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Forty-Five
05:56
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In ’68 she’s told another baby is coming around
In the spring of ’69 they said “your husband’s going down”
A summer morning brought a boy then almost 4 years to the day
A birthday celebration threaded with a trip to father’s grave
And only two Junes just before, at the end of any week
A seven-year-old son and brother had a heart that wouldn’t beat
Is this the end of it all
The six still had a mother, though he can’t recall her face
That’s when the memories looked like neighbors as the Beatles records played
With every window split wide open, every door neglect to close
There was this constant clear commotion from the moment he awoke
And then the older ones would stay while the younger had to leave
Now that a marriage set in motion an extraction from the scene
Is this the end of it all
Everyone would have their children, some of those would have their own
But no one’s ever much for visits or talking on the phone
And when they gathered around their mother in a bed she never made
They got one lasting long reflection
Is this the end of it all
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Are we bound to the bullshit?
Are we better than that?
Waking up to a dead set of speakers
Next to what we needed to get
I feel you breathing down
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
This stays with the morning
Settle up and then go
It’s only seven songs into fine White Denim
Up against the sun and the cold
I feel you breathing down
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
I feel you breathing down
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
Oh the lights of your eyes they glow angry
All flashing the stops
But it’s not going to keep us around
No we’ll never keep this around
Tell me love’s not sleepy
Tell me she’s awake for the curve
Simply get along for the wise night shaded
Working through the last of the nerves
I feel you breathing down
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
I feel you breathing down
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
I feel you breathing down
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
I feel you breathing down
Breathing down my neck again
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3. |
Pop Pop Pop
04:12
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When they make you say
You’re a little crazy
Tell them with a smile
Let them see your teeth
Cover up the babies
Indiscreet
Holding up your apathy
Show them for a while
Let them all move on
And it’s pop pop pop
Is it funny when the gun goes off
All you do is overstate
Turn and look away, turn and look away
With your head held high
How you love it when they step aside
Easier to make it through
Had enough for you, had enough for you
And it’s pop pop pop
Is it funny when the gun goes off
All you do is overstate
Turn and look away, turn and look away
She’s just happier when you’re gone
She’s gets happier
She’s just happier, well she’s happier
When you’re gone
When they make you say
You’re a little crazy
Tell them with a smile
And it’s pop pop pop
Is it funny when the gun goes off
All you do is overstate
Turn and look away, turn and look away
With your head held high
How you love it when they step aside
Easier to make it through
Had enough for you, had enough of you
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Back To The Moon
03:24
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Things are going to get a little weird today
A little weird today, a little weird
Things are going to get a little weird today
A little weird today, a little weird
I’m going back to the moon
I’m going back to the moon
So they don’t see what it is I do
Hold me down
In the parking lot
Where your friends hang out
Saying, “shut your mouth
No one wants to hear
When the words don’t count
You’re just a baby, I know
No one’s going to be there on your side”
Things are going to get a little weird today
A little weird today, a little off
All gets better when I’ll get away
When I’ll get away with it all
I’m coming back from the moon
When I come back from the moon
I’ll have my heart and I’ll cut loose
Hold you down
In the parking lot
Where your friends hang out
Saying, “shut your mouth
No one wants to hear
When your words don’t count
Now you’re just a baby, I know
No one’s going to be there on your side”
I’ll call it off
When the measure agrees
Sealing your mouthful of bees
Letting you know, letting you know how
I’ll call it off
When the world’s for your cause
Putting me down for the loss
I’ll let you know, I’ll let you know how
Hold me down
In the parking lot
Where your friends hang out
Saying, “shut your mouth”
No one wants to hear
When the words don’t count
You’re just a baby, I know
No one’s going to be there on your side”
Things are going to get a little weird today
A little weird today, a little weird
Things are going to get a little weird today
A little weird today, a little weird
I’m going back to the moon
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Satellites
04:20
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How you feeling now?
Wrapped up on the couch
Waiting on your soldier
To come around
How you feeling now?
Listening for the sound
Of some old fashioned angel
Rustling through your house
I can’t help you
To gather up the sparks
Put them in your heart
You’re saying
No one saves you
Those little scraps of time
Pay a bit of mind
You’re seeing satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
Satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
How you feeling now?
Absent from your mouth
One simple estimation
Can’t even leave your crown
Are you checking out?
Paving over ground
Of all the calls you made when
They didn’t even count
I can’t help you
To gather up the sparks
Put them in your heart
You’re saying
No one saves you
Those little scraps of time
Pay a bit of mind
You’re seeing satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
Why don’t you do something
Do something, do something
While you’re racking up Those tender miles
Why don’t you do something
Do something, do something
Harping on your shrinking sense of style
Tailing younger stations that you dial
Satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
Satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
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Happier Me
04:02
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Happier me
I saw the posts, I read the texts
I got the notes, I get the gist
To make a happier me
Well it all goes better
When the talk and the tone
Lay sleepy in my bedroom
A lover not prepared to
What happened to me?
I had a head, I had a heart
I paid the rent, I aced the part
Oh god, what happened to me?
