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Intro
00:43
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COWBOY DOCTOR
01:24
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What's the story of Cowboy Doctor?
"Step into my office, pardner"
Where'd he get his PhD?
In the desert riding probably
Give me pill for worm infection
Cowboy Doctor, he's the greatest
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Strays
02:29
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So big, so pure
yellow eyes and spotted fur
fluffy mane and fluffy toes
in your brother's arms; golden curls
who will feed all the neighborhood strays
hear them running my way
It must be putrid in that Mississippi desert
I drove down south because she said come and get her
The windows are the eyes of your house, yeah
I look on it and I figure it out, yeah
and who'll feed all the neighborhood strays
I hear them running my way
Sweating the little things, falling behind
sweet little notes in the margin lines
I'm so sick of being here all the time
you said you're so sick of being alive, it's fine
but no one's stopping you from running away
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Juniper
03:04
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The tallest building in my county is 7 stories high
It's where I go for student loans
I think that takes away the magic
Juniper, oh Juniper, what is my name
Juniper, I saw you around in the heat of the day
can you tell me what's great
you'll be shouting "heat wave, heat wave coming" when the heat wave comes
the rising degrees and the heads in the trees and throttling anger
Juniper, oh Juniper, what is my name
Juniper, I saw you around in the heat of the day
can you tell me what's great
Spirit bless the Seneca nation
Spirit hold me for examination
I'm clean... I think
God I love that Seneca nation
Spirit take me to that good old reservation
Juniper, oh Juniper, what is my name
Juniper, I saw you around in the heat of the day
can you tell me what's great
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Sunshines
03:59
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They say "get off your goddamn phones and appreciate the natural things"
But I've seen so many sunshines and it's starting to get to me
And when the world turns vaguely dull and I ask you what's the point of it all
I don't want no sun to shine, I don't want reminders that I am alive
The grass is always greener when there's no pesticides
Let it all grow wild with the clovers and the chives
I feel like calling my dad back, but I'm not calling my dad back
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Senecas
02:37
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When they turn off the porch light and I catch it off your retinas
hey kid, you and I are so close we finish each other's Senecas
I feel like I'm floating through the roof whenever I'm with you
space particles and nebulas, but we'll have time for a cigarette or two
I trust that you'll stop me when I babble ad nauseum
and bum me some of your smokes
specifically Senecas
when they all pour out and I catch it off your retinas
hey kid, you and I are so close
you can finish my Senecas
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Weather Song
02:49
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How does God coexist with evil?
Is there any reason for weather like this?
display his head up on my mantle
the wind bites and it's made of pure evilness
Rain up above inside of the clouds
Repeat to myself, "feet on the ground"
Am I speaking out loud?
Do you think they hear me?
The devil controls the weather
he'll influence the air
have you ever seen a tornado? (no)
well, if you did, he put it there
Rain up above inside of the clouds
Repeat to myself, "feet on the ground"
Am I speaking out loud?
Do you think they hear me?
And I can see electrons, baby
moving much more clearly towards your face today
And how does one communicate with another?
Why is it so hard for me to get my point across?
They say it all depends on the weather
The neighbors hate me, they hear me screaming
screaming loudly, he must be dreaming...
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8. |
Be Calm
03:11
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Wolfgang, Wolfgang be calm my son
be calm my charming gun
color scheme all brown and green
then I awoke with powder for teeth
My reach, my salt, my son
don't listen to the words of some
for it will be over before it's even begun (woo)
I'd rather not start the show
I'd rather be holed up at home
defeat come calm, come clean
it's a wager either way
You don't even trust me baby
ain't even come around here lately
we could have a timeshare maybe
is going with my instincts crazy?
I'll teach you how to be calm if you show me how to have fun
up there on a different plane
high up enough to drive Aladdin sane.
you don't even trust me
going with my...adjustment
we don't even something
I don't even, AHH!
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Contact High
02:35
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thank you for letting me use your bed
for conflict resolution and emotional stress
and in your attic which is no longer an attic
I can find you in two moods, either passion or panic
You say the sky is in flames
and if I squint at my blinds
I can see a red fringe coming in from outside
Sticking round for the contact high
so in the long run you'll probably be fine
I'll blow the smoke into your mouth if that's what you would prefer
And I should start avoiding people when they give me bad vibes
And I'm skipping chem and going for a walk because it feels right
but it's so damn cold
My favorite time to get high: Sunday at 12,
Monday at 3 and at the present time
I'm gonna be 40 living alone, writing a one man show
and planning to go on the road
Sticking round for the contact high
so in the long run you'll probably be fine
You'll probably be fine
My favorite time to get high, when you're back in town
when my life ain't a mess
or just some other time
And I'm getting tired of living alone
writing a one man show
and planning to go on the road
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Motorcycle Song
03:59
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I hate the sound the motorcycles makes when they come around
roaring down my street, clocking record speed, it happens all the time
And I hate the heat in conjunction with the blacktop below my feet
It's crawling over me like centipedes, up and down my spine
There's a girl I know who talks to me the way I talk to animals
Not a clue, no, not a clue
I have no enemies, I think y'all could learn a thing or two from me
When they make me king, you will all disagree
and I will set the record straight
Once again I find myself in a two-bird-one-stone scenario
look at me go, look at me go
Getting nervous that the sound of sirens is normal
but that's probably an ambulance my friend
[unintelligible]
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11. |
My Feminist Punk Song
02:14
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Hey, I'm a crossover success
and I'm Jesus shooting heroin
and I'm looking for my lucky stars
can you tell me where the hell they are?
At heart I'm just a 15 year old kid
free lunch in his stomach
not giving a shit
My neighbor Gary's often off his meds
he comes around and I just ain't having none of it
but look at her going straight for the jugular
I wanted to host late night TV
so I read those books and I came clean
Conservative fathers and communist daughters
and arrogant assholes
they're all coming tomorrow
Mother nature spit on me
Hail or snow or rain or sleet
Mother nature pinned me down
said is there anything else I need to know about?
but look at her going straight for the jugular
"Dismiss the genders, we don't need them anymore"
Colin said this to me and he threw up on the floor
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12. |
No Drummers
03:06
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I don't know why I got my hopes up, there ain't no drummers in Fredonia
Nobody's gonna pay to see two sad-sack guys lacking intensity
In Cuba they just hang their criminals, no questions asked
and I'm not quite sure what you're telling me this for
but hey, no questions asked
And I heard a rumor
I heard a rumor
but I shoulda let it slide, I shoulda kept my mind
So why'd you put locks on all the doors if no one's ever broken in before?
you do what you want and we'll leave you be behind your walled-up gated off communities
We do what we want, we keep the doors unlocked and we're just thankful for a place where we can sleep
And I heard a rumor
I heard a rumor
and i should have not even paid attention.
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13. |
Outro
00:23
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Nonexistant with an a. Fredonia's most important record label since 2009. Home of Pitchwafuzz, Karrot Kake, KWKA, Carmen & Lizzy and more
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