Weekly Song Project v3

by Jonathan Burks

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headed down south I've got some time and money to burn I'm gonna dip down and get a bit further from her the women around here are cold, I'm going where it never snow need a sea change I'm dropping to that lower coast I'm from the midwest, got a pinched nose on my drawl within three days I'll be talking like all of ya'll I'm going to get that Southern gait in my stride I got a Southern woman on my mind it's been many years, been many moons I'm still kicking round that sun cooked image of you on a beach in the southeast of my youth I was wilder then, so were you it's been a long time I know that you're not around still I'm gonna breeze thru a couple of our favorite haunts gonna ghost when I seen all I care to see just like I did you, like she did me I'm going down south I got my tail between my legs I'm gonna cut off my beard and try on a different face the women round here are cold, I'm going where it never snow I need a sea change, I'm dropping to that lower coast
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a lot of people hem and haw not my girl, she get her point across a real go getter, she got wants and needs a hot potato, she a real hum ding hard headed women, she don't kowtow she might bend over but she don't beg or bow she cut a fine figure when she switch and toss it's like the ocean moving in me when she walks she don't complain, she don't 'aw shucks' a bird of prey, she don't quack or cluck she knows me bad, she knows me good she don't try and save me, she don't aught or should
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echo of the savage call all caps wet on the wall moonlight like fruit on the branch the backend of a second chance sometimes the rub don't spark no fire, uh huh what's done is done and it aint yet begun, say what? ad hoc pile of meat and nails the brute force of a billion fails toy gears spit and whine serving up the ol' bump and grind rub a dub dub and then some, uh huh what's done is done and that aint no fun, ha ha loose threads in the rope-a-dope sewn up with a stick and poke stone cold fist of truth all up in the face of proof
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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 I'm 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 I got 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 glasses on my nose, chewing on some prose songbird takes life from the worm in the rose I'm building flight on the meat of the blight tossing tunes like a kite to catch a higher sight
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lately my mouth don't do nothing but whine need to sharpen the edges 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 has got some give what slips through the cracks parts for the fin flash in the pan evaporates quick it's the grease on the grill that makes the fire stick
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leaves are getting thin out here on the limb you can see the landscape in all it's vacant 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 with embryonic 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 get what you ask for resistance is fertile friction grows the flame furrows on my brow could use some gasoline the tiger needs an eyepatch went ahead and grabbed my groove back man, I got a deep scratch nothing gonna salve that
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getting dirty and down to work hands underneath the hood frontal lobe ‘neath my fingernails diy 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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before I was born, I never existed now I'm around, aint that a trip and when I'm gone I won't know what I'm missing it's a strange time, when you got a human mind jump the shark or make like a fish gotta get across, cuz that's where it is there's always a path there aint always a bridge it's a wed ride, when you got a human mind a chord is struck, the die is cast love and luck spill and splash it's quite the show if you can catch it going past it's a swinging vine, when you got a human mind red foot blue foot, alchemic twist cosmic Jenga, whoops there it is when the cookie crumbles honey it tumbles quick it's a crush and grind, when you got a human mind
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you've got to ask the right questions showing up is half the math of the equation electrify the rules you do you ride that path like a ripcord the blade is in the blue twist it good, drink the color of the day null test zero proof this is all there is check the math sweet jubilation you've got to ask the right questions why oh why in every variation grab a fistful of truth you are the map, there is no destination forever gone forever you forever push and shove a strangers arm around your shoulder null test zero proof this is all there is check the math sweet jubilation
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I don't want to philosophize or pick at the bone I just want to rock and roll don't want to classify or dig a hole I just want to rock and roll don't want to think, can't get no peace worried all the time breaking neath the weight of a heavy mind I don't want to analyze the contents of my soul I just want to rock and roll I don't want to moralize or take control I just want to rock and roll I'm broke but I aint spent got some kick in me yet and a thing or two I'd like to do I don't want to criticize or bitch and moan I just want to rock and roll I aint living for anything but the rhythm and the code long live rock and roll I don't want to think, can't get no peace worried all the time breaking neath the weight of a heavy mind
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got my guit-box slung up on my shoulder and a bottle of wine in a paper bag strolling to the park gonna let my heart feast on all the brown things turning green all around me I'm looking good and I'm feeling even better sandals is my boots and the sun is my sweater it's springtime in WI hallelujah amen in the midwest we undress when trees put on flesh when birds and bees sweeten the nest with bits of nourishment it's encouraging, self esteem flourishing shameless flirting with the practically shirtless you're looking good baby I want to get to know you better and if it gets breezy I wanna be your sweater it's springtime in WI hallelujah amen feeling easy like Sunday morning sunshine or thunder storming winter's gone and summers on it's way and then comes fall my favorite season of them all I'm making my way thru the moment today taking in this springalicous Wisconsin day I'm looking good and I'm feeling even better sandals is my boots and the sun is my sweater it's springtime in WI hallelujah amen
