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big blue house

riding horseback 40 miles will get you down to bakersville
sleep under the stars at night

early to bed
early to rise

when in town youíre finally in
itís the big blue house with the cotton gin
the ground gets dry when the sun gets high

early to bed
early to rise

early to bed
early to rise



  master of none

   another career for the master of none
   another souvenir for the yard sale
   note to self on the back of my hand
   i wasnít listening
   what was the question
   guilt rides like a jockey
   reels you in when you get bold
   has you chomping at the bit
   looking over your shoulder

    in the blink of an eye another war has begun
    another career for the master of none

   with a twist to the left i loosen the cap on the neck
   Ďcause i donít have the answers
   and iím willing to bet you donít either
   so what are we left with
   so you lied about making the grade
   and youíre pulling your hair out
   suffering for art that no one should make
   and thereís that voice again telling me i shouldíve gone fishing

   another career for the master of none
   another career for the master of none

   photo by matt carson

come in, get dry

come in get dry come on inside
come in get dry come on inside
honesty aside i think itís very nice how you arrive at work on time
come in get dry come on inside

come in get dry
the hive is alive
assembly lines
the trinkets float on by
you can pass the time folding staples in the shape of a landmine

come get your bible
itís just up there on the tv
come in get dry come on inside

the week had passed I was home at last it was late
i had some cash and you passed that ass to me
like a good young lady
   then i wrote this song and it all went wrong
   when your hair turned white the christian right started looking better all the time
   and now you get by on prayers and quiet alone time

   you gave me what you had
   took what i could use
   but i never reached your mind after all this time
   if you need a bible the gideons left one in the drawer
   come in get dry come on inside

   photo by matt carson

  wings on

   you could be false no longer
   it seemed the excitement had died
   he was building many things with a wing on either
   side
   and none of them could fly
   it melts beneath you tongue like flavor ice in the high
   school summer time
   but thereís no life left in that story line

   beth what do you think it is that makes you love the
   sweetest tastes

   the candleís crawling down the table
   i think itís time to say 'good night'
   as i seal this envelope i hope youíre sleeping tight
   with the way and the truth and the life
   make sure you keep that golden ring around your head
   iíve heard it said thereís someone whoís supposed to
   be coming
   you may find your answer yet
   it will come when you least expect it

   photo by matt carson

windmill lounge

forgiven of sin and destined to win
itís getting late and iím out again singing "auld lang syne"
the party is leaving but iíll go around one more time
we all been down at the windmill lounge
peepiní at hoes with a glimmer of hope
forgiven of sin
destined to win
i am the man

my cough is distinguished
my posture has slackened
and iíll make promises and do like i always do
and then with stars in my eyes iíll return more or less on time
we was all down at the windmill lounge
searching for a soul in the billowing smoke
destined to win
forgiven of sin
   i am the man

   photo by Scott Mellgren

  step-brother

   stars at night criss across the sky
   if you got nothiní to do you can watch the clouds roll
   by
   step brother i was just thinkiní out loud and there ainít
   no end in sight
   whatcha doiní tonight

   small town hype to waste away your daylight
   since youíve got nothiní to loose I guess itís justified
   step brother wonít you come on by Ďcause i got some
   doob and some high life
   and thatís a good time

   if you see step brother wonít you tell him to come on
   by
   i hope all is forgiven
   Ďcause one more eye for an eye and iíll be blind

 

stephen j.

what youíre lookiní for ainít there
back in the day i knew a thug called stephen j.
'they was on to me', he said
1222 trout avenue
that was his place
the kind the dogs donít come inside
'get Ďem outta here', he said

there were these black holes in his eyes
and i never reached his mind
'you already know too much'

did you ever meet stephen j.
he knew when to stare and he knew when to look away
'they was on to me', he said
man have you seen stephen j.
takes vitamin c and hopes the mormons donít come his way
'they was watchiní me', he said

whatcha lookiní for ainít there
there were these black holes in his eyes
and i never reached his mind

'you already know too much'


   photo by matt carson

 suitable for framing

  someoneís finger was in the moment
  scalloped edbges are turniní brown
  but you can see how we were laughiní
  joeyís drunk ass falliní on the ground
  thatís mark there on the right
  thatís jimmy on the left
  itís suitable for framing but that pictureís just lyiní
  around
  with some spare change and some toothpicks on the
  nightstand

 












wrapped in flags

awaiting further instruction
a small suggestion from a voice of direction
and away we go
never asking why
don't forget to wave as we pull out of the driveway

wrapped in flags we're unexposed
showing jesus so he knows we're on his side
wrapped in flags from head to toe
safe inside, sticking close to our own kind
we can rest our heads at night
we can multiply and divide
it's just like day into night
it comes so easy

awaiting final destruction
while our voice of direction leads us on to perfection
now that we all know
and we've found the light
we won't forget to pray for the                                                                                                                                                                             godless and the blind

                                                                                                                                                                            wrapped in flags we're unexposed
                                                                                                                                                                           showing jesus so he knows we're on                                                                                                                                                                              his side
                                                                                                                                                                             we will fall in line
                                                                                                                                                                             divide and multiply
                                                                                                                                                                             it's just like day into night
                                                                                                                                                                             it comes so easy

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