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Ostern
02:19
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Centurion
03:14
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Im flying
On my roman commander
Cutting air cuts my face
And whose skin is this
And whose neighborhood?
Where’s my ma
Where are my sisters
Where’s my pa
Where’s my baby
Im flying
On my roman commander
Just like that night when we snuck out
And lay by the creek so sweet for hours
For hours in poison ivy
Now I’ve got that itch
Ive got it back
And it feels, it feels so good to burn it
In scalding water or with reckless cycling
Im flying
On my roman commander
Im flying to see you
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Fourth Of July
05:08
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Whats that? Is that a bald eagle
No that’s a crow who stole an egg
On the Fourth of July
Lets go swimming in the river its hot as hell
But I hear thunder
I am nine years old in line for breast stroke
I am running to dad’s car
No I am here, I am 25
I don’t have 20 minutes for your bullshit
Phone and keys are in my sneaker
Behind a pine I am a streaker
My friends are smiling underwater
I jump the bank a lanky otter
I am looking at water hitting water
And I am the rock, I am the eddy
I am my roommates in love
I am blackberry jelly
I am the weir, I am the spillway
We are singing drinking at the dam
I am a cartoon Callahan
I am the man getting struck by lighting
Huddled under the tire sculptors tarp we are laughing and breathing hard
My knee is bloody from scrambling out
The rain finally quit and we all split an elephant ear
And I went and talked to you for the first time in at least a year
You were surprised and I felt bad
Your mom said I was a ghost back from the dead
And I didn’t quite know how to respond to that
Looking at your art on a table
Cause im not a ghost
And I aint dead
I am a crow who stole an egg
On the 4th of July
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Mill
03:47
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The path is covered in glass
Where the millworkers buried all their trash
But the river bends to a pool
It is deep you can jump it is cool
The paramedics and ranger were blasé
The guy who fell he could walk he seemed ok
But everything got so dark and we are dying
Somewhere out of sight that damn chainsaw’s still trying to rip us out
I’m gonna do you dirty, im falling hard
Im gonna do you dirty
Fuck the government, you should punish it
Count the rings in there, watch me sinking there
What’s the problem then? That you feel so bad
That you started it? Or was it your Dad?
What’s the problem man?
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Acts 9:3
05:09
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I laid stones ready to strike any predator
Who came sniffing in the night
But I hear the birds and see the stones,
Glad that none were needed as I slept
Today im walking towards Damascus
Yeah I’m walking towards Damascus
My body’s weary and my heart is too
Ive had no revelations in the wilderness
Though I did take a surprise shit while
Leaning off of a ridge
And was struck by the beauty and comedy
Of attempting to exist
But that light fades and I pound the dirt
I climb a hill I surrender a hill I eat a honeybun in a motel room
Today im walking towards Damascus
Yeah im walking towards Damascus
Jesus finally came to me at a crossing
The sun reflecting off his immaculate ram
Blinded I said hello
As he took two beers from a cooler in the bed
Cracked em open on the tailgate, spit out his dip
Handed one to me and I took a sip
The cold carbonation and alcohol and his conversation
Was such a comfort to me
Dirty and eating tuna from a bag
I wanna make it to Damascus
He smiled, gun on his hip
Offered me an oxycodone and he split
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Pretty Saro
01:09
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New Leicester
06:09
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Watching the beautiful girlfriends get ready for the party
In the only bathroom of your small house is a precious thing
I accept the tequila as guest and flip through your bookshelf
Tonight our friends will be married
Tonight they will be
And Patton avenue is congested with red lights from here to new Leicester
I drink too much, I sing too loud at the moth light
And I feel alone again as I watch maid and officiant dance so sweet
Gotta get out gotta talk to my old friends
I may not see them tomorrow and I love them
Gonna get out of this hostel
Gonna go back home
Gonna go back to the rat’s nest, like Emmy said
She said all I gotta do is go to sleep
Go to sleep on an innertube
Giving myself to it
Giving myself to all that is beautiful and itll do the rest
And with hindsight she said
Existential confusion reads as joy
So im floating, oh im floating
Could you pass me a beer
Oh no it fell in the river
Hey man that’s all right good night
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