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it's a good and short con, pawn to king four a simplified playbook, that's complexity well informed by hook or crook, by tooth and nail a win aint nothing but the lump sum of every fail time oh time slipping away me and nothing getting closer every day math and creation intersect in ways and places we aint discovered yet I am where I'm going, where I'm getting to we aint nothing but the shadow of a light that's passing through everyone got their own version of truth a way to think about love and how to do by hook or crook, by tooth and nail you can be the handle or the hole in the pail time oh time slipping away me and nothing getting closer everyday nothing oh nothing getting closer everyday
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shifting of balance from left to right from right to left, forever all the time you can't loose when the game is to give easier said than done but possible, yes it is attention is a lens, a bucket, a device a blade that cuts any which way depending how you slice and dice you can't loose when the game is to give every moment is an opening, get it in go first be a quick friend spark a little light wanna see something different? put it in your sight you can't loose when the game is to give everything's always happening, yes it is
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it was the Year of the Fulcrum Pivot his dance moves were blocks of rust she stepped on his toes till feet flowed they sailed off fit to bust he wasn't big on games of chance cautiously he threw down on black she bet on red, she lit up his head he pushed in his entire stack so close, so far away the word sits dumb on the tip of a tongue in a mouth that's too proud to pray it was the Year of the Fulcrum Pivot she took his rough farmer hand into the world like a flag unfurled she was the cloth of his thought, his breath so close, so far away the word sits dumb on the tip of a tongue in a head that don't know how to pray
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I try to keep my mind on the sunny side of the street but my feet they creep can't seem to keep my tracks on a solid path toes grabbing nothing but sand hand full of slivers, shiver me timbers pull that schtick, bust a gut until it heave ho a ragged melody wearing out my body dressing up the blues stomping out that heartache wearing out my dancing shoes birds of a feather form cozy formations I'm flying solo got a futzy inner magnet flight path erratic, head full of static this is the only life, grab it we are corpses projecting from the grave we get one trip around the flame until we hit that light and say goodnight I can smell my wings singe every time I wave goodbye
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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 aint sitting on my duff, got a bug in my butt 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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one grain at a time lifting weight from the stone giving up to the wind what aint mine to hold can't tip the slope of the hill gotta lessen the load techtonic plates aint got nothing on me rearranging my face grinding glacially where I'm at right now aint where I'm gonna 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 aint the same as I was before what I am right now tomorrow won't be no more
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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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I asked for a sign, didn't like what it said I kept on keeping on instead they say nothing beats a fail but a try guess that's one thing I'm doing right been kicking round the same old tunes tangled up in a predictable hue all the ink I've spilled on rambling songs aint floating me none or getting me gone stubborn is as stupid does my head knows better but my feet won't budge my donkey-sense has got me frozen in this track some kind of death down every other path I wrote my self into a bit part now I'm sketching out the framework of a fresh start they say nothing beats a fail but a try I'm gonna mess it up good tonight
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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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sweet little pearl of light dropping in off of heaven bright here from the edge of the unknown welcome to the wild great picture show bundle of proof that love exists one plus one and there you is can't wait to see how you get grown welcome to the wild great picture show you're the best parts of your dad and mom you righteous mix tape, you little best of comp you're the only you we've ever known welcome to the wild great picture show outside sweetie it's a nasty game in between it and your little frame are heads and hearts to shield you from the row aint nothing as crazy as the wild great picture show swirl of star stuff, little building block show this old world just what you got don't believe everything you know and welcome to the wild great picture show
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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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I been writing more than I been living I been talking to myself more than anybody else it's an odd inclination I been given love the alone time, live for the song I been thinking, lord I been thinking round and round these walls my thoughts scramble and crawl the only time my soul is calm completely is when my head is empty and there's room for the song it's all been sung and done before I know stronger hands than these have crafted finer works of prose this light aint the brightest but it shines love the limitations, live for the rhyme I been dreaming, baby I been scheming thought maps on the ceiling, post-its on the cabinet doors let this be my tombstone when I'm gone die when you have to, live for the song
