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The Most
03:10
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Someone once said that love is cool it is not hot
Most folks mistake lust for love more oft than not
Some nights I wonder if my cool love will be enough
And sometimes I think that I just love a little too much
Either way I think that I’m just losing touch
Either way I just keep on spreading the most love
So when you are way down in a rut
With all that rust and dust and love and lust
And you are feeling pretty rough
Just remember that I’ve got
The most love
And I’ll be there when you feel like giving up
We’ll take your worries, take your crutch
Throw ‘em on the porch, lock the door, and keep it shut
We’ll sit and eat, laugh out our guts
Remember the days we’d pose and strut?
Remember the days spent on the cuff
We never used to worry that we’d go bust
But things got real and I’ll tell you what
We’re still here, have no fear, let’s give a fuck
Tuck and roll down to the rutted road
Clean your boots, wipe off the muck
And mud and blood and crust
Stick out your thumb
Let’s go catch a truck
And leave behind this fucking town
Full of assholes, fools, and shmucks
You’ve finally come unstuck
This is the cusp, this is the crux
This is my love, y’all should take it
Or leave it in the dust
It’s up to you, I’ve said enough
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Cheers
01:45
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I raise a glass of whiskey in a toast
To all the folks that offer me some hope
So fill your cup and raise it up
And join me while we boast
About our love and how we are
Each other’s skipping stones
Cheers we yell and cheers we cry
Cheers to death and cheers to life
Cheers we shout and cheers we scream
Cheers to you and cheers to me
I been rememberin’ all my fallen friends
And how what they have met isn’t quite the end
No regrets, no apologies
No need to make amends
Just keep them near in heart and mind
We’ll see them round the bend
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Bones and Skin
02:49
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Floods and fires and bones and skin
City meets catastrophe all over again
It catches people’s lives in single frames of film
Where they sit and where they stand
And all their favorite sins
So where is it that you’d be caught?
The day the other shoe is dropped
And what is it that’s worth your time
On the day disaster knocks?
And what is it that’s worth so much
That you hate to say goodbye
The things you’d never trust to luck
The day that god is rolling dice
And what is worth the sacrifice?
Of your health, yourself, your life?
It’s your life.
Sticks and stones and skin and bones
Which is your house and which is your home?
Through rain and snow, you are not alone
We will build a nest
Where we can rest our weary bones
Cash and fights and cards and dice
These are the vices of children and mice
They think these things give meaning to life
Whether they do or they don’t
Your wallet’s feeling light
Floods and fires and bones and blood
City is rebuilt in the wake of the flood
New relationships are carved out of mud
The new and old, silver and gold
Without a way to judge
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Fat Cats
02:35
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So I don’t know what I’ve got to say
But it’s about how we’ve been these days
We’ve been restless, ready for change
But there is confusion
No direction to take
Children have been playing with matches in the yard
Things have started burning, it only took a spark
Fat Cats show up, with their evil hearts
Threw in the kids’ things
Burned their books and guitars
With nothing to do the young’uns take naps
And while they are sleeping
Things are dropped in their laps
Student loans and leases, and a car crash
If they ever wake, they’re owned by Fat Cats
They let them do it, they had the choice
They went to sleep through all that noise
Those cats had it easy, just burned some toys
Without a finger lifted
Kids had thrown away their voice
Kids feelin beat on the corner of the block
Smokin cigarettes, talkin shit on their boss
One looks up and shouts we haven’t lost
This world is bleeding, and we are the blood clot
Get off your ass we need to start a fire
Make that folk punk DIY style
Get your boots out of that single file
No one here will sleep walk another mile
Put down your bottles, put down your drugs
Pick up a weapon and start it all up
Tear down the constructs
Tear down the walls
Let’s build a new world
And cut down these thugs
Most are on board but the skeptics all rant
Everything is fine, we shouldn’t and can’t
Fight that fight with a riot and chant
Just cast a ballot, just pick a man
Someone speaks up, let’s think this all through
This isn’t us, this isn’t our move
Don’t kick, don’t cry
No violence, don’t shoot
Let’s turn away and create something new
So one builds guitars and another writes songs
A few have looked up, set down their bongs
Our ranks are growing, this shouldn’t take long
Let’s build a new world and write these wrongs
We can write them on paper and silicon chips
Record them to save and keep on our lips
Mothers tell children while they’re still on their hips
If this repeats, we’ll design for a fix
So more coffee, more plannin and dreamin
We’ve got a plan so we start schemin
Get a piece of land, some trees and a stream
If we live with the Earth, we will be so free
So the artists and muses pick up some tools
Started building houses, even some shoes
With their own two hands made everything new
And stopped doing business with the capitalist fools
They still live there over their hill
In their cities that are built to spill
To sleep on your feet, it ain’t a skill
And these people, they make me ill
You see,
We bought out of values they instill
That voids in life can all be filled
With sex and pills and dollar bills
That money is power for which to kill
They still live there, over their hill
In their cities that are built to spill
To sleep on your feet is not a skill
We only get one Earth, they haven’t had their fill
Don’t test our patience, don’t test our will
We’ll take this struggle right to the kill
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