever’s on your mind
At the counter with you I feel we could sell the world
So forgive me if I linger on what they can’t see unfurl
Locked tight like a secret, faces that we show the rest
Are robotic, preconfigured, existence surreal at best
Goblins chomping at the bits and pitfalls always rise
But in between the hells I find a peace deep in your eyes I can catch from time to time and stay awhile
I would chase a lifetime of your lavender field dreams, with a hate they make for cowboys and whatever it’s you please
Purple patch to play in, catch each springtime by surprise; if these songs don’t pay the bills to get there, I’ll give it all my life just to see what you and me get into, if you want me
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Wumbo New Orleans, Louisiana
Barking back at traditional narratives and assumptions about the American South and its music.
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