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Goon Glang
03:56
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I collapsed on Rue Coloniale and wondered what to do
So I took a hint from the weeds and sat next to my stoop
Agoraphobia ain't no job, it's a calling
A calling to spend two hours a day staring at wainscotting.
If there's one thing that stays true in these modern times
It's amazing what you can do with your mind
Put your thoughts through a sieve for your security
Or quickly remedy your chronic lack of company
This is a weird fuckin' verse
This is a verse about one David Himillsy Dodd resident of May's Landing NJ in his attempt to be the first person to bike the Chesapeake Bay-Bridge tunnel. But early on he encountered a problem: to have a goal required an objective, an objective required an object and he did not wish to engage in the process of reification with one of the most important taxpayer-funded transit arterials of the Delmarva Peninsula region.
Undaunted, he left his home outside May's Landing, NJ, cycled down the turnpike, crossed the Delaware Memorial Bridge south of Philadelphia, crossed the entirety of the great state of Delaware and arrived at the entrance of the aforementioned bridge-tunnel complex which was originally designed to provide an efficient trucking route from the Norfolk-Hampton Roads metropolitan area to points north of the Delaware Valley while avoiding the congestion that characterizes the Baltimore-Washington conurbation but which has instead led to the creation of a number of bedroom communities in the southern portion of the Virginia peninsula.
Was it like
something taken
rarely given
but in trust?
Or was
It more like
an exchange
between
two equal
parties
what was
the nature?
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2. |
Slipstream
02:53
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I am operating the machine.
I am operating the machine.
I am wearing my
I am operating the machine
glasses. I am operating the machine.
I am operating the machine.
We want your contrition,
we believe it to be vital.
If I ventured in the slipstream,
between the viaducts of your dreams
where immobile steel rims crack
and the ditch in the back roads stop,
could you find me?
Would you kiss my eyes?
And lay me down in silence easy
to be born again.
We want your contrition,
we believe it to be vital
for the strength of our development.
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3. |
Outro
01:35
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When I'm walkin' down the street, I see you,
Everyone else I meet turns to dust and I return to you.
When I'm walkin' down the street, I see you,
You suck the joy from my life so I need more of you.
When I'm walkin' down the street, I see you,
Everyone else I meet turns to dust and I return to you.
When I'm walkin' down the street, I see you,
You suck the joy from my life so I need more of you.
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4. |
Freehold Mall Pt. II
03:23
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I remember
the day they took down the climbing wall
at the centre
of the Dick's Sporting Goods at the Freehold Mall.
A crowd had gathered,
and rattled off their rights,
with their tanks and their banners,
believe you me it was a terrible sight.
I can see the defeat
in my mom's posture
and the angle of her feet
from the last time she lost to...
to the parti-coloured candies
of those lazy Passaic County moms.
Where I've been broken up with
three or four times by flip phone.
I've trapped myself
into an ever-tightening series of cardboard boxes
in hopes of
one day becoming a black hole.
But all it did was
upset the judicial process
and leave a faint smell of plasma in my home.
And that's why
I say
I failed
at being
a
no
bod
y.
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5. |
Warehouse Blues
06:35
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...eam effort
You said you loved me, and turned my heart inside
showed me feelings, I won't lie,
can't deny my lovin' pride, oh my.
When you say "maybe" I die
'cause you have taught me sunshine
and I feel dainty, as light as a spanish fly.
I got the warehouse blues.
I got the warehouse blues.
Can't buy no warehouse shoes.
I got the warehouse blues.
The K-Mart shut down.
The gas station by my house shut down.
The pizza place where all my friends used to work when I was growing up is closing soon,
but the Post Office is still goin' strong.
I got the warehouse blues.
I got the warehouse blues.
Can't buy no warehouse shoes.
I got the warehouse blues.
I got the warehouse blues.
I got the warehouse blues.
Can't buy no warehouse shoes.
I got the warehouse blues.
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