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get up or stay down you do or you don't aint no middle ground keep on or quit that's the only choice there is cash out or double down you can only rule the day till tomorrow comes round get up, move something hard work is itself a means to an end what others do, what others don't aint your business, mind your own grab the fire, feel the burn sometimes the gain is just how it's earned I'm grateful for what I got it's all I need, aint that a lot? I got plans, I got goals present tense is where it all unfolds giving up is the only sin if you loose the day, night is yours to win
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better bet on yourself, don't let no one tell you how to do people love to pin you in the limits of their little view the future is an unknown can't nobody say no sooth you gotta be a skeptic but don't let it rhyme with excuse it's hard work finding the good sometimes aint that the truth there's a lot you can't change but something's always up to you you don't get what you want, you get what you get if your minds locked down you won't see no openings aint nothing for certain, many ways of getting it cut your own path, build a home to house your highest truth there's a lot you can't change, other stuff is up to you what you see is what you get, better reinvent your point of view pivot or press on, iterate out them beta blues that legacy frame aint no longer serving you version on up, get on that you point two
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42 years old recovering alcoholic Jon Burks is in the place the stage, man I'm on it Johny Bizzle with the flame to the wick rock a many style, flow indiscriminate from Woody Guthrie to Old Dirty Bastard my influences range from Wimbledon to Nascar I'm not the hardest, not the farthest out still I get around when I roustabout from the Zoom up to the final cut keep it from the gut when I light it up wanna check my stats go ahead and Google me got more tracks than black and yellow got bumble bee I'm not your average rock and roll maverick I be the butter spread on all kinds of sandwiches bring the dip and the fixings for your munchies five second rule, gritty and grungy serve up the floor save with a side of straight face drop a little fly into the soup of the stage like a home cooked meal gets you a different kind of stuffed feel it in my gut when I light it up captain crabby, king curmudgeon only happy when I'm banging out beats in the dungeon got an attitude that could use adjustment me and my git-box, we got some blues to bludgeon dig in and feast, wipe the fur from your teeth I don't keep the lucky foot I eat the whole beast and I been wrestling rabbits till I'm straight jacket manic, bass drum kicking like a habitt it's the missing link that catches the release so I keeps my mange free range off the leash open head like Whoopi on Next Gen when I push pen and Ten Forward my two cents from the Zoom up through to the final cut I keep it from my gut when I light it up
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I’m walking, I’m drifting, I’m free Like bits of weave tumbling city street Aint nothing as clean as the dust I’m kicking up, disturbed and unstuck It’s no good to go it alone That’s just a hardwired fact of the code That DNA graffiti of old Sketched deep in the walls of our soul I aint missing as much as I can Rabbit ears tuned hot on the scent Them satellite pupils redact There stands the darkness taken aback Well it’s no good to go it alone So they say, don’t cha know I’m reaching out the meat of my soul Shaking hand and getting to know The cold arms of forever the squeeze Every you, every me There’s joy in the absence of proof Between the lines of every me and you The fork in the eye of the road Between getting there and where you go It’s no good to go it alone That’s just a hardwired fact of the code That DNA graffiti of old Sketched deep in the walls of our soul
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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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got a heavy handed touch of winter madness feeling lowdown, sunken like Atlantis need me a Stargate, my mind-frame aint taking me no place I want to be my brain got a chemical glitch that makes me wish I didn't exist from time to time my mind gets sick but I'm figuring it out man I'm dealing with it I aint even entertaining the notion just describing the view from this low in the ocean it's hard to see the plankton for the trees when you all up in the teeth of the beast flossing alcohol free going on year three but my demons got mouths to feed they got new moves used to beat 'em down with the booze still learning how to use my new tools won't you lend your lungs to me I could use a melody blue is the surface, darker are the depths reporting from the floor till I'm running out of breath I'm sinking down, I'm getting low feeling alright, it come and go pacing around my kitchen, breaking down like fission pull up the game plan and reevaluate the mission I get nuclear when I meltdown, forget to breathe deep and countdown it aint effective, need a new method a proportioned response to the challenges presented sometimes I get too upset can't elevate above the noise-floor in my head waves of static screaming I'm pile steaming over the pettiest of reasons I'm keeping on the light side of the force but deep seated issues got a tight grip on my Swartz I'll be alright man, I aint quitting I just need to stare at this wall a minute convert the tense to present, unwrap each second no returns on what the moment is presenting can't all be tinsel and bows chunks of coal aint nothing but fuel for the fire yo they say it's darkest before the dawn from my window aint no shadows on the lawn I'm sinking down, I'm getting low feeling alright it come and go
