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Exit Strategy
03:28
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Exit Strategy
leaves are getting thin
out there on the limb
you can see the landscape
in all its naked heartache
full force of the wind
cutting thru my chin
sand of my glass jaw
rolling thru the back door
mind on the prize
nose to the grind
head in the clouds
boat on the brine
I'm owning this moment
victory is mine
hands on the plow
toes on the line
moving on what's next
charging up my steps
goosebumps are my map quest
follow my excitement
shattered like a glass floor
picking up my slack jaw
no stitch left to hem haw
you don’t get what you don’t ask for
resistance is fertile
friction grows the flame
furrows on my brow
glisten with gasoline
the tiger needs an eyepatch
since I grabbed my groove back
goddamn I got a deep scratch
nothing gonna salve that
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Holding Pattern
03:10
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Holding Pattern
lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine
need to sharpen the edge of my battle cry
I got one foot rooted in the mess I'm in
and the other one moving on, I'm spreading thin
blade to the path, I don't chiromance
got a read on the backside of the task at hand
I'm catching lumps taking it on the chin
most times where you're at aint where you're trying to get
I fall to pieces like Humpty Dump
the hunch in my back is packed with psychic junk
I'm sweeping up, sorting wants and needs
I aint trying to keep what don't fit up my sleeve
rebuilding the backend, updating the code
rearranging the furniture up in my dome
I'm YouTubing yoga, stretching my limbs
expanding my reach till I'm handling it
drop a line in the water, you catch a boot sometimes
resistance and dead weight are not too hard to find
fish in a barrel aint no fun to eat
I'm seven seas deep, harpoon tucked in my teeth
a head that's liquid got some give
what slips through the cracks parts for the fin
flash in the pan evaporate quick
it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick
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Motivational Blues
02:20
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Motivational Blues
I got nothing left to take that won't fit on my frame
I've given it all away
I aint holding nothing but a guitar and a song
and a little something something hey hey
I don't want what can't fit in my lungs
give me some room to breathe and a bit of that indica
meow super trooper I'm a real Roto-Rooter
chewing thru till I get unstuck
dirt in my teeth, chasing grit with elbow grease
got a gullet full of sticks and mud
I'm going to bite off more than I can chew
that's how you find out just what you can get thru
I aint sitting on my hands, no if buts or ands
I aint praying on my knees
getting down to work, inspiration is for jerks
the muse aint the boss of me
I'm going to try and fail and fail and try some more
until I get at that getting at I'm searching for
hot to the touch, got a bug in my rump
busting hump every day
luck is for chumps, these hands fist pump
my fingers don't cross they bang
I don't want what I didn't earn
that candle's got more surface to burn
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4. |
Off the Stone
03:59
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one grain at a time
lifting weight from the stone
giving up to the wind
what ain't mine to hold
can't tip the slope of the hill
got to lessen the load
tectonic plates
ain't got nothing on me
rearranging my face
grinding glacially
where I'm at right now
ain't where I'm going to be
roll away the moss
motion shakes off debris
everything you lost
is something that you don't need
sometimes getting crushed
is just getting free
every step of the way
every bend of the fold
I'm breaking skin
crawling out of my mold
I ain't the same as I was before
what I am right now
tomorrow won't be no more
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5. |
Paid
03:50
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Paid
piss and moan don't get nothing grown
aint no way around the work
I'm up to my teeth in foiled schemes
keeping my mouth free of dirt
two steps back aint nothing jack
but a running start
9 to 5's getting me by
while I commoditize my heart
I wanna get paid
gonna grab me a slice
they say money don't buy everything
but it buy everything I like
row my boat against the flow
common sense aint my friend
if I had a lick I would take the hint
and hang up my pen
but I'm a stubborn man
gonna lay down tracks till my craft catches wind
if you don't hoist that mainsail
you aint gonna do nothing much but drift
I don't rock no bling, that aint my thing
I don't roll with rent round my neck
I'm living like a king on some rice and beans
bouncing from check to check
pinching pennies and dimes for some studio time
my head aint getting less thick
I do it for the art, because it's from the heart
but you can't eat a 7" split
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Punching Trees
03:03
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Punching Trees
bound to crack some eggs when you're hatching plan
I'm breaking dirty, I got hatchet hands
there's more than one way to get across
I'm riding backdraft, tossing matches like a boss
small mind fit inside small frame
hanging big picture on the walls of my brain
adjust the angle of the view
till the colors pop and the sound rings true
ear to the ground, rumble pulling me down the road
that siren song got me locked in like Hypnotoad
moving forward, I've gathered my wits
they're tied up in a kerchief at the end of a stick
how lucid is the dream
how tight is the stitch of the seam
there's glue in everything
there aint no meant to be
carving a fit for my frequency in the mix
high pass the mud, notch filter my niche
eyes peeled, poised to grab the glitch
010 01 get it in
feet in my shoes and a new attitude
abide like The Dude when life gets rude
I'm punching trees, gathering building blocks
plucking the fruit of hard knocks
pockets in my clothes
holes in my prose
songbird takes (absorbing) life from the worm in the rose
I'm building flight (getting light) off the meat of the blight
toss my view my view like a kite to catch a higher sight
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7. |
Reboot
02:53
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8. |
Tool
03:50
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Tool
getting dirty and down to work
hands underneath the hood
frontal lobe ‘neath my fingernails
d.i.y. I don’t knock on wood
I might be out of luck
but I ain't afraid of rut
every valley’s got peaks
I might never get out this crevice
but it won’t be 'cause I didn’t reach
you can give off heat
or take it away
you can be the radiator
or the drain
haters don’t say nothing but nay
it’s the only phrase they know
I’m trying to keep my head moving
on a different kind of flow
this aint no cruise ship, if you aint moving
get out and push
bound to get your feet wet some
get on little doggie mush
stop motion couldn’t capture this slow growth
I’m plugging along
hard to take in the scope of momentum
when the arch is so long
early bird catches the worm
early worm wiggles off of the hook
I’m writhing like a snake in the ocean
dancing ‘round every rule in the book
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9. |
Upper Cut
02:50
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Uppercut
struggling to find my place
these clumsy hands can't catch no break
hustling, too dumb too quit
guess some folks aint got no sense
nothing left to do
chin up and punch through
feeling anything but whole
busted, every kind of broke
the pieces shift, can't get a grip
never been quite this over it
hard rain filling up the boat
best laid plans don't always float
the tide just rips, it don't rise or lift
20,000 leagues sitting on my chest
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