1. |
Day Follows Day
03:17
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Spring
And the leaves are in the trees
Oh but I
Remain Wintry
Hunched
At my desk I type away
As day follows day
Soft
Is the voice that tells me
To go out
And see what there is to see
For
Haven't I seen it all before
As day follows day
But look
At the birds in the sky you tell me
But look
Even the birds seek shade
I say
The only month worse than May
Is June
Cruel, cruel June
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2. |
Russian
02:01
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It's so hard in this economy
To get a job
With a pension and benefits
Or a Key West retirement
Why not
Why not
What's the point of workin
If I don't ever get to stop
Everything I'm qualified to do
Rips somebody off
Why not
Why not
Why not help a Russian
Run a ticket scam
Why not sell my fingers
To this distant man
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3. |
Trusted
02:39
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4. |
Joy
01:34
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Joy
Joy is not what you give
To me
I can't believe that people
Act
Act so evilly
Like they were in a sitcom
So
I'll run away from you
In the night to
Be finally free
Joy
Joy it needn't have been
This way
You screwed yourself.
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5. |
Die
02:19
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Through tall grasses
It pursues its prey
Feeling young
And alive
As the blood flows free
But why
It's not hungry
It's just cold
Blooded murder
Innocents
Rounded up
In its maw
And I'm
I'm so alone
And so weak
Sick and feeble
It's time
To get ready
I hear it
Coming
Slowly
Slowly
Slowly
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Crawford Smith Flagstaff, Arizona
Moved to Austin in hope of finding that sense of cowboy authenticity. Still a fake cowboy. Now in Flagstaff, still fake.
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