Love it, Don't Choke it to Death

by David Barbe

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  • The Quick Hooks are: Jon Mills, Frank MacDonnell (The Glands), Kyle Spence (Harvey Milk), John Neff (Drive By Truckers). This is the second Ruth Street Records release. Patterson Hood 'Murdering Oscar' beat it to the punch. Recorded at Chase Park Transduction, Athens, GA. www.chaseparktransduction.com

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1.
The broadcast spreader goes around and around disseminating seeds of malcontent Unable to discern between poison and manure Lacking any real motive, she just needs something to do The broadcast spreader is active Slinging seeds to who knows where The distribution of this indiscriminate device Is neither even nor precise Like a finely crafted watch that only ticks behind yr back The broadcast spreader is active Slinging seeds to who knows where And what her spawn begets Is none of here concern And what becomes of the broadcast spreader When the job is done Is the detection of new ground on which to rotate The turmoil hits a lull and every hand is satisfied It's time to get creative.
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In the Weeds 05:23
A game is nothing more than a series of individual situations A game is nothing more than a series of individual confronations   So I hope that you don't flake out Because you're gonna lose every once in a while But not as much as you might lose otherwise   You're always in control But it's slipping up It's gonna catch up with you.   It might not hurt to let it go Then again, it might, but you're never gonna know.   So I hope that you don't flake out When you lose every once in a while We can can crouch down in the weeds Come up around the back way Where nobody else is gonna go   You're running out of time to play the game you love.   Hey, what if you were to say A little more A little more than you said last time We might be able to get along If you hung around once in a while.   Still I hope that you don't flake out Cause you're gonna win every once in a while And we can crouch down in the weeds Come up around the  back way Where nobody else is gonna go   You're running out of time to play the game you love
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Peel Away 03:50
You know it's not to hard to define when the door is open But the quickness of the light Doesn't always register "on"   Then it shouldn't be so hard to define when the party's over   And if it's not too hard to decide when you missed your moment When it caught you by surprise and then was suddenly gone   Then it shouldn't be so hard to define when the party's over And the crescendo of the night Has already come and gone Give up yr ghosts Let all the petals fall They're not coming back Once they peel away   It shouldn't  be so hard to decide That she's the one you wanted And she's been there all along While you were lost in a song   But the crescendo of the night Is not all the way gone Give up yr ghosts Let all the petals fall They're not coming back Once they peel away.
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I am the secret you never tell Splashing in yr wishing well When yr all alone I'm coming to you in yr dreams from either side and in between Until I'm all you know   Conquerors get the garlands When the miracles are done You got to get on back home To what you really wanted When you were very young And you could really know Just where your spirit bonded With where it wants to go When there's nobody home Conquerors get the garlands When the miracles are done You got to get on back home Do you wonder why you keep getting pushed Time over line To where you don't want to go? And do you wonder why you're tested Line over time On what you don't want to know? Conquerors get the garlands When the miracles are done You got to get on back home
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Why open a can of worms if your bird isn't hungry for that sort of thing?   So he can avoid all the wrong things like lying down with dogs and their fleas.   What if he doesn't like that? What if he'd rather wait? You've got to get it out when you've got to get it out   So go to yr pantry And find the cans With all the dust Get an opener Get it out.   It's waiting To grind its gears together To puncture the factory seal To alleviate this vacuum pressure To expose the things you don't think are real But nonetheless Lurk within yr metal confines
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My shiny bird With yr skin so blue And yr eyes so white From where I'm standing Yr smile looks like it was painted on It probably was, But I don't care My shiny bird Threw down my pick Went into your house Said, "I ain't working no more in yr silver mine" My lungs are so black But the ore's so sweet Can't make up my mind Couldn't do it without you My shiny bird Oh, where do you go When we all leave you alone If that's all you want I want to know Now the great horned owl Has a job to do And the morning dove Has a song to coo But my shiny bird Sits on the porch In perpetual splendor Doing nothing at all My shiny bird
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I'm standing in line For what I don't know I'm hardly alone At this particular show But I've been waiting so long For what I do not know to happen Heads are bobbing Fingers are snapping And it's true That it's all about you And you're still more black than blue I stuck my toe in yr water I started from your back page Since everything else around you Seems to go down that way But I've been waiting so long For what I do not know to happen Heads are bobbing Fingers are snapping And it's true That it's all about you And you're still more black than blue I can't  play my zurna tonight I just can't seem to make any sound go through It  keeps getting tangled on the line Over and over and over I keep losing ground all the time Just when I think I got it to work, I don't. And I'm coming around to wondering why There's nothing I can do about it I start thinking too much and losing my mind You might think that I could have figured that out before now You keep telling me no I'm asking you why Is there nothing I can do about it?
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I gotta stop building up these walls to avoid thinking about you. I can't think like this anymore When I heard what happened I felt so bad Like a mole in the gutter Flushed out by the rain On a night where we might have regained our consciousness I gotta stop building up these walls to avoid thinking about you. It's you. Can't avoid thinking about you.
9.
Wherever I roam I want you there for me It's true We were riding through the lining of your mind's shaft We were unsheathing dusty ex-dreams like a sword But it's not the dust I was pining for Wherever I roam I want you there for me It's true The problem with these things you pursue Is what you learn when it's in yr grasp And when you find you don't want what it offered Kill yr pride Fling it into the past Now that the stay of execution has expired For the rose bush that blooms only thorns Let's rip it up from the position Where it dwelled so smug and adorned We're gonna find uprooted soil But that's not a problem Since dislocation is better than dust Wherever I roam I want you there for me It's true

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The Quick Hooks are: Jon Mills, Frank MacDonnell (The Glands), Kyle Spence (Harvey Milk), John Neff (Drive By Truckers). This is the second Ruth Street Records release. Patterson Hood 'Murdering Oscar' beat it to the punch.

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released March 2, 2010

Recorded and mixed at Chase Park Transduction, Athens, GA, by David Barbe. Additional engineering by Drew Vandenberg, Tom Lewis, Thomas Johnson, Billy Bennett and Andy Lemaster. Mastered at Chase Park Transduction by David Barbe and Drew Vandenberg.

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