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I've Done Worse
02:58
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I’ve done better
I’ve done worse
I’ve got things to do
before my ride inside the hearse
I’ve found ways to kill the time
I’ve found rationales for finishing the wine
Plenty of reasons to take that last pour
There’s always more up at the store
Life can get you down and kick you in the face
Your head fills up with worry
You find your dreams displaced
The spaces in your noggin
where you kept sweet memories
Are now bitter where life’s loving used to be
I’ve done better, I’ve done OK I’ve been broke,
sometimes I’ve gotten paid
I've made my choices
and I do regret a few
Just be glad you weren’t in my shoes
You may be older
but at least you aren’t dead yet
so go ahead and say the things you haven’t said yet
If your annihilation’s sticking in your craw
be glad you’ve seen the things you saw
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I’m drinking my feelings again
Drinking my feelings again
I’ll have two pints of I don’t care a shot of I don’t give a damn
Drinking my feelings again
Feelings slip on down the hatch
I’m drinking ’til they are dispatched
I’ll sip the cup of sorrow
chase it with a deep despair
Drinking ’til I’m unaware
Morning slips up from the night
I’m imbibing so i can get right
I’ll down a fifth of downcast
a nip of I miss you so
Drinking my feelings tonight
Got my emotions so lubricated
I feel so much better now i'm inebriated
I can't overstate how much I love getting faded
I’m using booze to get my moods regulated
Sometimes I get drunk, and I get choked up
Then all these feelings get soaked up
Pour me two fingers of angry tears
I’ll slam a can of you broke my heart
Drinking’s a good place to start
Drinking’s a good place to start
Drinking my feelings again
Drinking my feelings
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I walk from the shade straight to the shade
I sleep where my bed’s made
When you’re down you’re mean as hell
and you don’t treat me very well
but I know how to lay my cards down when my hand is played
I may wake up in the early morning
when the dew on leaves is slowly forming but I might go on back to bed
before a single word is said
I've been known to lay back down without a warning
I felt my enthusiasm fade
and I watched my capacities degrade
Regardless of the price I’ve paid
the things I couldn’t give away
are usually what I tried to sell or trade
I may wear you out and try your patience
I vexed you when we met and every day since
but we can pass the time each day
without too much to do or say
don’t listen when they tell you that you've wed below your station
I learned some things by simple trial and error
which things delight and which things only scare her
A patient love, precious as gold
Buddy you had better know
when to leave and when to grin and bear her
I felt my enthusiasm fade
and I’ve watched my capacities degrade
regardless of the price I’ve paid
the things I couldn’t give away
are usually what I tried to sell or trade
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Stairs
01:42
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I could have sworn I told you
don’t come stomping up those stairs past ten
‘cause I've been working plenty hard
and I should be in bed by then
After working I deserve my full 8 hours of sleep
so when you’re coming up those stairs
try not to make a peep
Don’t turn your TV up too loud so I can get a night of rest
Don’t crank up your stereo
don’t wake me up, don’t be a pest
After working I should lie and dream my dreams in peace
so don’t make a racket
I'll need 30 winks at least
I’m so tired
you might think I’d sleep through it
Just keep it down
Don't disrupt my snoozin'
As soon as my head hits the pillow I’ll be off to slumber land
so please don’t make a ruckus please just be as quiet as you can
I worked so hard I’m feeling spent
I'm terribly beat
so when you're climbing up those stairs try not to stomp your feet
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5. |
Damned Cat
03:25
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One of my cats is dying again
yeah another one
the brother of that other one
The first one he died
of old age in his sleep
then his brother got bit up
by wild dogs in the street
So he’s hanging on
but not doing too good
I can’t put him down
but I probably should
He’s been such a good friend
to me all of these years
Now he’s at his end
and he’s damp with my tears
I’m not certain how
he should go on his way
How I’ll gently dispatch him
Oh I wish he could stay
but he’s nearly expired
not at all feeling well
so it’s time to let go
and send him off to hell
Oh I guess I should mention
he was terribly bad
Just a son of a bitch
The worst cat that I've had
He was mean, he was cruel
but was nicest to me
so I've always preferred him
kept him fed and carefree
He would beat on the mice
He would stalk all the birds
Just a murderous monster
It's hard to put into words
But he’d sit on my lap
and he'd purr at my touch
Now I sound like a sap
but I've loved him so much
and now he’s damned to Hell
where he’ll suffer torment
I sure wish my cat could
feel remorse and repent
but it just isn’t in him
he’s a horrible beast
so he’s headed to Hell where one day together we’ll be
in Hell, reunited
my kitty and me
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T.B.H.A.
