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Hand Grenade Heart
01:35
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Allergy season
All summer sick
These days spent drunk
On a poor girl's pollen
Apologies if I sound thick
But I just wanna know
Where this entitlement comes from
Call a timeout on a working weekend
Circle of chairs on someone else's lawn
You've never paused long enough
To know anyone's pain
So don't try to tell me
Which side I'm on
There is no conversation overdue
I've been long over you
Ain't sure exactly what I'm supposed to fear
Your warnings are never clear
There are no winners here
Secrets are too volatile for keeping
I'd show you all up but I'm sort on time
I never stood in line to meet your approval
So don't waste my time asking mine
Cut from your social shield left to assume
It's all in what I consume
White powder dusts your heart's a hand grenade
Die well in the bed you've made
This whole scene's been played
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2. |
Keep It Fake
00:44
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Keep it fake
This gig's a funeral wake
Insulate yourself from psychic harm
No one's not stood
For naught like you
No conscience no moral alarm
It's a big fat laugh
Ain't you done the math?
And no one's gonna dig you out
Mark me absent from
Your abcess, hon
Ain't gonna retreat
No I'm never gonna doubt
Keep it fake
Keep it fake
Yeah just keep it
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3. |
Lying In State
02:03
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Until now I haven't seen
Despite a sight too close to keen
It ain't 100 percent mean
But the scene, it lacks a certain kindness
Nameless stasis, narrow, low
Lying in state far below
Anyone I'd want to know
I don't suffer cowards, no
Because I've seen beyond it all
Through the nightclubs and dancehalls
And the grafitti in the stalls
Scrawled by some Dullie with a Sharpie
And I know they know for sure
That no mess of a message board
So anonymously scored
Is gonna keep me from my good word
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4. |
UR Agenda
01:10
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You can do what you wanna do
And what you say should dictate who your friends are
Still it's a shame that negating me
Became the better part of your agenda
So I won't make amends 'cos we'll never be friends
What would I have to gain?
Three years worth of swallowing your blame
Loved me so much you couldn't keep your fists off me
Won't take no joy in smearing your name
Can't do to you what you've done already
No I won't make amends 'cos we'll never be friends
What would I have to gain?
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5. |
Let's Get Awesome
03:05
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He had a false harmonic racing through his head
Like a big brothers voice
In 1985 reborn and twice alive
Bound up in desperate choice
Pill powder or headphone
Tape hiss or tone arm
Ones zeroes or halftones
You'll not feel old again
So lets get awesome
He felt that gin and tonic racing through his head
As he tore up the stage
Flew the Bad Team flag, a skull and crossbones drag
Behind a three-chord rage
In Lower Arlington
He thought he was the one
Perhaps he'd show them
With his Les Trois Malheures
He thought he'd found the cure
To all this boredom
Pill powder or headphone
Tape hiss or tone arm
Ones zeroes or halftones
You'll not feel old again
So lets get awesome
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6. |
My Mythology
00:45
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And it was sharp enough to notice
Thought we were wise enough to work it out
This ain't no psychology
This is everywhere
This is my mythology
First I was weak enough to wither
Then I grew strong enough to run right out
This ain't no psychology
This is everywhere
This is my mythology
And all I've known...
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7. |
Shoebox Grave
01:20
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Retrived it from its shoebox grave
a letter from your long-lost boy
and it sparked in me surprisingly
a sharp and sudden joy
now I had seen
these friends of mine
avert their eyes
and look away
and I watched your evil spirit fold
beneath my righteous gaze
So I conquered it and changed the locks
armed with love for half the world
knowing well I'd live beyond your years
beyond the lies unfurled
now I will see
these friends of mine
rush to my side
in disarray
and the chaos here
from eye to ear
says all debts will be paid
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8. |
Song for Sago
01:37
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On the first day of this New Year
The miner spoke up without fear:
The only living wage is found
Miles below the cold Upshur ground
On the second day of this New Year
The town of Tallmansville did hear
A shudder from deep underground
The ICG company town
On the third day of this New Year
The radio reported here
All thirteen miners had been found
Alive and well in the cold hard ground
On the fourth day of this New Year
The CEO's address was clear
Misinformed, sadly misled
A dozen out of all now dead
And as the families of the men
Mourned and prayed for their fallen
No apology there could be found
For the twelve men dead in a company town
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9. |
All Doubt No Benefit
01:24
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I'll tell you where to go
'Cos you might need to know
Self-destroyed all at once
Now it's sad entertainment
While you've been worse than bad
You'd gladly trade it all in
For half of everything that you had
Killed me with surprise
Let it strike me dumb
I cut you loose all at once
And now you hate your freedom
All doubt, no benefit
Read critically the text
By firelight of every effigy I burned
This town's hoping that you're choking
Ain't gonna be no next no fucking next time
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10. |
The Magnet's Kiss
02:03
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I got a 4-track mind
I wonder all the time
about the analog hiss
and the magnet's kiss
so I'll stay in tonight
where it ain't so bright
and keep my headphones on
right through the orange dawn
And it'll dawn on everyone
everyone in this Blundertown
who drinks from plastic grails
to their alpha males
man I'm too young or old
to give them all my time
They'll discard it before its prime
garbage in garbage out
how can you act so proud around me?
