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Huckabee
02:58
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What good’s the whiskey, if you don’t see the band?
What good is Arkansas with Huckabee and Friends?
What good is livin’, if you ain’t got your love?
What good is prayin’ to the Man Up Above?
Now you ask yourself, to the table.
And you knew yourself, as Cain and Abel.
You’re lookin’ for a path to pretend,
Make love with every minute you can.
What good is Paris, if you don’t have the time?
What good’s Ed Harris, if there’s no need to rhyme?
What good is livin’ in this world, if there’s fate?
The good that you’re livin’ is the good that you’ll make.
Now you ask yourself, to the table.
And you named yourself, “Hardly Willing and Able.”
You’re sleepin’ on a couch at your friend’s.
Make love with every minute you can.
Now you ask yourself, to the table.
Now you know yourself; as willing as Gable.
You’re livin’ on a cloud in pretend,
Make love with every minute you can.
I was askin’ for a sign and you came,
Make love with every minute you can.
Make love with every minute, you can.
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2. |
Motherfuckers
03:31
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I gave my time to the city, was a cocaine pity to me (Turn and rock it),
I was a tad undercover with a back seat lover’s disease (Turn and rock it),
I turn and rock on down to the teeny town, and TV’s bound for me,
But all you other motherfuckers oughta step aside and watch me be free. (Alright)
They say the lights always twinkle at our one traffic signal, it’s true (Turn and rock it),
I turn and rock to the center and you call me a Communist Jew (Turn and rock it),
I couldn’t love you more than I love you now, with your bullet bound for me,
But all you other motherfuckers better step aside and watch me be free.
She was a young, black woman, with a barcode inked on my hand (Turn and rock it),
Now you’re consumed with my bedroom, that I call my Max Headroom, my man (Turn and rock it),
I couldn’t love you more than I love you now, with your TV bound for me,
But all you other motherfuckers oughta step aside and watch me be free.
Yeah, all you ugly motherfuckers better step aside and watch me be free.
Yeah, all you Trumpin’ motherfuckers better step aside and watch us be free.
Yeah, all you crusty motherfuckers better step aside and watch us be free.
Yeah, all you rusty motherfuckers better step aside and watch us be free.
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3. |
Brother of Mine
03:56
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You get in a fight, with natural light,
I couldn’t wait to meet you there.
It’s turning to Fall, out in the hall,
You weren’t moved by ocean air.
You’re cutting a line, it suits you fine,
Situations will unwind.
Out in the hall, brother of mine,
Brother of mine____________
I didn’t know your time was wasting on a fishing line,
I didn’t know your time was wasting on a fishing line,
I didn’t know your time was null,
But your springtime, thermal shirt shoulda let me know.
But your pock-marked hands and shirt shoulda let me know.
I’ve never seen you before.
You get into fights, in search of a life,
Away from the poison oceanaire.
Chasing a lie, head in the sky,
You were too young to say you cared.
The city is fine, it suits you fine,
Situations will unwind.
You’re out of your mind, brother of mine.
Brother of mine____________
I didn’t know your time was wasting on a fishing line,
I didn’t know your time was wasting on a fishing line,
I didn’t know your time was null,
But your pock-marked hands and shirt shoulda let me know.
I’ve never seen you before.
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4. |
Homebound
04:24
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You picked up the phonograph again,
The answer was blowin’ in your skin,
You were lonely, and only fifteen,
When you drove your mother home.
She tried and she tried and she cried,
You escaped the sad and evil John Prine,
We were halfway, and the sun began to rise,
But there was no home.
Chorus:
You’ve seen it all, so see it all today,
I would love to take your tenderness away,
‘Cause it made you far too meek and while the skies’ll be your home,
Well The Earth will surely miss you when you’re gone.
You decried the dying of the light,
But you found a simple freedom, in your Natural Light,
Well, there’s no such thing as freedom, even when you’re right,
And no one’s home.
Chorus:
You’ve seen it all, so see it all today,
I would love to take your tenderness away,
‘Cause it made you far too meek and while the skies’ll be your home,
Well The Earth will surely miss you when you’re gone.
You’ve seen it all, so see it all today,
I would love to take your tenderness away,
‘Cause it made you too damn meek and while the skies’ll be your home,
Well The Earth will surely miss you when you’re gone.
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5. |
Ah Lay Loh
02:26
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We left the world to burn and wake up in an unsuspecting town (Ah lay loh),
We turn at every turn, eternity is something we done found (Ah lay loh).
You could never imagine the restlessness,
I could never wake up from this (Oh oh oh)
You’re the beat in my heart,
And the song in my soul
Ah lay loh, Ah lay loh.