Dizzy on my legs
On the pace I’m taking
Turning ugly corners
Settled in and sober
Who lined the coffin
You made it such a pretty shade
Who lined the coffin
Play a waltz for the promenade
Ain’t it amazing how the skin can fade
Who lined the coffin
Able to speak
With the words like cables
Pulling on my muscles
So hard to repeat
In the conversations
Taking over
Calling up my old world
Silhouettes and sojourns
Who lined the coffin
You made it such a pretty shade
Who lined the coffin
Play a waltz for the promenade
Ain’t it amazing how the skin just fades
Who lined the coffin
Lay down my mother
So that she’s not alone
Lay down my father
To take her back home
Who lined the coffin
You made it such a pretty shade
Who lined the coffin
Play a waltz for the promenade
Ain’t it amazing how the skin can fade
Who lined the coffin
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Change Your Mind
03:32
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My baby
Had a little talk with me
Says she doesn’t want to see
The lights of our home anymore
Needs a little space between
Cuddled up and conquering
Tell a lover what it means
‘Cause I can’t be sure
I can take a plane to the coastline
And wake in the middle
Of a brand new sunshine
Call from the other side
Leave you a message
On your voice mail sometime
Or maybe I could stay
And change your mind
Holding back
It’s deadly when a heart attacks
No better way to kill it fast
By letting your mouth in the way
Oh come on, don’t stall
I’ll keep the whole thing calm
You know I won’t believe it all
Or I’ll wilt away
I can take a plane to the coastline
And wake in the middle
Of a brand new sunshine
Call from the other side
Leave you a message
On your voice mail sometime
Or maybe I could stay
And change your mind
Change your mind
A winter gaze with that summer talk
All those days when you knew something’s wrong
But leaving it up to me
When I’m not even part of what’s going on
I can take a plane to the coastline
And wake in the middle
Of a brand new sunshine
Call from the other side
Leave you a message
On your voice mail sometime
Or make pretty sign
And hang it on a bridge
Where your car will drive by
Or maybe I could stay
And change your mind
Change your mind
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For Gold
03:41
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The remote control is easier to handle
And the A/C flow is easier to handle
And the creases of my pillow make it easier
Now the tallest man could never even stand it
Not a cursive hand wants credit for the planning
It’s a holiday to laze on pins and needles
Take me for a ride to the police
Because I want to report my missing confidence
I can look alive for the news feed
And be pretty as I’m told
While they’re tunneling, while they’re tunneling
For gold, for gold
While they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold
For gold, while they’re tunneling
Oh at night the crowds will gather in their service
Meant to disavow the fact they’re getting nervous
It’s a constant aggravation taken overboard
While the alcohol is pushing up the ante
All that self-control caught a redeye to Miami
In that Southern sun you’re under no one’s fold
I keep all my crimes on a short leash
Resurrecting outlaws for my future insolence
Maybe it’s advised to speak only
In a colorless repose
While they’re tunneling, while they’re tunneling
For gold, for gold
While they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold
For gold, while they’re tunneling, they’re tunneling for gold
For gold, while they’re tunneling for gold
I was so friendly, oh I gave good Midwestern smile
Paved by a memory of some long and modest style
Though I still can deal polite grins
There’s a tongue behind the glow
Letting them know
Letting them all move on
For gold, for gold
While they’re tunneling , they’re tunneling for gold
For gold, while they’re tunneling , they’re tunneling for gold
For gold, while they’re tunneling , they’re tunneling for gold
For gold, while they’re tunneling, tunneling for gold
For gold
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Unbelievable
04:20
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I’m unbelievable, unbelievable to you
I’m unbelievable, unbelievable to you
Stories get so tall
And were all just a bit confused
I’m unbelievable, unbelievable to you
Better take your medicine
Take your medicine with food
I’m unbelievable, unbelievable to you
There’s a tale to tell
A certified card in the mail
But you never even noticed
That it’s under your skin
You’ve got a hard-on for show
You’re so tired
Yet the company grows
You never left ‘til the morning
You never left ‘til
My heart was caught and bound
Simulate the benefits, only hitch is if you
Suddenly perceive them
Breaking up a counterfeit, only you sense it
By the way the pose is leaning
Isn’t right or wrong
It’s how long that it’s held onto
I am unbelievable, unbelievable to you
When your currency fell
You held your brand up
By my vintage lapels
Well the make-out was impressive
But it never lasts long
Another softness exposed
Get unsettled
By your mouth on my throat
You couldn’t wait ‘til the morning
You couldn’t wait ‘til the morning
I lift my head up off the pillow
Right on time
To catch that silhouette
Crossing the battle line
Undone from my fail
No words and no trail
I lay my head back on the pillow
Right on time
There’s a tale to tell
A certified card in the mail
But you never even noticed
That it’s under your skin
You’ve got a hard-on for show
You’re so tired
Yet the company grows
You never left ‘til the morning
You never left ‘til
My heart was caught and bound
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10. |
In These Shoes
04:49
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In these shoes I feel so lonely
In these shoes I’m not so lovely
I want to stand by you, girl
But there’s not a tread that moves
Me through the room
In these shoes I’m unrelated
To a boy who could walk up
And get acquainted
So much fiber and wood
I may stumble and then you’ll see
A fool and his tendencies
You’ve got to come to me
It’s the longest way to go
And it won’t get better
Tangled up inside my clothes
And it won’t get better
You’ve not seen enough to know
It won’t get better
Better than me
In these shoes I bear allegiance
To an inch that grows a mile
With every reason
I’m going to hold to my ground
Maybe I’ll end up right in your way
The perfectly planned mistake
This one’s bound to take
It’s the longest way to go
And it won’t get better
Tangled up inside my clothes
And it won’t get better
You’ve not seen enough to know
It won’t get better
Better than me
Faster crowds at faster paces
Only known to throw me off
You just float across these anxious faces
We just watch, we can only watch
It’s the longest way to go
And it won’t get better
Tangled up inside my clothes
And it won’t get better
You’ve not seen enough to know
It won’t get better
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Dickie Iowa
Dickie’s 2015 album was a moody testimonial of singer-songwriter Dick Prall. Prall took a series of losses and nestled them inside a layered mix that found Dickie on the top of several “Best of” lists. 2019 finds Prall in a nostalgic headspace, partnering with drummer/multi-instrumentalist Billy Barton to produce a stripped-back mix of reflective & pulsating sing-alongs in the latest release. ... more
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