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Two Feet on the Ground
01:58
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lord if i had a nickel for every time you lied
devil knows i could retire
we could start on honest ground
stay there and i'll build the pyre
i won't forget the taste in my mouth
telling some god to strike me down
and the heavy steps across the tar
down off the roof two feet on the ground
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Kicked Up Dust
02:46
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something sexy in the silence of the stacking
and watching those first embers catching
lord has no domain over the things never named
blank spaces empty faces
dirtied up doorstep and a rotten jamb
kicked up dust for a version of your straw man
no brains no memories of what may come
hope you left thinking and went with your gut
cemetery walks and bouquets of weeds
who's really the one on the leash
tethered by attraction but held back by fear
hunker my hat content staying here
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Lucky + Dumb
02:06
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i may be lucky but really i'm just dumb
though thankful hear the rattles and the hums
bless her as she watches me
behind the clouds and through the trees
i used to kick rocks down a gravel road
staring down the highway but with a wider load
i'm alone but with a roof
even the owls have flown the coop
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it's the static between the stations
reading between the lines and speaking damnation
it's the verse and the rhyme
thanking me for nothing thinking nothing is a crime
take the freak from the show
continue to be the best loser i know
can't dance to those radio songs
take it off the table 'cause it's taking too long
hard times and no good ones in sight
talking 'bout the city thinking maybe i might
pitch black and a cadillac too
lurching and i'm searching for a serious few
clean water and that jackrabbit blood
just a horse and half a gallon and i'll wait for the flood
take a turn love for the rover
path of the of the righteous getting good and grown over
two sticks can't make a tune
put them in the mailbox you'll be short of them soon
what's the word the street captains say
if you can hear them singing then we're all on our way
take a turn love for the rover
path of the righteous getting good and grown over
can't dance to those radio songs
take it off the table 'cause it's taking too long
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postcard from a prodigal son
will tell you he's staying gone
no thought for another house of cards
or a hard rock to build it on
story told of a specter by night
the streets coming open again
waters rise while you look for a fight
put your heart in the hands of a friend
meet me when the harvest comes in
i'm a fireside broken down man
singing sweet on a stone growing hymn
your time's up the storm is at hand
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New Town Lights
03:40
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camel city and new town lights
familiar place but never felt like a home
single brothers led to leaving unwed mothers
little drunk stone hairless fool and alone
dusty snow and icy roads
winds nipping at the pane
wine in bed talk of existential debt
wrapped around her tongue invading my brain
snake on a rock in my field of vision
get that boom and bust
take a swing like a man on a mission
trying to paint over the rust
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Caveman
01:49
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take a beat when the name is spoken
i'm the man that can't be broken
don't know what it means to break the boon
caveman shooting for the moon
everywhere there's air but where's the oxygen
cutting through the coin like you were boxing them
listen close to what they're all saying
you never know who might be paying
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Big Top
03:12
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my little sideshow attraction
trying real tough to get a big reaction
you're looking pretty and talking real sweet
but i'm going to sweep you up off your feet
'cause big top loving is what i need
you do your dance and you do it so well
moves like that will lead you straight to hell
come on and take me by the hand
let this devil be called your man
big top loving is what i need
meet me back up around the cages
to the story we'll write the pages
you can use all your chairs whips and chains
but this is one beast you can't tame
big top loving is what i need
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Can't Say Where or When
03:28
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nothing left out on the road that's worth seeing
thought there'd be more but i was wrong
each town looks like last feels like we're running out the past
and i'm starting to hear the same old song
i remember walking with a saint
he said keep searching friend
you will find what you are seeking
though i can't say where or when
we've all got bones behind the door
will ours fill up the room
lonely days and lonely nights will i find you
where the willows stand in bloom
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