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let me keep my dignity I’ll give you my time an honest day for honest pay shouldn’t be this hard to find it ain’t the task that’s hard to do but all the loops you have to punch through can’t just do a thing and go home you have to beg for that bone you need them more than they need you that simple math ain’t so hard to do upper hand and a bottom line the monkey in the middle is you let me keep my dignity I’ll give you my time an honest day for honest pay shouldn’t be this hard to find 40 hours don’t buy a lot better get a roommate or a second job in a neighborhood where you might get shot still just scraping by got insurance but can’t get sick deductible’s about 10 months rent chewed up tongue and a battered spine walking that company line let me keep my dignity I’ll give you my time an honest day for honest pay shouldn’t be this hard to find
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In my head, on my mind where you're at most of the time the only me you can stand the one you see in my head in my head where I creep watching you while you sleep pure and golden in the honey dawn like a line from someone else's song a common ghost, the ageless haunt the empty house, the telltale heart pulled up floorboards, fist-hole drywall you flood and breath through every portal In my head is where I'm at I tend to stay where I get you back the only you I get to see the only happy I'll ever be
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rocked out at the corner bar jamming with the band last night and we did alright wanna do it more, wanna do it more high as a kite on song and dance forgot my troubles had a blast all night and it was all right wanna do it more, wanna do it more once upon a time a woman, so fine, she was mine it ain’t no lie I did alright wanna do it more, wanna do it more then again lonely ain’t so bad to be no heartache, no headache living easy and free wanna do it more, wanna do it more playing and flirting, finding and searching waking and disturbing every quiet inbetween did my self a good deed the other day helping out a friend funny thing was it felt pretty good we both benefited in the end I want to do it more, wanna do it more a stranger did me kindly when luck was not my friend so much of the time people suck but we come through for each other in the end wanna do it more, wanna do it more give me more faith and more trust, more street sense make me tough enough to use all the tools you need to get by in this life raise a glass, lend a hand let’s celebrate, don’t nothing last alright little bits of bright in the endless night in the endless night waking and breathing feels so good this evening I'm aching and seething with being and it feels so cool wanna do it more, wanna do it more give me more struggle and more gain more love and more pain give me more and more and more and more and more
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there's a moth trying hard to navigate but it's dark and the only thing open's a flame well it's sharp and it's mean but it's giving heat and that's where he's gonna blaze he'll burn till he's gone, like a shadow on the lawn till the sun strip him away in a hot whiff of ether he'll sing himself to sleep and get up and do it again my mind spies a young man with no kind of plan drinking in an alleyway in a good ol' lake town on midwestern ground where the tribes used to gather and trade he's feeling quite small, like there's no point at all don't every thing get taken away so stupid and sweet, lazily dreaming drunk in an alleyway now when he moves his mouth don't nothing come out but another tired country cliche with a dog long dead and no wife in his bed he figures he'll move away the years pass by and his shoes they fly but his feet can't find their place like a moth to the flame every fall from grace ends the same
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an old guitar is a thing of beauty I wonder how many hands this body’s known how many sat in this folding chair before me trying to get some kind of hold I’m down and lower bound here it comes that not-feeling feeling suddenly everywhere always a torn and forever comfortless tapestry an endless chorus of relentless told-you-so‘s how do I remember when I’m in a fail-brain mode what my good side seems to always know nothing lasts, it aint personal you’re never really suffering alone
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WSP_0244_A Single Prayer (A) (D) If I die tomorrow, tonight let me get some (A) (D) don’t let e walk out this world alone and untouched (E) (D) I’m not the one you want (E) (D) (C) (E) this is the only frame of reference we got I fall in a little in love with most women I meet it don’t take a whole lot of wind to disturb my feet you’re not the only one I want This is the only frame of reference we got too stubborn to settle, too old for chasing around it’s been awhile but I think I can pick up what you’re setting down for comfort and company I could be of use let me be your tall drink of nothing but something to do
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(G) (Em) hard up, aint had no loving in days in weeks, in months, it’s making blue my brains can I see your mercy? I’m your charity case won’t you front or back some loving my way? (A) (C) too broke to give you no line I never been too proud to beg, nope on my knees, your pity is my hope I won’t never be yours always you can rest easy on the things I say too dumb to tell you no lies full grown man I got a steady hand been in this skin long enough to know what I am don’t want no woman to be mine always it’s a long lonely night, I’m just trying to get laid alright then, some other time
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A. Plurality The profoundly ' atomic ' l character of the universe is visible in everyday experience, in raindrops and grains of sand, in the hosts of the living, and the multitude of stars ; even in the ashes of the dead. Man has needed neither microscope nor electronic analysis in order to suspect that he lives surrounded by and resting on dust. But to count the grains and describe them, all the patient craft of modern science was necessary. The atoms of Epicurus were mert and indivisible. And the infinitesimal worlds of Pascal could still possess their animalcules. Today we have gone far beyond such instinctive or inspired guesswork bodi in certainty and precision. The scaling down is unlimited. Like die tiny diatom shells whose markings, however magnified, change almost indefinitely into new patterns, so each particle of matter, ever smaller and smaller, under the physicist's analysis tends to reduce itself into some- thing yet more finely granulated. And at each new step in this progressive approach to the infinitely small the whole configuration of the world is for a moment blurred and then renewed. The Phenomenon of Man by Pierre Teilhard
