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Counterfeit
04:40
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I gotta leave this rotation and breathe exhilaration
Among red sky and rock formations
Soul traveling with bird migrations
Live in log cabins and forget the rest
Never having people to impress
Won’t cellphone, won’t buy it, won’t be well dressed
Live in the present and enjoy the quest
Free me from counterfeit
Give me a truer grip
Free me from counterfeit
Give me a truer grip
Free me
Free me
From counterfeit
Abandon all imitation
Action without termination
Travel roads across the nation
Clearness in continuation
Live in log cabins and forget the rest
Never having people to impress
Won’t cellphone, won’t buy it, won’t be well dressed
Live in the present and enjoy the quest
Free me from counterfeit
Give me a truer grip
Free me from counterfeit
Give me a truer grip
Free me
Free me
From counterfeit
Yeah, I’ll strike a match and burn the blue spruce
Moonlight striking a still moose
Jumping fish and summer mist at dawn
Good morning yawn and move along
Free me from counterfeit
Give me a truer grip
Free me from counterfeit
Give me a truer grip
Free me
Free me
From counterfeit
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2. |
Folkly Fun
03:02
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Outgrew the home phone and left the safe zone
I’m running wild into the unknown
Into the next home
What I could buy was ramen noodles
Don’t need the upgrade to toaster strudels
Don’t need the nice home
I like this shit hole
We made the weekend fireworks explode
We stain our best clothes with beer and noodles
Don’t want a home phone or the same zone
I worked the weekdays to fill a wallet
I grabbed my half-gal out of my closet
Then was happy or whatever you call it
We despise the days with weakest sun
And blaze above the air and oxygen
Minds align and days are paper mâché
Thrown together until dried into place
I didn’t feel free
I couldn’t educate
My mind to think straight
Money took place of my fire
I need a escape
I’m an inmate and I’m in checkmate
Capital mindset I need to forget
I need community free of the four year degree
Yeah, we can’t be the land of free thinking
We despise the days with weakest sun
And blaze above the air and oxygen
Minds align and days are paper mâché
Thrown together until dried into place
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Coyote
03:29
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Before we could drive, we would walk all night
From bricktown streets to a beach campsite
We knew the steps without flashlight
Bonfire burns away black flies
We chose to rave during hurricanes
Our tents blown away to the coyotes
Had to rest our heads on flooded ground
Just to have a friend around
Howling every night to the light of moon
Echoing the lakeside with the red-eyed loons
What gives you reason?
What gives you name?
The people and pines brought peace to brain
We communicate up late until it’s all been said
And rip the dirt road home in the truck bed
Howling every night to the light of moon
Echoing the lakeside with the red-eyed loons
Hang out spots, pick a parking lot
The meeting ground before the night unlocks
A driveway jammed with a hundred cars
Voices ricochet stars thoughts turn bizarre
Howling every night to the light of moon
Echoing the lakeside with the red-eyed loons
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4. |
Sunsoak
03:58
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Sungroove
Wheels move
Swimsuit
Good mood
You soothe my everything sore
We cruise along salt-water shores
We talk
Classic rock
And thoughts about
Body shock
Yeah honey, give me what you got
Can we burn the endless clock?
Let’s coast
Exhaust smoke
We roll with the windows down on the town grove
It never gets old to sunsoak
To sunsoak
Shoot me with antidote
Let’s take the wind and sail the boat
Sunsoak
Sunsoak
I got the antidote
Let’s take the wind and sail the boat
Wrestling rounds
I’m tired out
Hours of town left
To circle round
Feeling risky
Getting frisky
Be with me momentarily
Your energy is blue and green
Reveal to me what it means
Chorus
(Verse 1 repeats)
Let’s coast
Exhaust smoke
We roll with the windows down on the town grove
It never gets old to sunsoak
To sunsoak, to sunsoak, to sunsoak
Shoot me with antidote
Let’s take the wind and sail the boat
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5. |
Moonshiner
04:30
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Cover of "Moonshiner" by Uncle Tupelo
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6. |
Freedumb
03:38
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We took down a foreign crown
We wiped out the forest sounds
Can profit and property turn the country around?
