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Drown by Association
02:59
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You can drown by association
You can drown by an open fire
But the thing that you said
Off the top of your head
Was enough to condition the choir
You can drown by association
You can drown in an empty jar
Man, if you coulda seen
The incandescent gleam
Of the people who smashed up our car
Well, maybe you'd know
Where we are
Where we'll go
When the shit is climbing over the wall
And the frothing mad crowd is inside
Maybe you'd see
We messed up
Now we're fucked
We should probably think of some other plan
It's about to be written again
You can drown by association
You can drown in a fancy tie
The insensitive sneer
That delivered us here
Was a ploy and a ruse and a lie
You can drown by association
You can drown when you think of that
Hey, remember the time
When we waited in line
And a seagull flew off with your hat?
Well, maybe you'd know
Where we are
Where we'll go
When the shit is climbing over the wall
And the frothing mad crowd is inside
Maybe you'd see
We messed up
Now we're fucked
We should probably think of some other plan
It's about to be written again
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Other People's Dogs
03:12
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I can see you from the highway
And you seem so out of place
I can see you from the highway
And I can't stop wondering:
Do I really look so far, far away?
Hey, remember back in high school
Mrs. Skinner taught that art class?
Hey, remember back in high school
You were painting like O'Keeffe did?
But I never found the vanishing point
It's just like other people's dogs
I get the feeling I'm an analogue
It's just like other people's dogs
I get the feeling, but I get it wrong
Now it's 1999, y'all
And I'm sitting with my pants down
Now it's 1999, y'all
And I just discovered sarcasm
But I feel like I've been seen by a ghost
It's just like other people's dogs
I get the feeling I'm an analogue
It's just like other people's dogs
I get the feeling, but I get it wrong
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Down, down in a dreary town
Where the Greyhound bus rarely runs
A wild, wily, wicked pair bore a son
There must've been a bitter moon
In the sky when that boy come
'Cause that boy's the baddest sonofabitch there was
There goes the man
With a sawed-off gun in his hand
And strung 'round his neck
Are the old sun-dried ears of the boys that he put to death
He strums his guitar
And oh, boy does his voice travel far when he's singin'
"The Ballad of Marvin Macy"
Marvin walked to the A&P
And he fired his gun in the air
"If anyone's feelin' lucky, say a prayer"
He showed the dough to Slit-Eyed Joe
Who tried to take a share
Well old Marvin took it back right then and there
There goes the man
With a sawed-off gun in his hand
And strung 'round his neck
Are the old sun-dried ears of the boys that he put to death
He strums his guitar
And oh, boy does his voice travel far when he's singin'
The Ballad of Marvin Macy
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John Richard Thompson Detroit, Michigan
I make music sometimes.
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