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Sister Wife Sex Strike
02:33
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Well,
Me and the ladies were chatting
Bout a problem I been havin
I aint getting any
While y'all been getting plenty
So we came up with a plan
Sit right there and listen to our demands
Sister wife sex strike
Sister wife sex strike
Sister wife sex strike
And it lasted forty days
Sittin around the supper table
You said you were willing and able
But day after day went by
And that harness you did not buy
So let us restate our plan
It's a simple demand
Sister wife sex strike
Sister wife sex strike
Sister wife sex strike
And it lasted forty days
After forty long days of waiting
We finally got our hands a shakin'
Now that you've heard what we've said
Let's all head off to our king size bed
Clamshake! Nutmeg!
Ohhhh it was a sister wife sex strike
Sister wife sex strike
Sister wife sex strike
And it ended after forty long days
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2. |
Checkin' In
02:18
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I aint cut out to work, barely cut out to live indoors
And it’s so damn obvious, we weren’t meant to live like this
Runnin in a wheel chasin something out of reach
I know that I’m meant for so much more buuuut
I keep on checkin in and I keep on clockin in
One day I’ll see it collapse, till then I’ll
I’ll sing the same old songs and carve the same old ruts into my fingers
Hope one day they lead me to the strength to burn it down
Don’t wanna be an outlaw, don’t wanna get drunk or ride trains
What else am I supposed to do in a fucked up place like this?
Too scared to run away, too sad to stay in one place
I know that this can’t be all there is buuuut
I keep on checkin in and I keep on clockin in
One day I’ll see it collapse, till then I’ll
I’ll sing the same old songs and carve the same old ruts into my fingers
Hope one day they lead me to the strength to burn it down
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3. |
On the Sidewalk
02:48
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Can I tell you all my stories and make a million bucks
Can I buy a motorcycle, would that be enough
Can I make you some biscuits and never eat again
Please tell me will you be my friend
Can I call you my husband and skip the next 50 years
Can I kiss you on your eyelid and make you disappear
Can I run so far down the down that you have nothing to fear
Please tell me are we almost there
We can sit on the sidewalk
Every single day
Til your body turns against you
And we fade away
Can I buy you some shampoo and bathe in your yard
Can we ride our horses down Ravenna boulevard
Can we go to the safeway and screech like a bat
Please tell me if you'd be into that
We can sit on the sidewalk
Every single day
Til your body turns against you
And we fade away
Get me a pastry and vomit on the ground
Drive for 20 miles without making a sound
Your love is like nothing else I've found
Things might finally be turning around
Can we change our names to match the White Stripes
You'll be Meg and I'll be Jack White
I'll receive a restraining order from my wife
Boy you're gonna love the married life
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4. |
I Wanna Boi
02:00
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I wanna boy to keep the bed warm while I shower
I wanna boy to keep the bed warm while we're watching TV
I wanna boy to keep the bed warm when the whole house is freezing
I wanna boy who isn't anything like me
I wanna boy who doesn't like to go out shopping
I wanna boy who thinks it's sexy when my lipstick bleeds
I wanna boy who can go all night without stopping
I wanna boy who knows exactly what he needs
One! Two! Three!
So if you think that you're the boy for me and I'm the boy for you
Drop me a line at ob8419 at bard dot edu
Tell me a little bit about yourself and send a picture or two
And hurry up now, because it's only getting colder
I wanna boy to keep the bed warm while I shower
I wanna boy to keep the bed warm while we're watching TV
I wanna boy to keep the bed warm when the whole house is freezing
I wanna boy who isn't anything like me
I wanna boy who isn't anything like me
I wanna boy who isn't anything like me
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The sun came out last night, carried by a coal train
The train was bound for hell, but spokane it made
The coxswain sets the pace, that I learned to follow
But under starless skies, our songs ring hollow
My father taught me love, my mother taught me pain
Some say G!d’s above, but I know we’re the same
As a boy I wore green, my brother wore blue
Hide and seek we played, hiding from you
A cloud becomes the rain, and I lost the game
I wrap myself and pray, wrapped in holy flame
My father taught me love, my mother taught sorrow
Some say G!d’s above, but I met G!d long ago
Stars of love before, sorrow’s engine behind
I must go tonight, guided by your signs
יה רבון עלם ועלמיא (Yoh ribon olam v'olmayo)
אנת הוא מלכא מלך מלכיא (Ant hu malko, melekh malkhayo)
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6. |
Kick Them Down
03:08
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It seems wrong
That I can talk to anyone I know anywhere all the time
I need to have thoughts and feelings that are only mine
They said the telephone
Was destined to ruin human relation
They never could’ve dream of tracking devices
And instant miscommunication
Now wherever I walk
There’s something incessantly
Beeping at me somewhere
Either it’s my phone or an electric scooter owned by a billionaire
I kick them down when I see them
How does anyone keep believing
This joke’s not that bad?