Let’s wage war
Young armies will flood in for a cause that politicians spin
And at gunpoint, they’re unknowing where bullets begin
Freedom deceived
They have families to feed
Pockets to feed, putting industry above humanity
Golden harvesting, killing, all for liberty
The real exchange is dollar bills for bones
Force thousands of native tribes from thousand year homes
Rags to riches scams, build a dam, flood the land
Indigenous people are suited into ties and khaki pants
Your culture and land crammed into packaged cans
Learn a new language, buy some khaki pants
They’ll cut your hair, give you clothes to wear
Your people are unmarked graves under the subway stairs
You know it’s fair in polluted air
Your life for power, money, glory is a tricky switch
Fatal marketing pitch to rest in a 6 foot ditch
Blow up battle ships while we cultivate a mix
Of huge income to make us filthy rich
I sat down
I couldn’t figure it out
I saw simpler clouds
Rather than shooting rounds
I respected death and the power of success
I left town where there is home-like sounds
And I walked the scenic route
No conclusions came and the reason remained unnamed
Will the world ever find its way?
The real exchange is dollar bills for bones
Force thousands of native tribes from thousand year homes
Rags to riches scams, build a dam, flood the land
Indigenous people are suited into khaki pants
Your culture and land crammed into packaged cans
Learn a new language, what a package plan
They’ll cut your hair, give you clothes to wear
Your people are unmarked graves under the subway stairs
You know it’s fair in polluted air
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7. |
The Vine
02:39
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I was born in lies
I was born for living
I was born to break
Or break free from spinning
Steady the twist
It’s a heavy vine
Rupturing spines
While the serpent bites
It was just okay
They spoke in grays
Their shadows spread
Perpetual shade
In the folding layers
Being forced to move along
Ladders climbing the sky
Until we’re gone
On the way through age,
We burnt our sage
We acted unfazed when we lost our base
We entered the craze and had ourselves to reshape
When mazes left us lost
When mazes left us lost
In the grain
A beer case and a head case
Shook hands at a good pace
Guzzling the cold until it erased
Stopped answering the neighbors
Stopped thanking all my saviors
Left behind by the pack
Left alone in the back
Ungroovable
Unmovable
The vine can be snapped
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8. |
Outlook
03:48
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My eyes widened like a telescope
I’m seeing solar flares at a closer look
The universe handed over fresh outlooks
Never mind the books; there’s new spice to cook
Share the full moon, don’t it feel right
The people we know disappear from sight
We stop and think in the turning light
That’s it gone like lighting from Zeus’s strike
Where are we walking?
The place where it all locks in.
The spot where it all feels good
Where everything is where it should.
We ate ramen, we slept in late
Everything changed to a later date
We had good food on the dinner plate
The peace we found was an interstate
Mind body spirit heaven hell or nothing
No start no finish only the in-between
No answers but being free
Love and greed are both easy
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9. |
Ocean Blenders
02:56
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Fireside,
Coffeepot cranked
Our heads relax as we fill up the tank
She died her hair and she spoke with flow
Her body tensed and let everything go
Her love was a fruit fusion, a blend grooving
Colorful explosions, a flavor of ocean
Well-spoken body warming her eyes wide open
With her every motion a blend of ocean
Soul bass lines and dimmed down lights
Giant glass windows and mountain views
The morning comes and so does the dew
We slept to connect neck to neck to cure the blues
The floodgates broke, emotions became rapids
Feeling and zipping until bones flipping causing tears of acid
We maneuver the flood water to where the happiness happens
Making love with each other, clearing cloud cover
Yeah we always recover to that colorful explosion
A blend of ocean
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Steven Yardley Burlington, Vermont
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