1. |
Library Fine
01:59
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I like the library fine
'Cause they collect up my work
Just check the name on the spine
"Blue Rondo à la Turk"
And five’s a pretty good time
But don't forget all the rest
And you don't need a jazz rhyme
It’s probably for the best
My eyes could not read the staff
I nearly became a vet
But will my name ring for years?
Well, that's a pretty sure bet
I hit all eighty-eight keys
Each time I sat down to play
When people witnessed my band
They didn't know what to say
I like the library fine
'Cause they collect up my work
Just check the name on the spine
"Blue Rondo à la Turk"
And five’s a pretty good time
But don't forget all the rest
And you don't need a jazz rhyme
It’s probably for the best
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2. |
Where's My Glasses
01:45
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I was over here
And then I went
To the other room
At least I meant to
Can you help me look
(Yes I'll help you)
No I don't know where
(They'll turn up soon)
You know if I knew
(Just get new ones)
Well, I would just look there
(Zenni dot com)
They were just here
I did two passes
This place isn't big
Where’s my glasses
Can you help me look
(Yes I'll help you)
No I don't know where
(They'll turn up soon)
You know if I knew
(Just get new ones)
Well, I would just look there
(Warby Parker)
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3. |
Determination
02:14
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Determination
Willingness to dirty their hands
Determination
Heedless of hostage demands
Out from the bunker basement
The typist cracks her thumbs
Philtrum flexing lightly
And ennui soon becomes
A Sharpie squeaks on oaktag
An uncle tunes his drums
A million rope’s-end matrons
Send in their cracker crumbs
The hornets in hats
are slick with old fat
and soon’ll be fancy hors d'oeuvres
By hook or by crook
I will open that matchbook
and pick the one I so deserve
Determination
Willingness to dirty their hands
Determination
Heedless of hostage demands
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4. |
Coen Brothers Extra
02:30
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That necklace made of spare ribs got
The dog to play with you
The broken mirror shards just said
That normal wouldn’t do
Your mashed-potato glasses holder
Facing to the world
Undulating thing, it’s like
The flag of Ug unfurled
You’re a Coen brothers extra
But you’re mine
Falling from the ugly tree
Each branch it must have hurt
But I don’t think that you should hide
Your face under a yurt
Your confidence a model of what
We all hope to be
And when you take the subway
Only petty people flee
You’re a Coen brothers extra
But you’re mine
Your nose a perfect ginger root
Your eyes two pools of ink
Your skin soft as a baby newt
Your voice just like a mink
Your gentle grace a vision
Of what swans just wish they were
Your perfect features with
Their perfect covering of fur
You’re a Coen brothers extra
But you’re mine
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5. |
Dr. Alex
03:25
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Dr. Alex
Open Fridays
Dr. Alex
Handsome neckties
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6. |
Madison's Song
03:11
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I know you don't have it easy
I know things can be tough
I hope these words can give you strength
When it gets a little rough
This whole world is full of jerks
And crap you're so very sick of
If you're neck-deep in the murk
Try and keep your head above
Lift up your sweaty boobs
To the sky and be free
Go and stamp your angry feet
Though you'll probably have to pee
Lift up your sweaty boobs
To the sky and be free
Go and stamp your angry feet
Though you'll probably have to pee
No one can ever tell you
How you should be
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7. |
That Obscure Thing
02:29
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I was happy, now my world has changed
All the marquee letters rearranged
At the drive-in of my life it seems
What does this mean for all my modest dreams?
A pair of prairie voles against the world
But now it’s all a bunch of spinning swirls
What sweater can this faulty thread unravel
And turn my bedrock into Jersey gravel?
I thought that we were a bonded pair
A kind of two for life
We were simpatico
Now I've got vertigo
I can't believe you don't remember
that obscure thing from years ago
We were simpatico
Now I've got vertigo
I can't believe you don't remember
that obscure thing from years ago
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8. |
Rhonda Hedron
03:01
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There's three angles to her story
Right right right
Polly doesn't need to be
Right right right
Rhonda Hedron
Your volume is your height times three
Why did you pick me
Rhonda Hedron
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9. |
Nothing Is Happening
02:15
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Summer is terrible
Deluded adherents
Insist it's magnificent
On its appearance
Sunshine is hateful
Blinding and burning
Budget inflatables
With terrible kerning
Nothing is happening
Nothing is happening
Steering is painful
As getting a drilling
Weary commuters
with gloves on for grilling
This city a perversion
municipal planning
The thing it excels at:
Precarious tanning
Nothing is happening
Nothing is happening
August a glacier
severe cabin fever
Kryptonite speedball
for underachievers
Crawling and leaden
Stagnant and sluggish
Sunlight's arrival
Abusive and thuggish
Nothing is happening
Nothing is happening
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10. |
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Let’s put our ears together
And listen to each other
Put our ears together
Hand in mouth
Minor bird
Talking in a taxi
Thicken thicker blood
Belly up to start
Try and make
Everything vernacular
Feather-hatted friend
Better pack
Let’s put our ears together
And listen to each other
Put our ears together
Toe at hand
Alley bird
At the cliff spectacular
Filling paper jars
Keep the change
Shuffle bird
Weighted down and waxy
Playing Keno cards
Different tacks
Let’s put our ears together
And listen to each other
Put our ears together
Eye to arm
Let’s put our ears together
And listen to each other
Put our ears together
Elbows on
Ear ear ear
To ear to
Ear
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11. |
Mistakes Were Made
01:39
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Gate 16 in Minnesota
Sopping wet, a Coca Cola
Brought with me from Arizona
Poured over my head
Cinnabon with all its charms
Witnesses your flailing arms
Raining blows that do no harm
But make my neck and shoulders red
Mistakes were made
Mistakes were made
The escalator's downward path
a perfect showcase for your wrath
The people passing do the math
And read the story left unsaid
Verbal spars and mental jabs
Near Arrivals by the cabs
My rolly bag that someone nabs
hopefully will keep them fed
Mistakes were made
Mistakes were made
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12. |
Cowries
03:16
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We've got some cowries
Let's get a dowry started
We'll sell the Maori carving
We’ll throw a flowery party
Your daughter
I love her, she's a pain in the ass
Maybe it's time
To send her off in tourist class
We’ll get some sun hats
see the country in a striped RV
Sell off the house
And buy a condo in the Maldives
We’ll get a teepee
Sweat in it as husband and wife
We’ll become time
One with all terrestrial life
We've got some cowries
Let's get a dowry started
We'll sell the Maori carving
We’ll throw a flowery party
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