We’re tunin’ in and dropping out and turning on an unmade road (Ah lay loh),
The seas are risin’, but our time is spent just whistlin’ through the cold (Ah lay loh).
There must be a sunrise in your consciousness,
Bring your best dress and get in your co (oh oh) ove,
You’re the beat in my heart
And the song in my soul
Ah lay loh-oh-oh.
You have taken away all my restlessness,
Wakin’ up to the light in our ho (oh oh) ome,
You’re the queen of my heart,
And the song in my soul.
Ah lay loh-oh-oh.
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6. |
Up Against It
03:41
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On a Southern line, I escaped the news, I’d be lonely all my life,
When I’d wake against my bruise-d will, on a cautionary flight,
To an island off the island chain of Never Doin’ Right,
I’ve been up against it. I’ve been up against it, yeah.
On a Florida, night, was a Florida Man, who had tired of his wife,
So he held a rifle to her neck, in an after-bar room fight.
Then we run like Bo, to a nabe we know, but he wouldn’t drop the dime,
We were up against it. We’ve been up against it, y’all.
On a Southern night, was a Florida Man, who had met his future life,
And they swung beneath the yaupon trees, and the stars were shining…
But it won’t be long, ‘til the human song, goes gently in the night.
We were up against it. We are up against it now.
‘Cause the Yankees are under attack, and we ain’t down with that,
But The Slumlord just gives us away, and The Rodman feels his powers slip away.
On a starry night, we eclipsed the moon, now there’s only love in life,
Wakin’ up beside you, all is well, on our transgalactic flight,
And at eight miles high, we kissed goodbye, and froze each other’s life,
We were waitin’ to be born again,
We were waitin’ to be born again,
Always waitin’ to be born again,
We’re all waitin’ to be born again.
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Lie awake, on an endless morning,
Wide awake, in an endless plan.
No mistake, kings surround us still,
Their movements are shadows with a tan.
Fly away to an endless ocean,
Holiday in a vacant land.
No escape, from the forward motion.
Besmirchin’ the good name of The Man.
Been searching for the reason of man.
Beseeching the good word of The Man.
Been searching for the reason for man.
Where did our time go,
Where did our time go,
Where did our time go wrong?
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8. |
Legend
03:29
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You dream of tall, black Betty and the heads talkin’ on the tube,
I know that time seems steady, but the Boson is heavy too.
Wanna dim the sun and kill the shade, and dance a little more,
Wanna kiss you like an animal, and take you to the floor.
Wanna wander ‘round the centuries, with madness on our trail,
Wanna breathe into The Holy Breath, until it sends us straight to Heaven!
Ah - oooh, I married a legend, you,
One who lives through the hunger, who reflects all the sun in the sky.
Netanyahu, Robespierre and Obama, too,
Well they can’t hold a votive to the power that your love provides.
Which seems to tell me, “time, oh well,” We’ll watch as it starts to melt,
It’s not your fault, It’s just the way your heart is.
And then along came Betty, and we sat down to hear the truth,
She said that time seems steady, but the rhythm can get the blues.
Wanna scream your name above the clouds, and dance a little more,
Wanna kiss you like an atom bomb, and take off every door.
Wanna wander ‘round El Santander, con banditos estatales.
Wanna hold inside The Holy Breath, until it sends us straight to Heaven!
Ah - oooh, I married a legend, you.
One who lives through the hunger, who reflects all the sun in the sky.
Netanyahu, Robespierre and Vladimir, too,
Well they can’t hold a votive to the power that your love provides.
Ah - oooh, I married a legend, you,
One who lives through the hunger, who can fend off the solar attacks.
Fuckin’ Donahue, Billy C. and the Fonzie, too,
Well they can’t hold auditions to the power that your love attracts.
Which always whispers, “time, oh well,” We’ll laugh as it starts to melt.
It’s not your fault, It’s just the way your heart is.
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Francophile
02:28
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You were running like a Francophile,
No attention to the coats that you wear.
You were turning like a turnstyle,
No convictions at the Mar-a-Lago Fair.
You were lying on your face, I can read the dystopian hair,
But you’re keeping all your secrets, to an hour when it’s too late to care.
You knit your teeth, and gnash your wheat,
In The Season of the Bear.
You could only trace your patronage to Solomon,
And faux savoir faire,
How the things that pass for knowledge, now you understand,
Is a programmed affair.
From the side of her face,
Came a lie that would taste of despair.
But she didn’t know the answer,
‘Til the tables turned the clocks back a year.
Now you grit your teeth, and gnash your meat,
It’s The Season of the Bear.
You’re a dedicated follower of the fashioning,
Of high-powered fears,
Take up arms against an arsenal,
That is hostile to the formative years.
You delusional dolt, they can lie, they float in the air.
But you didn’t know what time it was,
Til the Flava turned the clock back a year.