You celebrate the mundane
mediocre strain
and play it safe and sound
in your Blundertown
and if you don't succeed
no need to try again
because failure
just might be your style.
Still I'll be back in a little while
for now I'll busy my night
in the faders' light
and keep myself occupied
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11. |
You Are Dismissed
03:12
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You are dismissed
You got two faces and I wanna rearrange them both
You're always in the piss
With your crazy pills and shit-talk, a tick on a bloodless host
A middle finger from the safety of the safety glass
While ***-****, ****, and I were busy draining our glasses
Ran outside to chase you down but you was hot-footin' it up the pleasant pleasant pleasant Pleasant Street
So I cupped my hands at the side of my mouth and
I shouted something so characteristically sarcastic
To make shit of your shit-talk and iron out your irony
Dont ever fuck with me
Or any of my friends
Or my girlfriend
Or any of her friends
This is the sweet sweet end
And the good guys won
The summer's barely begun
Its gonna be some kinda fun
I would compile a list
Of grievance after grievance but I'm sure that it would take too long
You don't need a scientist
To figure out that for years I've been right and baby you've been wrong
Like a great man said I'm glad to see you go goodbye
More than happy just to know that you'll be evil on your own time
And maybe twenty years from now you might give a sincere apology
To ***-****, ******, and me
And to the local music scene
For all the human puppetry
And all the bad poetry
To every person you have used
For every privilege you've abused
And while you may not be excused
You are dismissed
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12. |
Young Spillers
01:50
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I know some hot young spillers
man and ladykillers
gonna pick you up just for a letdown
and you'll walk home frustrated thru the streets of your town
And it's all so boring
'cos you never score
no matter how many beds and bars are waiting
one day you'll wake up loveless and find it's you you're hating
Been so long since I've seen you as you
I'm never sure just who I'm talking to
Your smartness leaves me dumb
Don't like what you've become
It's not you
Ain't the first to be tricked
into being a victim
Man it's just a symptom of our culture
Impossible to tell between the doves and vultures
Living off the carcass of a scene that marked us once
When we had a healthier agenda
Thus it hurts that much more to see how far they'll bend you
Don't mean to let the gas out your balloon
But their petiness is stinking up the room
Don't need them if they don't want you for you
You got so many better things to do
Leave them all behind
Don't throw your pearls at swine
It's not you.
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13. |
The Flag of Joy
00:58
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You ain't gonna take it back
You ain't gonna take it over
You ain't gonna take it back
You ain't gonna take it over
You ain't gonna take it back
You ain't gonna take it over
(I) work under the the flag of joy
(You) ain't gonna keep me from my labor
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14. |
Honey Where You Been?
01:11
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Where did you run to?
Where did you go?
These walls hide secrets
And no one knows for sure
Oh-oh honey where you been so long?
Black cloud o'er this town
Since you been gone
What was the bargain?
What was the trade?
Witness protection
But no early grave?
Oh-oh honey where you been so long?
Black cloud o'er this town
Since you been gone
These days I long for
My younger face
What I learned back then
Won't be erased
Oh-oh honey where you been so long?
Black cloud o'er this town
Since you been gone
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15. |
Telephone Teeth
01:37
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Let's take a torch to this torch song of yours
The fire's gone out -- extinguished by self-referred text
Upon text -- shouldn't you know what comes next
A ruin of self parody parody parody parody
Let's take a drill to these telephone teeth
Your bite none too sharp -- no less your disease-ridden spit
Upon spit -- though you'd never admit
Has been passed around this quarantine quarantine quarantine
quarantine town
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16. |
Three Years Smarter
01:47
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Found a tape labeled July Ought-Two
Too busy doing what you oughtn't to
Pity you couldn't exactly move on
But take the path of escape and be gone
And it's alright
Haven't called me up in a while
All the same it'd be too soon for me
No need to tell me about Joe and Johnny
Yeah it's a shame but I won't share shame with you
I've got my own
You taught me much more than I wanted to know
You took it much further than it can go
So get out get out get out get out get out get out of here
You crossed yourself out when you crossed me
Had too much to prove just to let it be
So get out get out get out get out of here
Head to headache a nine-day wonder
No wonder I medicated myself
For useless struggle cheap games of power
Cheek to cheek dancing three years smarter now
And I'll fight on
Better heads under anchors hold me
Can I only rely on myself to bear with me
Better heads under anchors hold me
Can I only rely on myself to bear with me
Better heads under anchors hold me
can I only rely on myself to bear with me
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
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J. Marinelli Morgantown, West Virginia
J. Marinelli is a one man band like no other. The sound and fury that emotes from his haunting Appalachian echoed yowl falls
somewhere between Guided By Voices, a lost mountain troubadour and a classic 70’s punk outfit from your dreams.
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