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jens
03:21
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Awakened conscious / To find eternity
You left your prior life and friends.
Toulouse did care, for to lose you meant
that art and jokes had lost to Ishmael
I'd been gone some months and
when i'd visit i saw you skinny and withdrawn.
I didn't understand. It made me nervous
I went with Mike towards eastern country side.
Your one free day so we could talk with you.
Followed your van to some remote place
past hills and dogs to find out where you are,
and had this world turned you.
They sat us down, your 6 foot "friends",
they talked of 12 tribes. i saw all the kids.
I tried not to get mad, but I gave up on that quick.
We walked outside, a distance from them all,
looked over hills and talked of the new you.
whose love was bathed in judgement of us all.
All we have is our struggle. I hope you understand.
and to our world, you come back soon.
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in real terms, between us, not space,
a simple small thing, to calm us down
something would be great.
i questioned, whats the chance
we'd see something that we couldn't believe and
and how it'd change our lives.
in passing
on a train over years
we live in passing
aware,
but just passing
the next move is always near to rely on
statistics
and muesli mix
a girl who loves fully
i keep up
with people. i care.
not places.
action gets re-cor-ded
so i remember i held on.
how're you going to live with yourself, now that its gone
how're you going to try for whats worth, now that its done
a short hand definition of a life spent posturing
how're you going to live with yourself, now that its gone
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i sit on my words
02:40
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i sit on my words
as i think about
the past two months.
how in that time
mom's returning ills,
and passing partner.
packing a home.
how time never feels constant,
it spikes and slows at will
till you see its past you
before it reappears.
and nothing that someone says
will change the change it brings
as i get off these words now and
keep on wandering.
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sweet talkin
04:13
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i've been sweet talking all your friends for a year
i've been trying harding to play it cool
but in the middle of the night i see you
creep in to my dreams and I don't want to see you.
its four and i, still lost in my head,
fake sleep walk to the door. i don't want to see you.
i've been doing fine i think, a busy ant and his ways.
i've been good and distracted, and helping out where i can.
but in the middle of the night i see you
creep in to my dreams and I don't want to see you.
i've taken my chances, written my thoughts for you
i've come on over, i've shut me off.
i've righted most wrong moves, most ones i'm aware of
i'm good at forgiving, just not with myself.
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dollar in your pocket
02:45
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DOLLAR IN YOUR POCKET
and thinking that'll stop it.
We see it all over you
and we can see you're seeing too
a pretty cynical song
you're trying to impress upon
a killer act on tv
a country boy killed overseas
.....
tell us all your big plans
lie the best you think can
make us make believe you
can think outside yourself
........
Dollar in your pocket
the rights you think it gives you
the centless lives you prey on
the empty side that prays on.
its not that we all hate you.
its just that we see through you.
and know we'll never buy it
not anything about you
---
we are all transgender queers
impoverished muslim africans
hispanic single pregnant moms
and on and on and on
working class and rust belted
inner city stop and frisked
eco woke indigenous
and on and on and on
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Who can we blame, Who can we reach,
Things were not great, and he arrived this week
My friends are scared, Red eyes from weep,
Lives tense with rage and disbelief.
Its hard to love when you are targeted
Its hard to feel proud of this place
give the benefit of doubt, while being detained
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longview time
03:15
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I got time + Long view chorus
( see longview below for original song's words )
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18 hour days
and 18 hour nights
putting up a fight
devised devices prey ( watch your eyes now )
is all this work for best?
has go getting gotten you?
but how else can we fight,
i keep busy too too too too too
something on the tip of my tongue
it'd be absurd if it weren't so tragic
community means everything to me
but we're split in stupid ways
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jumpy
01:50
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baked in the crust
02:09
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new old beat
01:22
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she's all around
06:05
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14. |
jens ( bass line )
01:28
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the longview
02:09
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the falling leaves are showering.
the browns and reds, they clinch their teeth
before they hit, they reminisce
and long for structure while they float.
quotidian thoughts machine.
they're trying to make a man of me.
we hold swaying umbrella tops
made heavy by relentless rain.
and though i might try to i can't see the longview,
i'm so tired of moving from the people that i love.
when "i want most is not to be
dependent on one who might try to do me in"
becomes part of my routine
i check for cases that suit my onwards
carry. me, I am the breezy
lives used to quick leaves and waits,
walking past ports while fumbling
my hands and words who try to meet.
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22. |
gitana gitar
01:37
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23. |
rattlely gitar
00:52
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25. |
somebody else's time
01:19
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26. |
lately
01:55
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27. |
keys and keys
00:56
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The Interest Kills Austin, Texas
austin band from
the early/mid 00s.
argentina + texas
brothers harmonizing
migrant rock vs neoliberalism
myspace.com/theinterestkills
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