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Be Nice I got a real even disposition when I aint flying off this way or that I'm prone to stay on the handle but sometimes I forget be nice don't be a dick it aint complicated  don't make it I got a solid fix on my position I think therefore I know served up with a side of suspicion that, that aint quite how it goes ch. go ahead now, be a winner take what you can get beg, steal or borrow do what you got to but don't forget  ch. 
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got more baggage than a train got freight there’s a knifey hobo knocking round the corners of my brain got a deep cut, don’t stitch me up, bugs and black stuff crawling out my guts one for the money, two for the whooooo can’t hold my liquor but I can hold my shrooms fungi or two help me work out the proof solid math from the floor to the roof you get to live till you die, that’s it nice try they say people look like they’re dog I’m holding ghost leash, walking monologue talking to my self about mental health ‘I think we’re going to be ok’ I have my doubts it’s one for the fun of it, to decorate time three four the rhyme getting things done captain obvious pun don’t take me yet lord I only just begun
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we live what we sin, let the right one in we are where we been legs of mice and men carry what they can gotta git where you get surfs up young Sidhartha party starts with or without ya strange times indeed, you are what you need we grow what we feed backs of mice and men crack the same in the end heavy feet descend the Mike Tysons and Jesus Christers pulling blood and buying tigers grab your next of kin, the valley floods that's it let the right one in surface level's the fin, we are where we been we swim where we're in heart of darkness sits on it's haunches we can't help but poke and taunt it
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everyone knows that live ain't fair sometimes it seems there ain't no rhyme or reason to the heavy handed random handing out of sad shit it's a cruel and stupid world chuck full of fear and hurt the only truth in the end is we all do some suffering it's a good and perfect world that gave us her sometimes the game is not to win but to se the thing through to the end it's a cold and common hurt everywhere like dirt the thing that unites us in the end is the through line of our suffering
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when it rains it pours and when it pours it drowns if you ain't got the leverage to reach no higher ground she stepped up and left me now everything's gone wrong I feel like I'm stuck in a country-western song I don't blame her none her reasoning was sound if I seen the view from her shoes I wouldn't of stuck around her timing it was awful since she struck the gong I feel like I'm stuck in a country-western song play this record backwards give me back my truck, my dog I feel like I'm stuck in a country-western song doing that sideways spiral shuffle my feet can't find the ground she was just the tip of the tornado touching down there's been no kind of cam since she said so long I feel like I'm stuck in a country-western song
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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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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, separating 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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04:10
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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I ain't wasting no more time made up my mind busting loose, breaking thru that’s what I been up to it takes all kinds she said be one of them it’s hard to find your way that’s how the game gets played I been loosing for so long I assumed it was on and on now victory is on the wind and I’m leaning in ride the lighting or put it down electrify or find a ground fortune favors the bold go big or go home I been loosing for so long I knew it was on and on now there’s a win above my chin and I’m leaning in
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you weren’t my first, you weren’t my last you weren’t the crown jewel of my checkered past still your memory is slow to fade I will miss you always I don’t do shoulda coulda beens if thens don’t mess with my head I know everything’s in its place still I miss you always we did the things you do when in the throes of youth you were the one a time or two and I will miss you always
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we are what we sin let the right one in we live where we been legs of mice and men carry what they can gotta git where you get surfs up young Sidhartha party starts with or without ya strange times indeed you are what you need we grow what we feed backs of mice and men crack the same in the end heavy feet descend the Mike Tysons and Jesus Christers pulling blood and buying tigers grab your next of kin the valley floods that's it let the right one in surface level's the fin we swim where we're in you see what you get heart of darkness there on it's haunches selfie stick, let’s poke and taunt it mouthful of sharks and sheep no teeth in our dreams no peace in our sleep hearts of mice and men sound the same in the end let the right one in
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sweeping up, stacking cans I'm a mack with the pallet jack piss in a cup just to break my back yep, I'm a working man should of studied harder should of learned some code but I took a different road now I got no skills nobody needs so it seems so I'm told now I'm doing this and that on my knees I aint in no cage, aint exactly free show up on time I don't complain that aint how I was trained do as I'm told, know my place that's just how I was raised what do I get for my loyalty just enough to get by, not enough to leave get on your hustle, hold on tight probably gonna get worse before it gets alright sweeping up, stacking cans I'm a mack with the pallet jack piss in a cup just to break my back yep, I'm a working man
64.
