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Trigger-Happy Texan
03:46
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Here we go again,
with a blast as bright as the sun.
Here we go again,
with yellow ribbons for everyone.
We’re all to blame
for this new estate.
We’re all to blame.
We thought it couldn’t get worse.
It’s gotten worse.
And it’s getting worse.
We thought it couldn’t get worse;
we thought we’d figured it all out,
but now there’s a
trigger-happy Texan
in the White House.
Here we go again,
with our peace baton in hand.
Here we go again,
to redecorate another foreign land.
We’re all to blame.
We should be ashamed.
We’re all to blame.
And now we’re home again,
with the jaws of progress wide.
But we’re alone again,
and the wolf’s in
shepherd’s clothes this time.
We’re all to blame
for this new estate.
We’re all to blame.
We should be ashamed.
We’re all to blame,
and it’s time to pay.
We’re all to blame.
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Unimpossible
03:16
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I swear, I swear
I saw you first.
I know you don’t believe it.
But I dragged you
two thousand miles west,
and now I’d say we’re even.
You may think I’m unimpressible,
but you know you’re unforgettable.
We’re not only indestructible;
we’re unimpossible.
When I walked into that bar that night,
I swear, I swear I was shaking,
because when you smiled at me
from that window seat,
I knew my life was changing.
And everything I knew
said you were too good to be true,
which just proves
I don’t know anything anyway.
Without a moment’s hesitation
or an opening line,
without a thought to preservation
I was newly defined.
An accidental situation
never felt so well designed,
so well organized.
And you may think I’m unimpressible,
but you know you’re unforgettable.
We’re not only indestructible;
we’re unimpossible.
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3. |
Doing Fine
04:27
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What a way to start the year.
All the family friends were there
before the first big storm blew out
to put my father in the ground.
We went through all the policies,
we wrote a moving eulogy,
we each picked up a yellow rose,
we closed the box,
and we all went home.
Life returned to normal then;
there was work to do
and bills to send.
I updated my addresses
and fortified all my defenses.
Now those days are so well protected
behind a wall of
two thousand condolences
with the smell of aftershave
and dreams of being saved.
But I’m not in denial, anyway.
You can say what you will,
but I’m still doing fine,
and it’s obvious that
I’m not in denial, anyway.
You can say what you will,
but I’m still doing fine.
On the day after he went,
my mother got her birthday present:
in a vase of yellow roses,
the card read, “All my love.”
And a stunned silence descended.
He’d called it in from his deathbed.
That’s the kind of man he was.
I’ll never be half the man he was.
And no, I never dream about
a miracle recovery,
dream it was all a dream
and he’s still waiting there for me.
And no, I never dream about
taking back all that
senseless shouting.
And no, I never wonder why.
And no, I never cry.
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4. |
The Best Way
04:10
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“Give it back,” she said,
“I’ll trade my freedom for
a photograph,”
pretending ending isn’t starting,
that her heart is hardly breaking,
that her hands are hardly shaking.
And the mess she’s hardly making
justifies the pills
She’s taking too much time,
afraid to look,
and more afraid of what she’ll find
when she opens up
those little curtains in her mind.
It makes it hard to
leave it all behind.
But she’s a big girl now.
She’s gonna make it somehow.
And though I’d never say
that that’s the best way,
well, if it works for her,
what can I say?
“Give it time,” I said.
“You try to race yourself,
you’ll fall behind,
always breaking
what you’re building.”
Though the flesh is always willing,
disappointment’s always killing,
and the tears never stop spilling.
And in a little while
she’ll make up her mind
to get on with her life.
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Johnny High Ground Cleveland, Ohio
Mostly solo stuff from that one guy from whatever... (That was the name of the band. Really. I know.)
Johnny High Ground recommends:
Torch Song
by Radiator Hospital
You probably already knew about this band. They sound kinda like the Shins on speed. My nephew Jon plays bass.
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My brother plays bass, too—only jazz, not indie rock. He made this amazing album and I love it SO MUCH.
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Look, it's my old band!
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Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover.
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Fans of Marine Girls and Talulah Gosh will find a lot to love in the new EP from Allie Hanlon's long-running fuzz-pop project.
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