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THE HORSE ON YOUR SHOULDER PATCH
I'm always from somewhere else
And lately my past don’t match
The horse on your shoulder patch
I’m still the same old kid
That left all those feelings alone
When half the world revolved around me
Now the other half don't
CHORUS:
All those harmless lies i told myself
Have now come back to haunt me somewhere else
I sat on my favorite stool
She fell right into my lap
Singing her siren song
We talked about how long
I left all those offers alone
When half the birds that flew around me
Where have the other half flown
Rpt chorus
Come back haunt me somewhere else 2x
Brg;
An aching man tires so easily
And desire decides what his disease will be
When your ship is sinkin’ on the sea of memory
There’s only timepieces glowing in the dark
Time pieces glowing in the dark
Solo
I stayed in this bed til noon
To Get the rest to help you move
The strength has left my words
The empty handed cure
Of leave those belongings alone, ‘cos
Half the world’s already longing
To get the other half home.
Chorus --outro.
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Fix It If You Hate It
05:13
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Potholes
04:02
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POTHOLES
Steerin’ toward your potholes
To get back at your front end
I know that you got holes in your argument
See you got your shoes on
You wear them in a certain way
Where you’re not tattooed on
You got nothing left to say
Did i tell you i would warn you
About my ramblin ways
Was it something i was born to
Or the way i wasn't raised
When you’re livin’ off the floor
In a western metaphor
And your beer breakfast at one
Well that’s what I would have done
Pickin up the pieces
You were seeking out your bliss
Thought her name was windmill
Was it palm tree that you missed
Ridin round your sheep farm
Way out in the Basque country
The wool will keep your feet warm
Carve your name into my tree
Well i waited by the horseshoes
Outside your honky tonk
And i thumbed thru your back issues
In the truck while you were gone
Well I can't relive my youth
Its Gone like a baby’s tooth
And the fairy’s been paid off
And put a hit on Santa Claus..
Steerin’ toward your potholes
To get back at your front end
I know that you got holes in your argument
Did i tell you i would warn you
About my ramblin ways
Was it something i was born to
Or the way i wasnt raised
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Accident
03:50
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No Mending
02:50
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Wyoming Boy
06:02
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WYOMING BOY
Dean was just a lanky wyoming boy
when he fell in love in idaho
he had never seen a foreign cloud
nor had he known about the freezing sky
it was 1942
he trained to bring down Jerry shooting at balloons
off to England shine your boots
one of the 91st Bombing group
ch- he learned the brevity of youth (3 x)
claustrophobic B-17
mission 71 Stuttgart Germany
their plane never stood a chance
They had to ditch 'Bomb Boogie' and bail out over France
ch- he learned the brevity of youth
the flak was rippin thru his chute
he lost one of his thermal boots
he learned the brevity of youth
(instrumental)
a twisted leg on the Gallic soil meant mission's end
an outstretched hand with a cigarette meant to befriend
a German soldier no different in the age or face
just two young boys in the wrong time- two old men in the wrong place
two young boys in the wrong time.
-solo-
Dean was just a shaken Wyoming boy
when he came back to Idaho
never spoke much of the war to his children
spared folks the horrors, he kept that to himself
ch- he kept those stories to himself
he put those memories on a shelf
he spared the family the truth
about the brevity of youth
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I.E.D.
01:51
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High
03:14
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Well the all night train ride
quiet whispered rendezvous
And your Sway is denied
She’s not some weak kneed ingenue
And the Trees that sweep sad
Phone lines that stole someone’s view
Takes the fear out of tearful
The day that i come back for you
I forget how lit up i feel when your eyes are on me
And its Fraught with tension
The day of my delivery
Was it knock down drag out
Like two pugilists in the ring?
As my welfare drone dad and Dr. Wight might’ve been
Ch.
The drawstring playground in my mind
It Sparkles like a jewel
The longing surround sound misplaced
Like some Sought after tool
The best bet swing set skinned your knees
At Recess time in school
When the bell rings, jump from those swings braying like a mule
Well my flags at half mast
My dictionary’s cracked in half
And the stars’ whole lifespan
Defined by their own fiery wrath
And the Road rage wage slave drinks til the neon lights fade
And this Trend where the fun ends
The death of the 80s arcades
repeat chorus
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Unbearable Afternoon
03:18
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Unbearable afternoon
Here comes the smell of the barbecue
And there’s a solar storm that throws her off this connected orb
And there’s no need to pack souvenirs from the cul-de-sac
And no one needs to know that she ever called this place home
ch:
If there’s a way off this lake, not just once but forever
Far past these walls of candle-faded posters
All her friends have moved away to the dirty street’s bouquet
Cigarettes and cabernet await her new life
No one's’ feelings matter, and no one she knows is on TV
And if it's not in the paper it's not really going down this week
The kids shoot hoop in the driveway, the laundry dries out on the line
The lawnmowers drone in the distance, the longest day won't make up its mind
Rpt ch. Solo
If there’s a way off this lake, not just once but forever
Far past these walls of candle-faded posters
All her friends have moved away to the dirty street’s bouquet
Where those dirty rock bands play
Did she hear her mama say , you’ll just waste your life away
On Cigarettes and cabernet but its her life
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11. |
Break
03:27
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Reprise
01:16
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The Riffbrokers Seattle, Washington
Northwest powerpop twang outfit formed 1999, Boise Idaho. Band nucleus Nick and Heather Millward moved to Seattle the following year. They've traveled the land since and released over five full length albums on their homemade label Unsmashable Records.
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