You kill your wheat and gnash your teeth,
It’s The Season of the Bear.
Now you grit your teeth and stash your meat,
It’s The Season of the Bear.
You can split the trees or plant the spies,
The season never cares
It’s a two-bit thief’s dumb masterpiece,
The Season of the Bear.
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10. |
Zeptosecond
02:49
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I was too young, not to settle down,
You were too old for high school,
You were looking for a lover and you turned and walked,
Looking for a lover and we both got caught.
I’ll see about you in fall (La la lahh),
I’ll sing about you in February,
Ten thousand reasons to call,
But I don’t.
Even though there’s eternity in you,
Even one zeptosecond off won’t do,
One look in your evil (eye), I just had to laugh,
‘Cause it’s only goodness I can see in you.
I was too dumb, not to make a scene,
But you’re too young, for a dude like me.
We were looking for a lover and we turned and walked,
Looking for a lover and we both got caught.
I’ll see about you in fall (La la lahh),
I’ll sing about you in February,
Ten thousand reasons to call,
But I don’t.
Even though there’s eternity in you,
Even one zeptosecond off won’t do,
One look in your evil (eye), I just had to laugh,
‘Cause it’s only goodness I can see in you.
I’ll see about you in fall (La la la),
I’ll sing about you in February,
Ten thousand reasons to call,
But I don’t.
Even though there’s eternity in you,
Even one zeptosecond off won’t do,
One look in your evil (eye), I just had to laugh,
‘Cause it’s only goodness I can see in you.
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11. |
Keep Me Running
05:27
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Your time is sinking in your hand,
You’ve just the lonely night to wear,
You’re trying hard to understate your purposes,
Don’t go.
You turn on each and every one,
You say you’re going out to see,
The stars have never had to hide their purposes,
Don’t go.
They say it’s only vanity,
But I know, you keep me running, dear.
It’s only old man fantasy,
But I know you keep me running, dear.
You keep me away from here.
I’m playing solo you can’t hear,
The honey finds me in the cove,
I’m multiplying all the spoils they give to me,
Don’t go.
Deep in the St. Charles Sound,
A fiery island to ourselves
A thousand replicas of my girl Tiffany,
Don’t go.
They say it’s only vanity,
But I know, you keep me running, dear.
It’s only younger fantasy,
But I know you keep me running, dear.
I owe you any sanity,
But I know, you keep me running, dear.
I know it’s all in vanity,
But I know you keep me running, dear.
You keep me away from here.
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12. |
Run, My Love
07:54
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Lay down all your weapons, ye’ who bear!
The Lord above protects you if you dare,
To love each other blindly, more than anyone can bear.
Hate is just a weapon for those in pain,
So love the ones who hate you, all the same,
Drive it home and leave it there, wherever that came.
Loneliness will kick you when you’re down,
So go outside, and don’t ignore the town,
Just hold onto the ones who love you, wherever they are found.
Death will come and seem so damn surreal,
How is someone gone who was sitting just right here?
Reminds us all of the depth of love that everyone can feel.
When you’re sleeping on a mattress in the dark,
Love will find us all.
Politics is money, and money is dead,
Or if it breathes it will not fix your head,
You’d be wise to go now, searching for just ‘bout anything instead.
Love may come and try to do its part,
Or like a Greyhound bus, it may not even start
But when it’s real, and only when it’s real, then love can break your heart.
When you’re spilling all the ashes in the air, Run my love. Run my love. Run run, my love.
Living in the past is such a drag,
So I forged my name and forged another path,
After all this, time is the one damn thing that just don’t seem to last.
So I flew into the future by surprise,
Was windswept up in ever googly eyes,
An angel in a Westside girl disguise.
Truth will always find you in the end,
So make haste and get to making Truth your friend,
In your path, you’re bound to slip and fall. But run, my love. Run, my love. Run run, my love.
When you’re sailing away to the Tropic of Me,
Out of the blue, into the green!
You can’t be late honey, I’m in a dream that goes on, and on, and on.
Pack up the horses and send them away,
Out of the blue, into the grey!
We can’t be sure, they be knowing the way, but you do, you do, you do.
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Future Lives Athens, Georgia
Future Lives - An Athens spirit folk band w/ Brandon Taj Hanick (King of Prussia), John Neff (Drive-By Truckers), Nick &
Sarah Robbins, Cameron Steuart, Annie Leeth, Nicholas Mallis, Daniel Padgett & Nathan Troutman.
Spirit House - Recorded w/ Noah Georgeson (Devendra Banhardt, Joanna Newsom). Mansions - Recorded w/ Jesse Mangum (Black Kids, Elf Power) & mixed w/ John Keane (R.E.M., Vic Chesnutt)
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