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Post-Competition
04:58
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Sample at the beginning is from a City Council meeting that aired on Iowa City Public Access Television.
Not runnin' a race
Not runnin' a race to save face
Against who, not you
Against who, not you
I can't express my expresh
Not workin' on a line when I'm workin' on a line
No chart no graph
Don't wanna do the math
It's a learned behavior
Won't be my savior
Uncomfortable on the stand,
I get down to shake hands
This plan cannot have a number one fan
All One! On One!
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2. |
Time and Space
03:17
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Make time, take time, save time and space
I don't like to run in place
What's inside?
I'll get it right today
Take it apart!
It's not so much, I see
What's Inside?
Focus on what's in sight/find and fix what's not right
Take it apart!
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3. |
Fool's Gold
04:12
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Ugly season blurs into an ugly season
And memories rush back unbidden
Guilt invokes a spasm the instant panic floods
to another interior explosion
And everyone on the street can see because
it spills out on the skin
And failure tattoos a map
as ugly season blurs into ugly season
Self-doubt magnifies every small sound
to a shrill cacophony
Damaging nerves and unleashing
Micro-rage after micro-rage
Put lids on quick fists
Ugly season blurs into ugly season
And memories rush back unbidden
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5. |
Willy
03:21
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Willy!
WIll he get is sweets?
Lurking, working secret streets
Destination unknown
Creep, buy, wolf, jump, pumphome.
Brutal!
With a pair of sticks
Rolling dough, addicted to chips
His manners are supreme
Underlying hunger stays mean
(and he don't drink, don't smoke)
Willy!
WIll he get is sweets?
Lurking, working secret streets
Destination unknown
Creep, buy, wolf, jump, pumphome.
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6. |
Song of Praise
02:39
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Dumb-dumb speaks
Touch hands, thighs
Eyes sighs
Number crunchers, and who are the brunchers
This time?
Crossfire!
We need to sing a Song of Praise
Just to her
Crossfire
Living legend in a realm
of minutiae
Young fun heat
Luck in lies
Truth rides
Under-funders are fooling the youngsters
High Tide
Gun fun chic
Tough man cries
Noose ties
Nothing up above his tomb
Inscribed
Crossfire!
We need to sing a Song of Praise
Just to her
Crossfire
Living legend in a realm
of minutiae
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City Rhythms
02:21
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City Rhythm put me to bed
Itty-bitty rhythm rattles in my head
Slowly, silently slip into sleeping sound
Deep sheep jump up but they won't come back down to the ground
Dreaming is sacred
Only dreams are sacred
How do you like this life?
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8. |
Haunts
02:51
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My old haunts are now haunting me
And they move and they sneak in a quiet way
Into the corners of my mind
They just refuse to be left behind
Another way
To avoid no-thank-yous
I cannot say
You'll have that
My old haunts are now haunting me
And they move and they sneak in a quiet way
Into the corners of my mind
They just refuse to be left behind
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9. |
Train Song
03:41
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I heard a man on a city train telling the woman in the next seat that he read minds for a living. And to him, what he did was just a parlor trick. But to his believers, insights demanded a high price.
Let it ride
And you try
And you sleep
With your face on a wet pillow
Let it ride
And you sit next to a creep
And you sleep
With your face on the glass
That woman on a city train next to the fake future-seer did not approve of what she was hearing. "You are a liar! You are a charlatan!" Still, at the next stop he left proud, left defiant.
Let it ride
And you try
And you sleep
With your face on a wet pillow
Let it ride
And you sit next to a creep
And you sleep
With your face on the glass
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