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Run, Bodhi, Run
03:07
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We might not be astronaut, yet
We should take this serious
One with one till the cows are all gone
Till the burning sun cries out for more sun
Building it faster
Running to the master
Run, Bodhi, Run
Om till it’s gone
Om till it’s gone
Cracking up and strapped to dawn
I don’t know where this is coming from
One by one the sentiment is wrong
The ceremony is long cuz it’s faded out
Building disaster
Crawling to the master
Run, Bodhi, Run
Om till it’s gone
Om till it’s gone
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2. |
Smurfy
02:40
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Did you hear the one about ‘Crooked Mouth’s Ritalin’?
He’s pissing weather with his nose
Then stalling and stumbling
(Right now!)
The secret I don’t quite know
I’m tangled up in snow
You show no love you mirrored table
Fortress it alone
You’re Gone
You tend to rush
With hornet plans
Born to bite the rust
Then you’re always on
Till your’e always off
It’s last of the ruined hour
You’re brash and able
Hooking to the rolling tide
You’re washing it off
Just another band-aid
What a night for to roam
And pissing off the rangers in their homes
You show em
How you’re leading that sale
You trend to talk
Then you push my way
You’re always on
You’re always off
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3. |
I'm Colorado
04:36
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Green grass
On her wedding day
The warm sun melts the cake
Oh our bodies they make mistakes
Oh wish somebody knew my name
She gets thrown enough doubt from the banister
While the band paints the weather
Oh the bodies they turn away
Oh wish somebody knew my name
I’m Colorado
But could she ever even know why she kept on?
She would only ever know how it was too long.
Let’s get mellow, nearly gold, singing early Waits
No hand or hired gun will ever take his place, no
Oh the bodies they lose their shape
Oh the bodies they will lose their names
Oh the bodies they will lose their shape
Oh till the bodies dance the strain away
In Colorado
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4. |
No.1 Hit Parade
05:54
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I can’t un-teach you what you already learned
You can’t ignore it if you already heard
There’s no undoing it cuz it’s already done
What’s more important now, you’re singing for fun
I was crawling mountains, mostly, catching them lines
And no one gonna know it when you got your head straight screwed on tight
For all of the longing
Well, look at you now
Ideally speaking you were wrapped up in sound
Every once in a while
Gonna change my name cuz I change my style
Yeh a while
Ride that hit parade with that all-over sound
Of people being people, mostly, moving ahead
We’re looking to the future where we meet in our heads
For all the wronging, well, look at us now, look at us now
For all along to get back to the sound
Every once in a while
Gonna change my name cuz I change my style
Yeh a while
Ride the hit parade with that all over sound
Yeh a while
Gonna change my name cuz I change my style
Yeh a while
Write a hit parade with that all-over sound
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5. |
Of A Person
04:18
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(voicemail)
Hi, ghost of the ghost of Heath
Um, I guess this is your home now
I just wanted to call and express that I miss Heath
And, I wish I could talk to him
And, I'm really sad about his tragic passing as a direct result of our conversation
Now, you're just the ghost of the ghost of Heath
And, not to sound rude, but, you're further removed from Heath
I just wanted to talk to Heath and now..
I can't even talk to the once removed version of him
And, it's really sad
And I just feel like talking to you 'cause I feel like talking to
The ghost of a ghost of a person
of a person
of a person
of a person
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6. |
Coronado's Pike
04:37
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Orange sky reflect from the floor
Where do I know you from?
Was it the houses you haunted at night?
You came with such a fright
And the moaning ruins outside life
Was I holding on
Holding on too tight
Was I holding on
Holding on too tight
Was I holding on too tight
Bound to the ranks of a lie
Holding on too tight
Bound to the rules of that white light
Ooh, skinny dog you can see me
Ooh, chubby baby I can see you too
Oh all the bad years from Coronado’s pike
Sent you to me a stirring lullaby
Now I’m by the window in that orange sky
I’m with the last saint
She’s a patient wife
Ooh, ooh
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7. |
I Need A Friend
03:23
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You, you were born with a language
That I, I understand
And we, we both have discovered
That the quiet life is the gift of the giving
For whatever it’s worth now
I need a friend to call my own
And this, this line of thinking
It gets me high without getting lost
Whatever you need
I’ll be there
Whatever you want
I can’t be deciding I don’t want a home
And you, you dream in a landscape
Of colors and lines I understand
And we, we both have uncovered
That the night life, well all of that is sand
So, whatever you need
I’ll be there
Whatever you want
I can’t be deciding I don’t want a home
A home
So, whatever it’s worth now
Still need a friend to call my own
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8. |
Lord Of The Dark
05:31
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I’m going home
If life don’t break me or my faith forsake me
I’m, I’m moving on
If time don’t take it
Oh Lord you know she takes it
All my life to figure out
I want to laugh with the breeze
In all of my days sitting staring out
It had no relief
Now I’m, I’m leaving uptown
I’m on a road headed west with a face I never met
And I, I’m turned around
Oh Lord of the dark you won’t capture this spark
Took all of my life just to figure it out
I wanna laugh with the breeze
In all my nights I never settled down
Well, that’s not for me
Took all my life just to work it out
I wanna laugh with the trees
In all my nights never settled down
I guess that’s not for me anymore
…
He was born into the past where history is unsolved
To be born again later in the miracle zone
It’s mind over matter cuz he treats it that way
Takes minimal prescriptions when he don’t like the haze
He gets Low-lows when he’s High-high
But it don’t end him early
It’s his will to survive
He’s wiser with age
Combats the freak in his will
Push, pulls, punches thru the darkness most days of the year
He drinks bitter black coffee
In a solo affair
“A little bit of sugar never hurt”, she said
He plays old guitars
Writes in lyrical waves
When it’s all in his throat
It’s all in his gaze
He gets High-high when he’s Low
He skips the bed, tea, the breakfast like he’s winning the gold
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9. |
This Golden Dream
04:12
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I don’t mind if we take our time
I don’t know if you could know this too
Your shadow
It bloomed
The weight of earth disarmed
I could lay here forever if forever was enough
This floating dream is enough to stay
This loving dream
Am I this way
Without you to show me
This floating dream is enough to stay
This golden dream
How I’m dismayed
Without you to show me
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10. |
Xmas At The Mall
03:01
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Dancing with the pretty mothers at the bar
Grown up geeks wearing the rarest Sunglass Hut
Drink it all in
The latest of ‘em all
Save it all in the memory of your phone
Cracked worn screen and the fading afterglow
Apple is on sale
Guess the Communists have won
Save it all in the memory of it all
Save it all in the memories you won’t watch
The Salvation Army app ring really stings
Don’t notify me that the children need to eat, again
I spend it all on the rarest of them all
I spend it all on me for the memory of myself
Christ is in the chicken
Even Christ fell from the top
His Blood is in my coffee
And the coffee is not cold enough
I drink it all in
I’m the greatest of ‘em all
I save ‘em all in the memory of my phone
I save it all
File name: Xmas _at_the_Mall
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Heath Underwood Texas
Formerly of El Cantador and BUNCH.
This is the first 'solo' album.
Heath Underwood recommends:
3 guys having fun for 10 solid days of recording at the beach in December; fueled by curiosity, arpeggiated synthesizers, and RockStar energy drinks. The title track is one of my faves.
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Forever My Sparring Partner
by BUNCH
Garth Brooks pedal steel player plays on a couple of the tracks. Allie Mae is special. Cheri&Brian is a hit. Dinosaur Jr. influenced the title track guitar bits. #Marty. I loved this time of my life.
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The In-Between
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