03:21
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Warren warned to enjoy every sandwich
not long before he passed away
Some say John said life happens while you’re making other plans
Horace said to seize the day
Now we’re out here tryin' to make some progress
On plans we made and goals set long ago
We might come up short, let's keep our chins up
Count our blessings
We’ve still got hard rows to hoe
Old Phil declared we are all insects
groping towards things terr’ble or divine
Jack closed his eyes and saw his bones thread mud in his grave
and in the end old Charlie said don’t try
My mother told me try to rise above it
when folks are mean or knock you down a peg
Those people in the world who throw up roadblocks in your way
don’t shout 'em down, move right around ‘em
stay on track, don’t let 'em in your head
It’s difficult to put it into practice
All this wise and erudite advice
Like Robert, for instance, known for poignant turns of phrase like
don’t look back and don’t think twice
It’s alright if you’re confused but hey don’t blame me
We’re all out here tryin’ to make it through
If the sun keeps rising it’s all the same to me
I’ll still contemplate, recycle and repurpose
all these sage ideas for you
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Take a photograph and keep a moment for an age
Write a book and fill the lines until you load the page
Sign a document and swear you’ll never turn your coat
Take the time to gaze upon the frenzied lines you wrote
Your words are gracing lists I’ve made of phrases not to speak
One may beat the odds but no one ever beats the grave
What’s the impetus what makes a person misbehave?
Roll the dice and find a motivation to succeed
Taken on itself and leaving those you left bereaved
Your words are gracing lists I’ve made of phrases not to speak
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8. |
The Real Deal
02:56
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There are a number of things I wanted to say
But I figured you ain’t ready to hear all that anyway
To hear those things I’d say
There are a number (count ‘em) of things I wanted to say
But I figured you ain’t ready to hear all that anyway
all those things I’d say
There are a number of things I want to do
I suppose that wouldn’t have occurred to you
There are a number of things I wanted to do
But I suppose that wouldn’t have occurred to you
There’s just one thing I want you to feel
How’s that for getting real?
There is one thing I want you to feel
How’s that for getting real?
That’s the real deal
Yeah, that’s the real deal
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9. |
Counting Heads
03:27
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We’re counting heads
It’s hard to say
just how many went adrift
how many went astray
Some of our friends went along for the ride
lots more sat back and let their talents lapse, unrealized
We do our best but one has to contemplate
how much this lifestyle is a choice, how much of it is fate
Day by day, taking it in stride
hoping we can get there trying not to compromise
Whimsically navigating barely thought-out plans
We can’t agree to unreasonable demands
Strike out on our own
consequence be damned
Last to tow the line and mostly first to lend a hand
At best a life can be imbued with personalized meaning
At worst it’s just a farce and you’re a shitty human being
Take responsibility for what it means to you
And maybe you’ll be satisfied when your last day is through
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10. |
You Couldn't Give A Care
02:24
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Our moments came
Our moments went
We've lived alone
We shared the rent
We spent a lot of our time apart
So close but so distant right from the start
There was a window
you could’ve crawled though it
I’d have been happy
to wake up
to find you lying there
But you kept on moving
You must have known by then - you couldn’t give a care
We tried and failed
Mostly we got along
We shared some meals
We shared some songs
Some times were good
Some times were bleak
I pray The Lord
our souls to keep
There was a window
you could’ve crawled though it
I’d have been happy
just to wake up
and find you lying there
You kept going
I should have known by then - you couldn’t give a care
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Clark Albert Blomquist of The Kingsbury Manx, Spider Bags,
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