Told by a coked-up Ivy grad
I hope we see that we’ve been had
I find myself
2600 miles from my home
I crossed so many states but still not far enough to be left alone
I feel unease
At the rapid growth rate of my online footprint
Maybe it’s my fault but I don’t remember signing up for any of this
I can’t grasp
The concept of a god who would sanction this nightmare reality
They say my heart’s hard but I’ve made it this far without making a god of my morality
I’ll kick him down if I see him
How does my mother keep believing
These lies she’s been told?
I hope she breaks free before she’s too old
Let’s break free before we’re too old
I can’t tell
If I’m living in the moment or living on my phone
I woke up from a dream and all I could remember was my passcode
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7. |
(Don't) Wanna Kill a Cop
02:24
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Don't wanna kill a cop but I ain't no fucking pacifist
I've seen those videos I saw that kid get a hole in his head
In that park where I first choked on teargas
On that day I prayed their world would end
Don't wanna kill a cop but I became a full blown optimist
When I saw that precinct burn in Minneapolis
Thought that maybe we might actually win this
Part of me still believes
Don't wanna kill a cop but I ain't no liberal socialist
Their blood won't open up those prison doors
But no ballot we cast will set us free
If we want it we'll take it ourselves
Don't wanna kill a cop but I've become a bit of a nihilist
Ain't gonna win this fight best we can do is keep ourselves alive
And outlast the collapse of this empire
Teach our children to dream like we never could
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8. |
Phantom Pains
01:25
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I’ve been feeling might lonesome and I haven’t slept a wink
But I can’t handle caffeine so instead I think I’ll drink
And stare into my cell phone screen, trying to dissolve my brain
Anything that I can do to feel alive again
Cuz outside the air is freezin, and inside its full of disease and
Lately I’ve been havin pains that I can’t quite explain
Inside my heart is racin, outside I can’t face
Too much more before I up run away
Well I can't stop seeking stimulation
Won't somebody wake me up from this simulation
I'll never be satisfied but at least I will never bore
Cause you know there’s no such thing as being alone anymore
Cuz outside the air is freezin, and inside its full of disease and
Lately I’ve been havin pains that I can’t quite explain
Inside my heart is racin, outside I can’t face
Too much more before i up run away
Outside the air is freezin, and inside its full of disease and
Lately I’ve been havin pains that I can’t quite explain
Inside my heart is racin, outside I can’t face
Too much more before i up run away
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9. |
River Jordan
03:16
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There's a place called the Jordan River I hear it's mighty fine
Not too cold in the winter and not too hot in July
When the water comes to a calm, let's all take a dip
Hop into that river bed and soak from tip to tip
Well hey don't shoot the messenger I didn't think of this myself
If you recall dear Jordan you've done this to yourself
I'll do my best to take this in stride, I guess I'll hop aboard
Let's take a little ride to the garden of the lord
Swim in my cavern, I'll swim in yours
Drink from the stream forevermore
Release your worries and be free
The best way to exalt the lord is in groups of three
Well the more I think about it some stuff comes up to mind
I ain't getting cold feet just trying to have a real good time
Let's hold nothin back and have some fun, you know I ain't no prude
I'll hop into that marriage bed and see what three can do
Swim in my cavern, I'll swim in yours
Drink from the stream forevermore
Release your worries and be free
The best way to exalt the lord is in groups of three
Eat my body drink my blood and I'll taste yours too
I'd like to be in the middle if that's alright with you
But don't worry your head my love cause once the night is through
You'll still be the one I'm coming home to
Swim in my cavern, I'll swim in yours
Drink from the stream forevermore
Release your worries and be free
The best way to exalt the lord is you and me
The best way to exalt the lord is you and me
And me
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10. |
Dance
02:38
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Keep moving the finish line further down the road than you could ever run
Keep beating on yourself and oh my god! Don’t ever let yourself have any fun
Self reflect so hard that your present and your future become your past
Stare in the mirror too long, all anyone will see is that you’re a jackass
Live in the moment, dear
We may only get this one chance
The world is ending, I fear
So you might as well
Dance!
