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Happy Today (2023 Redux)
02:55
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HAPPY TODAY (Blood/Nelson)
Sweet apathy after the rain’s washed out every thought I’d find
That used to bring up such sad times that I’d often rewind
Get out of bed when the cat jumps in, and there’s coffee when I rise
It’s good to know you still listen when I just sit and smile
It’s such a stale tune just feeling down on my luck
For all you feign hearted, better step back, get out of the room
Let’s save it all up for a West Coast life, I’ve got L.A. on my mind
I can feel the heaviest weights drop, I’m going to leave it all behind
There’s no reason to stay so we have to go, throw the suitcase on the fire
Just roll off all of those doubts, we’re going leave it all in stride
It’s such a pale tune just feeling down on my luck
For all you feign hearted, better step back, get out of the room
Because I don’t feel bad, to feel happy today
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STOOL PIGEON (Blood/Melton/Nelson/Withers)
It didn’t amount to much this time with a needle in the other eye
A remedy for your thoughts and a penny shy
The coroner’s search was a fruitless try when the heart’s split up like branches
We’re missing out on all the golden scams, and too busy staring
I fell in love with a poet once and she stole all my ashes
A rickety trail down a ballet of denial.
She lives in an asian monastery’s nest, with birds painted on the ceiling
There’s an ally where the sick and ill pass by without a sound
There’s ninety pound ladies outside puking their guts out
And I’m the only sober one left in this city full of drunks
There’s a silver throat in this cheap hotel, I can hear the garbage man singing
You can see the meekest grins like a sunrise
The fear of truth is a solitary knife and it slices with conviction
There’s cut up dollar bills in the parking lot and the trees are on fire
There’s ninety pound ladies outside puking their guts out
And I’m the only sober one left in this city full of drunks
Sleeping alone with the pigeon cries in a moonlit mini van
Stacking all my vinyl high and dry
There’s nickels rusting in the snow and apologies are wasted
On the richest man whose never satisfied and just gets wasted
There’s ninety pound ladies outside puking their guts out
And I’m the only sober one left in this city full of drunks
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True Hearts (2023 Redux)
03:34
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TRUE HEARTS (Blood/Melton/Nelson/Withers)
Well I was sitting on the bus and I was feeling kind of down on my luck
‘cause I ain’t got a penny to spend and it’s time for another weekend
And your birthday is drawing near, but I can’t buy a thing for you dear
What can I do, to show my love for you?
My heart is true, my love is all for you
Just when I thought all hope was gone, well this tune just came bopping along
Then I knew then what I had to do, I’d write a song just to sing for you
So I turned my four-track on, and it really didn’t take me too long
It flowed right through, I laid it down for you
My heart is true, my love is all for you
And I hope this fuzzy feeling never disappears,
Like a puff of smoke in a long necked bottle of beer
I’ve got a bum microphone but my melodies still kicked ass
My heart is true, I wrote this all for you
Just whistle this tune, to know I’m thinking of you
Well there’s a beautiful moon and the stars are shining way too bright
And if my memory holds you’re still such a wonderful sight
And I hope this fuzzy feeling never disappears
When I get home, I want you all alone
My heart is true, my love is all for you
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UNSETTLING SWEET (Blood/Melton/Nelson/Withers)
Your fingers so delicate, but hardly benign
They calculate and measure my heart to the nines
You tipped me right over and I tipped you my hat
The moment I let you in, you’re out like a cat
It’s just not your face, it’s just not your mind
You touch that part of me that wants to shrivel up and die
You settle like sugar to the bottom of my glass
And as I watch it floating down it ain’t easy to relax
You’re unsettling and sweet, but never you mind
Won’t finish where I left off because you left me behind
It’s just not your face, it’s just not your mind
You touch that part of me that wants to shrivel up and die
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Sore (2023 Redux)
02:08
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SORE (Blood/Melton/Nelson/Withers)
Did I take too much lightly?
Words twist around
Did I say too much lately
You turn around so sore
Don’t want to fuck it up anymore
You and I have found
Did I take too much lightly?
