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February
03:47
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Got a shotgun full of blues
A shot glass with no booze
got holes in my skate shoes
and frayed laces on my boots
and the tired's creeping in I can feel it in my bones
like this dried out february colorado cold
and late nights we go cruise
trying to feel something new
searching for some good news
cuz ever since I've been back
I can't seem to relight my fuse
got a new job with my friends
I'm sure grateful for it
I don't enjoy working
but I like idle hands even less
and I had a bank account but I spent all of it
on my oldest nemesis my coping mechanisms
how do we cope with all this destruction?
In ourselves, in our world, in each other
piled high are dead memories of my relations
didn't know we could commit murder with isolation
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NDN Horse
01:47
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His home, taken away, by christianity and whiskey
shivering in grandma's frozen hands, he was taken away from his home
there was not light where he went
though they evoked the lord's name
devouring children's spirits
parasitic predators, preying on their pain
fly fly away little Ojibwe, bury your troubles under the ice
remember everything that grandma taught you and don't mind the terrors at night
fly fly away little Ojibwe, you've got the gift of sight
when you're playing the game you can be miles away and your future looks so bright
a new home, at least for now, he still has to prove himself
at least he's got a family, but it's still the 60s
he has a chance that none may get
so much pressure not to waste it
but the papers and the players won't let him in
he can't escape being the "rampaging redskin"
fly fly away little Ojibwe because trust is hard to find
and there aint no place for an indian horse except alone inside of a pint
fly fly away little Ojibwe, oh leave it all behind
If I was you, I'd do the same thing too, native kids don't get normal lives
fly fly away little Ojibwe resolution I hope you find
demons come disguised as servants of god I only wish you peace of mind
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3. |
Mosquito
02:52
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I tried to say hello, but you weren't responsive
I heard your voice on the phone, but you couldn't talk and
the nurse was so helpful, may creator bless her heart
now all I can do is remember you with my art
and it's really just not worth the loss
too little too late on my part
frozen in fear, not sure what of
watching and waiting for the news that you're gone
taking for granted that you would always be around
there's a lesson here in putting off reaching out
vulnerability is scary, but the only thing worse is
loosing your chance to be vulnerable with that person
I wish I could go back to watching hand games in that gymnasium
or when you'd call us on the phone while my mom cooked bacon
these precious memories that I'll never forget
I wish I could've known you as an adult and now I regret
sometimes it feels like that's the only feeling I live with
regret for things I didn't do and things that I did
but the things I didn't do hurt so much more
so much procrastination, but what was it all for?
so now I'm on my knees praying desperately
that we won't have to be saying rest in peace
maybe it was greedy of me, asking you to see 99
but how else was I supposed to make up for lost time?
I wanted to come see you once the pandemic was gone
but I didn't want it have to be on a headstone
either way I knew you would welcome me home
if not in this live, then in the next one
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4. |
Raccoon Pit
05:00
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Well I thought I had it all figured out at first but
life has a way of throwing a wrench in the works
sometimes it's okay to throw it in reverse but
don't lose faith when the road make you swerve
but some days I just feel like I lost my nerve and
the tears got my vision twisted and blurred
if you don't have it planned out then it might not pan out
destination with no map could leave you're ass stranded out
like I'm on the way, I'm just a little lost
had to take a detour now the tank's almost gone
when you get convinced you are defective
trusting you have the right to exist is the objective
so I pray everyday except when I forget and
only recently did I believe someone was listening
woah-oh-oh
(and it's my) my way of life
(to be up) up late at night
(just throwing) myself a party
(and rolling) around in all my garbage
So I'm watching the world but still feel like I'm missing it
I see what's going on but I ain't really living it
I know the only way to really learn is through experience
so if you're feeling out of touch with everything I'm feeling it
too cuz when the day is done
I don't really want to be a person
for the rest of the night, this any way to live my life?
Do I even have a choice at this point? I just might say
"fuck it all" quit my job and break my lease
let my dog off her leash, worn out shoes on my feet
and we'll walk until the end of the concrete
keep on going till I find something that sends me
falling back in love with creation again
reignite the flame of my relationship with
my own imagination and my own fascination
with the beauty and the magic of the world we live in
like Grandma's backyard when I was a little kid
dirt in my pockets, crawling with the earwigs
I could turn over a rock
and make a hundred new friends
but you'll never paint a rainbow if you just use black and white
you'll never find yourself if you're fucked up every night
never love with all your heart if your mind is shut tight
and you'll never ever grow if you're not willing to fight
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5. |
The Tale of Chef Scooty
03:57
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Everybody sit the fuck down, and listen to me
gonna tell ya the tale of Chef Scooty
He could whip up a meal that would make your taste buds dance
or paint you a picture so damn beautiful you'd cry and shit your pants
an old punk rocker who loves comic books and horror movies
you can find him in the back of the show just nodding approvingly
one place we worked together was like a black hole
please don't sue me for slander (redacted)
the owner was a drunk and the bartender was a creep
but drinks were half price for workers in this spiritual toilet bowl
so after closing down the kitchen that's where everyone would reconvene
one night Chef Scooty was at the bar
with a comic book and a PBR
when in walked, Dickhead Fuckface McGee
Now Dickhead was over his limit at that point
but it didn't matter in this particular joint
as he stumbled his way on over to Chef Scooty
He asked the chef for a cigarette,
to which he replied,"I only got one left,
but I'm sure if you ask the bar they'll do you right"
Dickhead didn't like the response he got
so with a burp and without a second thought,
he asked Scooty if he wanted to step outside
Chef Scooty was not a violent man
so he blew Dickhead off without a second glance
grabbed his coat and stepped out to have his last smoke
but dickhead didn't take well to being ignored,
so he flipped a bird and said "up yours!"
and followed Scooty out, ready to go
So there they were, Chef Scooty just trying to enjoy a quiet night after work and Dickhead in a drunken rage over nothing.
No sooner did Scooty get a light
than did Dickhead square up for a fight
"alright fine!" he said,"first hit's all you."
Dickhead threw his best uppercut
but it landed short, hit Scooty's gut
and he realized he was now covered in Scooty's puke!
Filled with horror, shock and woe
Dickhead sprinted his way home
all Scooty said was,
"eh. what are ya gonna do?"
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Raccoon Pit Fort Collins, Colorado
CO Punk Rock!
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