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Super Bowl Sunday
03:51
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It was this Super Bowl Sunday
I took a jawbone of an ass
I went into the house of jackals
took a deep breath of laughing gas
Walking a thicket of antlers
I thought I smelled somebody telling truth
Then you flashed your cold war glamor
And said, “We’ve been expecting you"
I was fumbling through the wreckage
Thought bout Jesus and his dad
It was last Super Bowl Sunday
The best that I ever had
It was this Super Bowl Sunday
“Dharma bummed" in your parlance
You were my burnside companion
A friend of friends of friends
A man born under hunches
I fought up to welterweight
Though I retired in the winner’s circle
Caught the Legionnaire’s disease
Autopsy showed no foul play
But I know something had
On last Superbowl Sunday
With Jesus and his dad
I was fumbling through the wreckage
All the coulda shoulda beens
On last Superbowl Sunday
Ten minutes til your death
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Bronx Cheer
04:50
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Bronx cheer
Slam into fifth gear
Wrapped your hood around a cedar tree
But you steered clear
From hitting that deer
Caught in your high beams, yeah
Coast clear
You wished for a beer
And walked into the next five years
But you steered clear
From hitting that deer
Caught in your high beams yeah
You’re right next to the fault line
Crossed the Rubicon
But baby take your burdens lay 'em all down look into my...
Time flies
You screwed out your eyes
Held me hostage in your archetype
Bye bye
I sent a prayer to the sky
While you washed all your days down with the rye
Detective came by
Looking for a guy
You’re shadow boxing for an alibi
My my
Who has to die
To get some Wild Turkey here tonight?
I saw all the cop cars
I could hear them wail
You clutched your chest and shook your fist and looked em in the eyes
Nobody likes you
But you're loved anyways
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There's a Man
03:44
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There's a man from outer space
Going 'round taking names
There's a man with no face
Giving marks you can't erase
No, He’s not that far from me, now whoa-o
There’s a man forgiving debts
Takes the noose right off your head
Innocent, or so it seems
He can show you what that means
Closer than my own skin
Closer than my own kin
Heart in my hands, heart in his hands
And gnawing and clawing and longing to be free
There's a man with no name giving marks you can't erase
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Are You there?
It’s me
I’m tired of borrowing the feeling
But nothing else can move me like You do
The wind, the waves,
Became so hypnotizing
And I’m tired of rationalizing what I do
Out on the waves
You’re calling me out of the boat
St. Peter is sinking
I might be thinking
That I might too
Bees buzz 'round my head
Thoughts I can’t stop thinking
Try to numb it drinking, with what I do
One day, I know, for me, your gonna make everything all right
Tell me once for tonight I have You
Out on my own
I could never feed the beast at home
I’m so tired of trading my happiness away
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Shine for You
02:26
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I like gods that tell me when I’m going off my head
So hold me like You used to do all the way back when
Just irradiate the vibe that’s hanging off of me
I'll let it shine for You
I'll let it shine for You
There’s something on my face but no one’s said anything
It feels kind of porous
Could be a third eye or a wing
I’ll try and irradiate the vibe that’s hanging off
I'll let it shine for You
I'll let it shine for You
Take me to the Jordan
Plunge me underneath
Sopping wet and crying
I won’t say anything
Please just irradiate the vibe that’s hanging off of me
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Vasilisa
04:04
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Vasilisa
Wishes she was pretty
As she mumbles off to sleep
If you asked her
She’d tell you every story
That her babushka used to do
Vasilisa
Wanders through the woods
Sees a house on chicken toes
Baba Yaga
Roams about the woods
Turning a house on chicken toes
Fine, she’s toes against the line
You cry, "Let the leeches do their work!"
She don’t care because —nothing you could say
Nothing you can say can break her down oh no
Nothing you could say
Vasilisa
Spent the last three years
Dressed up in a bullfrog skin
A glowing skull
Illuminates the darkness
When she cannot see the way
Fine, she’s toes against the line
You cry, "Let the leeches do their work!"
She don’t care because —nothing you could say
Nothing you can say can break her down oh no
Nothing you could say
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The Lonely One
04:11
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There was a time
A time outta mind
When you'd take what you’d find
You grabbed it by the hair
Lay it down to sleep
But now is the night
Snuff out the light
Fists up to fight
It's time to feed your need
To watch it bleed
Maybe you're the lonely one
Maybe you're the holy one
Who looks across the parking lot and feels that you're the only one
Maybe you're the lonely one
Maybe you're the holy one
who walks across a crowded room
And feel that you're the only one
Maybe you’re the only one
Maybe you’re the lonely one
Bell or a chime
Garlic or thyme
You thought it was fine
To take what was mine
And you’d use what you need
To be a creep
Muscles are tight
Turn down the bright
Who snuffed out the light?
The blood and the bite
You got the taste for meat
Fangs out to feed
Maybe you're the lonely one
Maybe you're the holy one
Who looks across the parking lot and feels that you're the only one
Maybe you're the lonely one
Maybe you're the holy one
who walks across a crowded room
And feel that you're the only one
Maybe you’re the only one
Maybe you’re the lonely one
You don’t have no plan
So you do what you can
Raise your right hand
Fight like a man
But they got you finally
To kill the beast
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Old King Saul
Was a merry old soul
Except when he wasn’t
He’d lose control
Dig that black hole
Which was most of the time
He called up little David said,
"Get your rear end on the next bus over here,"
Then he gave him a guitar
Send me a song
Send me a song
Send me a precious melody against Satan’s devices
When I was small
I was a happy old soul
Then one day, when I wasn’t
I’d lose control
Dig a black hole
Which was some of the time
I called up little Richie said,
"Get your rear end on the next bus over here,"
then I gave you a guitar
Send me a song
Send me a song
Send me a precious melody against Satan’s devices
When you were small
You were a happy old soul,
Then one day, you wasn’t
You’d lose control
Dig a black hole
Which was some of the time
You called up Brother Andy said,
"Get your rear end on the next bus over here,"
Then you gave me a guitar
Send me a song
Send me a song
Send me a precious melody against Satan’s devices
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Thinking It Over
06:33
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You can talk about Him like He's not in the room
Yeah you bet He heard that
Yeah He heard what you said
Yeah He's looking at you
You might not think He bites back
Losing pulse losing beat
Can you find the vein?
You can twitch
You can jerk in the vaseline
You can run you can run but you can’t—
but He’s gunning for you
Thinking it over and over oh yeah
Thinking it over and over oh yeah
You think it over now
And then you tell me how
You walk around like a natural disaster
Thinking it over and over oh yeah
I think you take Him like He’s somebody’s fool
He put me on my back
I heard what you said, He could do it to you
Make your truce with the facts
Losing pulse losing beat
Can you find the vein?
You can twitch
You can jerk in the vaseline
You can run you can run but you can’t—
but He’s gunning for you
Thinking it over and over oh yeah
Thinking it over and over oh yeah
You think it over now
And then you tell me how
You walk around like a natural disaster
Thinking it over and over oh yeah
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Brother Andy Newton Memphis, Tennessee
Hailing from Memphis, TN, Brother Andy Newton nods to Big Star more than Isaac Hayes, and shows a commitment to independent production and confident powerpop.
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