1. |
Yellow and Red
03:04
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i'm a pacer
mind racer
professional straight facer
head-acher
teeth-grater
a defense mechinator
hang a painting in a rut
copywrite a nervous strut
i brought this on my own head
all my lights are yellow and red
it's the storm after the calm
nails like spades in graveyard palm
each yielding a new undead
possibility to dread
i've winced at every flashing fang
and lived to face the mirror again
maybe if you stopped feeding them
the nightly visits would end
hang a painting in a rut
copywrite a nervous strut
i brought this on my own head
all my lights are yellow and red
choke on my own buttered bread
how can i ever move ahead
intersections in my head
all my lights are yellow and red
what me
worry
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2. |
I Forget
02:10
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you can make fun of me because my memory's shit
mnemonic devices don't seem to help a bit
i don't know what to do
i scratch my head and cuss
i won't remember you
but i consider that a plus
my memory's shit
i'm used to it
quick write it down
before i forget
what was your name again
what's that number again
this information's basic
oh how could i forget
that's ancient history
i must've blocked it out
wait that was yesterday
what were we talking 'bout
my memory's shit
i'm used to it
quick write it down
before i forget
my memory's shit
i'm used to it
quick write it down
before i forget
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3. |
Chameleon Skin
03:23
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he changed colors for her jungle
and she loved him in his skin
but in dreams oh in dreams
his chameleon skin
betrayed him again
chameleon skin
betrayed him again
he's gone to where the water's cold
and the dinner is raw
where teeth grind like dancers
in his discotheque jaw
he changed colors for her jungle
and the danger ahead
with the shifting pressures in his head
went to bed
and woke up in red
he woke up in red
chameleon skin
betrayed him again
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4. |
Merlot
04:40
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there was a fire but you wouldn't know
forever ago
there was a fire but you wouldn't know
charcuterie and merlot
come in from the cold
oh the stains on the walls
where the damage shows
and the smell we carried
in our hair and our clothes
will it ever go
she's got a nose
do you smell smoke
she's gotta know
are we alone
self-immolation in the other room
you saw the clouds in the hall
your hands and your knees
red knob in your palm
alarm singing on
she's got a nose
do you smell smoke
she's gotta know
are we alone
in our happy home
we did not inherit this house from our parents
built it on our own
mortar and stone
are we alone
in our smoke free home
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5. |
The Roof
02:19
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he's standing on the roof
what's he gonna do
is he looking at the sky
or is he looking down on you
down on you
static on the radio
on the wind is something new
she said do you know how late it is
he said do you
he said do you
he's standing on the roof
what's he gonna do
he's standing on the roof
and it's not for the view
did you read the news today
choose not to participate
remember when we shouted
kill your tv
then bought the upgrade
it's ok
the upgrade
he's not holier than you
he's just looking for the truth
he's standing on the roof
and he's got one hell of a view
hell of a view
he's standing on the roof
what's he gonna do
he's standing on the roof
and it's not for the view
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6. |
Swang
03:00
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grandpa tied a chain or two
around that old oaken limb
to watch the sun set on the years
and hear the last of the birds sing
she said these bodies we have pleasured
will betray us in the end
he winked and said i bet we can
make use of them again if we just
swing
just swing
swing
swing
she punched the clock and it punched her back
with those ever-swinging hands
if this is what you call a living wage
she didn't stand a chance
at the end of another day
which was like every other day
she found herself hung by a thread
the little voice inside her head said
swing
just swing
swing
swing
i knew you at the bottom
until i meet you at the top
the rushing of the wind and the gut flop is all we've got
do you struggle with the knot
i am sawing at the rope
swing your feet and maybe we
can get a fucking chuckle 'fore we croak
if we just
swing
just swing
swing
swing
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Smoke Free Home Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Smoke Free Home are a punk rock trio from Oshkosh, Wisconsin.
Jesse Tubeszewski - Vocals
Kevin Sonnleitner - Bass
Alex Lautenschlager - Drums
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