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Dull Drums
02:05
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2. |
Some Cumbersome Blues
03:52
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My head's a dull drum I'm beating on
A droning hum as I drag along
It started raining and it won't let up
So grab a mug and let's have a cup
Can't help but feelin that im underdressed
Not feeling blessed when I'm out a mess
Rippin' jeans and two holes full of shoe
Won't have the blues ificouldcomebacknew
My hands are dull drums I'm bleedin from
Getting out's become so cumbersome
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Don't know the way only how to get back
Can't cut me slack as my heart attack
Encumbered by a load, I'vegotthese sacks
And weightedslacks withaheadhungdown
I'm bound to lose and I'm bound to go on
Feeling bound as I'm dragged along
Not good at breathin in or gettin breathin room
Impending doom should i start anew
My lungs are dull drums I'm bleeding from
Getting around's become so cumbersome
Gotta get out of the Cumbersome Mines
Gotta get what's mine when I'm back in line
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3. |
Havingness
03:38
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4. |
Middle of ME
02:27
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Somewhere in the middle of Maine
There's a wooden porch
Hidden in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
White paint chips off the side
As I'm stuck indoors
When I finally step out
I will not know what else for
Except to stake a claim
On this frozen north
For I came from away
And won't be headed back the same
Somewhere at the edge of the world
At the last outpost
They'll be sending out boats
Headed for the other coast
And they will turn back around
Cause they can't head further north
Then their ship will sink and
They won't try again
Finisterre where I stare
Up at the edge of the world
No more older shore
Just a ledge to go o'er
Somewhere in the middle of Maine
At the edge of the world
There's a wooden porch
At the last outpost
Hidden in the pines
They'll be sending out boats
When their ship comes in
Then they will sink again
Finisterre where I stare
Up at the edge of the world
No more colder shore
Just a ledge to go o'er
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5. |
Railroad Fool
01:26
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6. |
Rubber Legs
04:03
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When I'm walkin'
I always walk too far
I always walk too far
When I walk in your direction
The last few miles seem so hard
The last few miles are so hard
I am rubber
And the glue that sticks to you
And the holy spirit too
I am rubbish
And the bin that holds it too
And the father and the son
And heir to the throne
I'm gonna throw it all away
I'm gonna throw it all away
I'm gonna leave it all at home
When I get my rubber legs
I go walkin' for a job
And I bounce from street to street
Walked so far for that job
That I got blisters on my feet
And I can't afford a seat
Went so far for that job
That the boss got me a bike
A feel-good story in the Times
No talk of a pay rise
I'm still so tired all the time
I am rubber
Cause I got rubber in my bones
And I got marrow in my stumped
Feet stumps where I roast
And I'd like to propose a toast
To all of the most rubber folks
Rubber folks on all coasts
Who are so tired all the time
Who are so tired all the time
Who are so tired all the time
On rubber legs that fail to climb
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7. |
the Wicker Shuffle
02:43
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Wicker Fool
Wicker Folk.
Sort of a Goblin Hovel side project, if I'm going to name drop. It was the banjo player all along.
Wicker Fool recommends:
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