Words twist around
Did I say too much lately
You turn around so sore
Don’t want to fuck it up anymore
You and I have found
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WORRISOME BLUES (Blood/Nelson)
Same old town in the same old shoes
I’m so down and out I can’t lose
But lately there’s this thorn in my side
And every rose has been picked and bled dry
Don’t patronize me, it’s easy to see
And that’s alright babe
Found my luck down in the dumps
With all those rusted boxcars and latches
It’s just those little things that make me want to cry
I just can’t live down another stinking lie
Someone’s up there saying that there’s a grave waiting for me
But it’s hard to see
Let’s put those hard times to rest
And lord knows I’m holding my breath
To put out this fire
Piss, vinegar and strife
That’s burning my whole life
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ALL CONFUSED (Blood/Melton/Nelson/Withers)
All confused, any way I lose
Any time, anyone
Feel like shit and I’m made of it
Every time you walk by
I’d like to say it’s not
But nothing could be more from the truth
Nothing could mean less
There’s nothing like the sun burning everyone
Relationships never change a bit
Any state, any town
Fading hopes in the liner notes
I’ve saved every scrap I’ve ever found
I’d like to say it’s not
But nothing could be more from the truth
Nothing could mean less
There’s nothing like the sun burning everyone
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8. |
Moral Lies (2023 Redux)
04:04
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MORAL LIES (Blood/Melton/Nelson/Withers)
Now I feel like dying
All your heartstrings I pushed aside
Still I feel like tying all my sick bends and moral lies
Don’t you write me off
Don't you write me off
Please wane your crying
I’m not that good prince you once surmised
Awake, it kills you’re pining
You need some good friends more than I
Don’t you write me off
Don't you write me off
Now I feel life’s dying
Lost my instincts
There’s dirt on my sleeve
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THIS ISN’T GOODBYE (Blood/Melton/Nelson/Withers)
I’m finding it hard to pack it all away, this life
Old bent suitcases and luggage still blocking the driveway
Please don’t say we’ll regret it
I still have a sense of good times
Don’t fear what’s ahead of us
I know we can make it
Just want you to do what seems right
Got news today, they want to take you away
“please reply, post-haste”
Wanderlust, I could see it in your eyes
When we drove through Charlotte
Please don’t say we’ll regret it
I still have one more year left in school
Don’t fear what’s ahead of us
I know we can make it
Just want you to do what seems right
This isn’t goodbye, my love, it’s not
This isn’t goodbye
Not on your life, if I had to decide
I’d want to be right by your side
We’ll make it O.K.
I just want to say, it could be nice
This isn’t goodbye, my love, it’s not
This isn’t goodbye
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SUBWAY FLOWERS (Blood/Melton/Nelson)
You gave all my clothes to the good will
And you set all my records on fire
Honey you sure know how to kill me without even lifting a knife
You say I’m drab awful and hopeless
And my wardrobe is cheaper than wine
But honey my style is so ageless
I only dress up like an old man so I’ll feel young when I die
You say that you love me and I’ve got potential
But honey I love you just fine
I know I can’t fix you a square meal
But I can show you a pretty good time
You’re harping on me like some sting from a bee
Instead of just smelling the flowers
But it puzzles me though dear why you love me so
When I’m just not the right guy who’s digging your gold
So I’ll be saving all my pennies and dimes
For some cheap subway flowers and a ride on the town
And I’ll be waiting on that old city line
That leads me on home back to you like some breadcrumbs to your side
Don’t get me wrong, I love you to pieces
I’d be lost without you, desert flower
And though we may disagree on a few things
You’re still the cherry in my whisky sour
So salt all the angels in judgement
With a grain or two sifted real fine
And make sure none of its wasted
Because I wouldn’t take that love from you
Without giving a good fight
So I’ll be saving all my pennies and dimes
For some cheap subway flowers and a ride on the town
And I’ll be waiting on that old city line
That leads me on home back to you like some breadcrumbs to your side
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DEEP, DARK SUN (Blood/Melton/NelsonWithers)
Spirits come and go
I’ve lost what I’m told and waste the morning
Vagrants and bags, just swatting the flies
To kill the afternoon
Deep as it comes for everyone
Glass menageries, you’re quite a sight to see
When you’re smashed and broken
Waving regrets like some blank canceled check
You just want more once it’s gone
Dark as the sun, that shines for no one
When we could use it
Deep as it comes for everyone
I laugh and I choke, just some half-winded jokes
That have died and blown away
No matter what you’ve heard, you can’t blame it on the lord
We’ll be listening until you’re gone
Dark as the sun, that shines for no one
When we could use it
Deep as it comes for everyone
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12. |
Winter Song (2023 Redux)
02:42
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WINTER SONG (Blood)
Another day, another bell
I feel my words slip off the old shelf
It won't come to me now, forget all I've said
An angel’s grave, so cold in the ground
They took that joy without a sound
In spite of all the good you have done
The doctors came to your lonesome bed
They took it all, it haunts me to death
They've robbed you a life you'll never fill
You've been so patient and good
Isn't that what they say, you'll get what you should?
In spite of all this pain, you must live on
In spite of all this pain
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Lo-Fat (Fenway reh'01)
01:51
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