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Intro
01:44
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I was rolling quarters looking for 89s or Nebraskas
It’s an awful lot to ask of a pile of silver
But I could use a little bit of sentiment today
A little anxious, but okay - still homesick just the same.
Momma got sick, she said I do not listen or care
I took a long time to unpack it in the mirror
And found cluttered heaps of clothing where my focus used to be
I saw my son begin to walk, I saw my love’s patience fading
So it’s been years since I’ve spoken to the spirits
longer still if I thought that they could hear it
I’ll never fault you if you feel like disappearin’
Think I’m gonna’ go dark myself now
So we’re coming off of a heatwave - into that cold Norfolk rain
That shit don’t play around, I read it’s gonna wash away the town
By storm, maybe I won’t be here no more
Who’s to speak for my body - I hope I’m buried where I was born
And we woke up in Chesapeake, I was feeling hungover
That kind of hungover where you’re really just still drunk
I was thinking about riding on my 30th birthday
And how time moves on whether we like it or not
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Conveyor
03:17
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Well pardon me I just got to thinking
We never really knew what we were doing
Some starless night, I-80, I was baptized outside of Lincoln
When I called to tell you I was sorry
Too little too late, I know
But you ever get the feeling you say nothing at all
Then the guilt’s got nowhere to go?
Maybe I deserve that. Maybe I should just sit and think.
Besides, I heard that you got married in the spring.
I thought conveyer belt I ride remind me I aint’ ever getting out alive
And if you’ve held someone’s love once, you hold it for the rest of their lives
I know it sounds silly to say it like that
But when it’s the only hope you have, you’ve just got to have it.
Well pardon me for just interrupting,
you just came through my mind all the sudden
I was Biloxi bound from a midwest town with a haircut that I’m still regretting
And I laughed with you at the ocean
So different from our lakes, I know
I’d have soaked in more of that murky gulf shore if I knew now I’d have nothing to show
But you can’t predict that - the way that people just come and go
Along the north platte - you get to raise your boy to know
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Japanese Maple
04:21
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Japanese maple bringing out the shade in you, the wrecking crew, the haunting of your words
I was in your stable, not quite at the forefront of your head, but you always knew you could get it
Burden like a rope - you pull when needing hope
Oh the tightness there, the stretching of your world
Then turn it into wick; ignite but do it quick
i think they’re onto us, the wild times close on in
I’ve been waiting so long x2
To see you without your mask on
Ground ball, out - bringing in the team again, pep talk wins, a "you will get ‘em next time around"
the crowd all shouts - right out of the forefront of their mouths;
cause’ they knew you almost had it
you were feeling proud; but you ain’t shit unless you’re loud
so make a bigger noise; some Hollywood kind of sound
Then turn it into cash, buy a stupid fucking hat
Call it style then, I’ll call it Southeast copycat
I’ve been waiting so long x2
To see you without the mask on
I’ve lost touch, with what this is all about
the strings all rust, and I’m here cursing this town
For cradling the boy, before the boy got gone
Guess it’s time to play without the mask on
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