aint no cure for how I am my body's built for leaving my people came from foreign lands my place is not for keeping full red moon horizon bound to a world that's sinking I'm not wed to land or cloud that aint what I'm seeking tomorrow's shroud thru exit torn goodby is formed of friction distance pulls its center home I am owned completely
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thumbing thru the choices and the noise that I made in the naive bliss of my younger days those we're mixed up times every fence was wet with paint reading old letters that I never sent all coffee stains, ashes and regret some kinds of folds time just don't unbend no kind of good judgment in there to be found I profaned every inch of secular and holy ground I picked up the pieces I got lucky, I moved on and crashed it all, repeat and on and on dumb luck only favors dummies for so long no kind of good judgment in there to find I taking away a lesson or two and leaving the rest behind swept up the goodness up the sweetness I been shown it's with me now everywhere I go etched in the rings cross what's been clear cut from my soul
66.
got a heavy handed touch of winter madness feeling lowdown, sunken like Atlantis need me a Stargate, my mind-frame  aint taking me no place I want to be my brain got a chemical glitch that makes me wish I didn't exist from time to time my mind gets sick but I'm figuring it out man I'm dealing with it I aint even entertaining the notion  just describing the view from this low in the ocean it's hard to see the plankton for the trees  when you all up in the teeth of the beast flossing alcohol free going on year three  but my demons got mouths to feed they got new moves used to beat 'em down with the booze still learning how to use my new tools won't you lend your lungs to me I could use a melody blue is the surface, darker are the depths reporting from the floor till I'm running out of breath I'm sinking down, I'm getting low feeling alright, it come and go pacing around my kitchen, breaking down like fission pull up the game plan and reevaluate the mission  I get nuclear when I meltdown, forget to breathe deep and countdown it aint effective, need a new method a proportioned response to the challenges presented sometimes I get too upset can't elevate above the noise-floor in my head waves of static screaming I'm pile steaming over the pettiest of reasons I'm keeping on the light side of the force but deep seated issues got a tight grip on my Swartz I'll be alright man, I aint quitting I just need to stare at this wall a minute convert the tense to present, unwrap each second no returns on what the moment is presenting can't all be tinsel and bows chunks of coal aint nothing but fuel for the fire yo they say it's darkest before the dawn from my window aint no shadows on the lawn I'm sinking down, I'm getting low feeling alright it come and go
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bits of bright off and on like a neon sign firefly stapled to your sight you caught a bad vibe a hot wind pulls your navel kite find a ground lightening's bound to strike crystal ball it don't roll to far or wide most times the crash tells more than the ride broken glass has more edges to catch the light them's the breaks get sharp or get left behind sign of the times beaming out satellite shaped eyes you caught the flood and hung it on the highest five (you could find) they're throwing shade but you aint catching nothing that's right, be the ground let lay what doesn't fly

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released July 4, 2017

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Jonathan Burks Milwaukee, Wisconsin

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro"

here's some pro tips:

1) Keep a scream journal. Scream into a camera or microphone at least once a day. Any word or sound will work. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" seems to work for me.

2) Dance for 5 minutes daily. Dance on the way to the bathroom or kitchen. Dance as ugly as you can.

3) Make funny faces. Sit in front of a mirror and get strange.
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