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Summer Love It’s a drag
When it’s over I want it back
Fall is here Bittersweet
How can I stand on my own 2 feet
You went away It feel apart
You lost yourself and I lost my heart
I came back Nothing’s the same
Only the shit Only the pain
I’m your rock but I’m sinking down
Never do like to touch the ground
It’s not nice without you
It’s not nice without you
Chocolate bunny with a gaping hole
Drive-by hug you’ve got to go
You see me cross against the light
Drive by hug another fight
Once and a while you shake the globe
Flurries settle and I’m snowed
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Firewall
04:37
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Starts with a rip or maybe a match
chip it away
It's never coming back
Run in a stocking a rip in a seam
Up in smoke there goes his dream
Gasoline on a lump of coal
toss a match and you're ready to roll
raises up. She fans the fire.
she fans the flames it gets much higher
the smoke starts to make her ache
but it still doesn't penetrate
can't break down
can't break down
can't break down
that firewall
In the middle of the night at the stoplight
I gave a command for you to hold my hand
I thought we started but I don't know
You went to bed clutching to that Holy Thread
I've been hoping you were joking
when you said it wasn't better than smoking
Back on task I had to ask
was it fun or just too fast
is there something that will break the code
starts to smolder and you let it burn
can't break down
can't break down
can't break down
that firewall
I've been hoping you were joking
when you said it wasn't better than smoking
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Getting Directions
03:21
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Driving sideways down the streets of Austin.
Helping you out.Just a nice guy.
Occupied with other things on my mind.
Different ways of talking. Different ways of getting to the same place.
Wanted to know where we were going to.
I didn't need to know how to get to you.
Following instructions, getting directions.
Don't tell me how to get us there.
Backseat driving with a glimpse of friendship
Meet me at the bar tonight
Southern traveler, at Bouldin take a right.
Wanted to know where we were going to.
I didn't need to know how to get to you.
Following instructions, getting directions.
Don't tell me how to get us there.
oohs.
Wanted to know where we were going to.
I didn't need to know how to get to you.
Following instructions, getting directions.
Don't tell me how to get us there.
oohs.
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Word Junkie
03:33
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Word Junkie
Come on whisper in my ear
Tell me things I long to hear
Spoken written sung line by line
It gets to me every time
I never looked at you twice until you started talking nice
It was a net but I fell in
Word Junkie. Word Junkie. Word Junkie
Thats my monkey. I’m a junkie
Tell me what you feel inside
I’ll open the doors up wide
Talk to me late into the night
Come on take me for a ride
I sure would have bitten hard
Persistences always gets my dance card.
Cyrano deBergerac would have given me a heart attack
Word Junkie. Word Junkie. Word Junkie
Thats my monkey. I’m a junkie
Completed works. Keep them clean
Dirty talk, low and lean
Fix me up with plans and dreams
And I’m addicted to that email screen.
Prose poetry spoken word
Noun adjective adverb verb
Prose poetry spoken word
Noun adjective adverb verb
Give me one more chance dear I was a jerk before…
.I will let you in tonight if you open up that door
…You write sweet message
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I'm Not Your Girlfriend
04:34
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A thousand phone calls
Not a one
A thousand letters
Then there's none
A thousand reasons
A thousand wrongs
I'm speeding by 1000 Palms
Octotillo, Joshua Tree
Tall Saguaro, Then theres me.
Mostly thirtsy, deep down roots
When the rain comes, such pretty blooms
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfriend
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfriend
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfirend
but it's not all bad.
Watching TV in the bed
Watching you sleep almost dead
Second language. Secret code
Talk a blue streak. Overload
Up and dancing alone and close
Morphine blasting. Get off my toes.
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfriend
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfriend
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfirend
but it's not all bad.
Three day stubble. Cigarettes.
Brown outfit. Teacher dress.
Squishy sandwich. PBJ.
The voice of reason keeps going away.
Strawberries. Mango mouth.
40 Cherries and I pass out.
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfriend
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfriend
I'm not your Girlfriend Girlfirend
but it's not all bad.
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Hand of Country
02:58
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Lightening struck me twice in the same spot
and I lived to tell the tale.
Caught up in my own prison. Someone came to pay my bail.
Phoenix rising up from the ashes.
Giving me a second chance.
I was touched by the hand of country.
Lifting me up to dance.
Coming back home on the backroads
I stopped to dig up plants
filled with local color
purple cactus stickers in my hands
Stickers grew into pears and the pears grew blooms
I was touched by the hand of country
not a minute to soon
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Kiss my Wound
05:59
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I feel down a high flight of stairs that led to the sky.
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Jean Caffeine Austin, Texas
“I don’t care what anyone says, I’m a fan! -Townes Van Zandt
"Miss-Alternative-County-before-
Alternative-Country-was-Cool", Dallas Morning News
"Brenda Lee meets Patti Smith"-Austin American Statesmen.
" A fully realized creative vision..." Blurt
".. upper echelon of sainted local singer-songwriters." Austin Chronicle
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