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Olde St. Valentine

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Wichita’s got a brand new captain
He’s ten feet tall but can’t see what’s happenin
Used to be a hero when the world was round
But now it’s like an octagon – they kicked him out of town

It’s hard to be just fine when you’re my valentine
Your drinkin from the vine
Tastes like a waste of time

Mamma went home to be with Jesus
But watch your mouth – she probably hears us
Used to be the prettiest girl around
After you were born she had to move downtown

It’s hard to be just fine when you’re my valentine
Your drinkin from the vine
Tastes like a waste of time

And when the morning comes, you left her with a smoking gun
This is not a joke – no, it’s not a joke
Cuz that’s somebody’s daugher, and that’s somebody’s son
And this is not a joke – we’ve got some worried folks

 

From Oregon Slogan (2011)

 

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O.D.

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She controls the morning tide
Her name’s the moon, and she’s alright
Plenty of reasons for to stay the night
I kissed the moon – it tastes alright

She’s made up of a thousand trees
Her name’s the forest, and she’s with me
Plenty of oxygen for all to breathe
Breathe out, or in, or inside me

Her mind’s the chorus and her body’s the verse
Her lyrics are sad, but her melody’s worse
She’s blaring through the speakers of a shiny new hearse
Her mind’s the chorus and her body’s the verse

She O.D.’d on a pil called time
The hill’s long gone, the light’s not lime
Never too cold til she tried that stuff
If she’s a wrecking ball, I’m crushed
 

From Oregon Slogan (2011)

 

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The Difference

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There’s a girl that I’ve been dreaming of
She’s sugar-sweet and devil-tough
She’s either too much or she’s not enough
And I can’t tell the difference

She wonders where she’s gonna go
She heard that Jesus died so she could know
But stories come and stories go
And she never knew the difference

She said “I’ll have to think it over
Think it over
Think it over”

Monday’s child is full of grace
He’ll give you decent hours and a decent wage
But he’s slipping back to second place
And no one sees the difference

Now who’s gonna run the show?
Where did all the patrons go?
I could take a guess, or I might know
And you’d never know the difference

I guess you’ll have to think it over
Think it over
Think it over

 

From Oregon Slogan (2011)

 

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The Entrance Stone

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The junky chubby cheeks all re-up on the new trucks. Don’t bother bothering they’re locked up in a big box. Call it cool, call it choice… I call it one more crutch. New truck song.

Nothing’s live on the radio, so toss me the keys to the entrance stone. Sugar tits to the bloated poor, that’s Bentonville, Americo.

Nothing’s live on the radio, so toss me the keys to the entrance stone.

 

From Oregon Slogan (2011)

 

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Nantucket

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Left to the right coast
Ridin with the wrong folks
Steppin on the boy’s toes
One’s waitin back at home for you

Ridin in the back seat
Dodgin all the repeats
Wonderin which one is gonna
Spend his time with you

And you said “Will you wait for me?”
And I said “Yes Dear, patiently.”

Collar popped northways
Dishin out the rebates
Take her on the freeway
Don’t you know that she was made for me?

Workin on a white nose
Never been a hobo
Wonderin which one is gonna
Spend her time with me

And you said “Will you wait for me?”
And I said “Yes Dear, patiently.”

She’s a substitute me
When I’m not around, she’ll keep you company
She looks like a throne, and I feel like a crown
Paradise is starting to look like a ghost town

From Oregon Slogan (2011)

 

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Liquid Clothes / Gastank Shakedown

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Blown sixteen routes up from Jerome. Maybe passed you when the yellow thread split us about the road. Freedom is the dye to liquid clothes.

Bleed about this artery. Make some sense out of the cloudiest gown you sew, you sew, you sew. Freedom is the dye to liquid clothes.

Presser foot, hammer down. Presser foot, hammer down. Baby’s got material, daddy’s burying needle now.
Dip in lakes makes a toxic shower. Dip in lakes makes a toxic shower.
Four on the floor, on the ground, out the town—shakedown.
You’re such a gastank. I always want to fill up in you. You got the money I can see myself talking to.

 

From Oregon Slogan (2011)

 

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Olde St. Valentine

Wichita’s got a brand new captain He’s ten feet tall but can’t see what’s...
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O.D.

She controls the morning tide Her name’s the moon, and she’s alright Plenty...
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The Difference

There’s a girl that I’ve been dreaming of She’s sugar-sweet and devil-tough She’s...
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The Entrance Stone

The junky chubby cheeks all re-up on the new trucks. Don’t bother bothering they’re...
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Nantucket

  Left to the right coast Ridin with the wrong folks Steppin on the boy’s...
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Liquid Clothes / Gastank Shakedown

Blown sixteen routes up from Jerome. Maybe passed you when the yellow thread split us...
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