Second guess yourself, question every goddamn single thing you do
Tell so many lies that not even you can remember what was true
Play it back in your head ‘cause all your friends are doing the same thing
Don’t expose yourself, they’ll mock you endlessly and by god, don’t you ever sing
Live in the moment, dear
We may only get this one chance
The world is ending, I fear
So you might as well
Dance!
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11. |
Pray the Lord Takes Me
04:54
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I don’t wanna live ‘til I’m 94
And forget everything I once stood for
I don’t wanna live my glory days
Just to have them all melt away
I don’t wanna live ‘til I’m 78
And see a tricentennial that I don’t wanna celebrate
Don’t wanna drink on the 4th of July
I pray before then that I keel over and die
I wanna stay in this moment, you and me
Wanna keep my eyes open
I’m gonna hold onto this history
And keep my eyes open
I don’t wanna live ‘til I’m 55
And get in the way of those who are still alive
Don’t wanna meet my grandbabies
I’ll just stay inside and pray The Lord takes me
I don’t wanna live ‘til I’m 39
Just sitting around, wasting all my time
I don’t wanna worry about my health
I’d rather focus on literally anything else
I wanna stay in this moment, you and me
Wanna keep my eyes open
I’m gonna hold onto this history
And keep my eyes open
I know I’m being naive
But it’s hard to believe
That there’s a life for me
In this goddamn awful century
But I’ll concede
That I still believe
In this moment
You and me
I just wanna live ‘til I’m 24
While I still remember what I stand for
I just have to figure out a way
To fix the world’s problems in the next couple of days
And then I’ll stay in this moment, you and me
Gotta keep my eyes open
If I’m gonna make some better history
Gotta keep my eyes open
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I went to the store and I saw my wife
She was with another man and his wife
I thought that we’d be wed for life
But she’s got a new husband and a new wife
I guess I’ll accept this new way to live
I used to think it was a life of sin
But now I see there ain’t no way to win
It’s time for me to marry him
I married my husband and my husband’s wife
But don’t you dare speak of my bitch ex-wife
She’s got both of y’all and we share a life
But I’d soon as kiss her as I’d swallow knives
We’ve got two kids from our former vows
But as for this new one, who’s the daddy now?
It may be me or my dear husband Al
Because before she left me we went to town
Maggie’s gonna pop any day now
We still don’t know who, why, when, or how
But it don’t really matter anyhow
‘Cause me, Al, and Sonja really know how to plow
When I looked into that child’s eyes
They didn’t resemble Al’s or mine
Those shining blue marbles I did recognize
They were undeniably Sonja’s eyes
Now Sonja and Maggie have their own home
And Al and I are left all alone
They settled way down in Oklahom’
While we’re still up here in Saskatchewon’
Well Al’s been good to me, a macho man
Willing to get down with anyone he can
I’ll never leave him but I miss our fam
Way down south in the Sooners land
We got invited to their vow renewal
The ceremony was dull but the band was cool
They were called Sister Wife Sex Strike and they kinda ruled
They screamed out their lungs like a band of fools
They played
Sister Wife Wedding
Sister Wife Wedding
Sister Wife Wedding
And they’ve been together 40 long years
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