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Oh no!
No matter what, stay close to the pickle ball court.
We're safe right here, we're safe right here.
No need to hop the ocotillo - they'll find us, or they won't.
Talk about your dad.
The one you never talked to anyone at school about.
Talk about how long it's been since your last big win.
If we make this out alive,
How about a round of pickle ball?
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Your Parking Structure
02:56
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We used to be able to see
The gust, the glide, the red neon lights -
The Hotel Congress sign.
You showed me before you joined the Navy.
And I'd still come back,
But we'd never planned
On downtown getting its shit together (it still took forever).
I was looking for god, but then I stopped.
I was looking for my ticket out,
But then they kicked us out.
The siren lights etched your eyes into the Catalinas.
One more night on your parking structure.
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Breve & Pinetop Perkins
03:05
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I was standing at the crossroads,
I considered where they crossed.
You were standing where you always stood,
I was staring at the cross.
I concluded its height was the right size for me,
So I climbed.
This time last year, I was sleeping at the crossroads.
Playing Pine's piano, I was trying hard to like myself.
My dad drove from Oxford to Clarksdale,
It's not that far from Nashville.
This time eight years ago last May,
Waitomo Cave.
You sang "Hallelujah" the Buckley - NOT the Leonard Cohen - way.
You knew the difference,
You knew all the verses.
I know now some sounds they never stay
Underground, they reverberate away
And bring the rocks right down on my sorry head.
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The Buff
08:13
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Well, it's one thing to kill time 'til you turn twenty-one,
And another to walk five blocks up to The Buff.
It's not quite as bad as that night at Medusa's,
I'm no longer Catholic and I've since quit the hookah.
It's one thing to drink, but to drink in the winter...
Drink in the house where it's ten degrees warmer.
Tried for two hours to even head over,
But the house time was nice since we used to live together.
Just one of those nights so we bought him a drink,
Because he's drowning in bikes but he's seeing some money.
Some time past one someone cued up a Doors song,
Stood by the jukebox and nothing was wrong.
Back then I had strange skills for bar sports.
Straight crushed them both on the shuffleboard.
Caught by the door to the urinal trough,
It was time to go home having known why I'd come:
I had turned twenty-one with Jon Kroc and Sean Goff at The Buff.
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The Jameson Ball
01:35
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Walking through the Jameson Ball,
Feeling my life erode.
Walking through the Jameson Ball,
Me and Stan Hall.
At the Jameson Ball, there's a two drink maximum.
Why's there a drink maximum at the Jameson Ball?
I'd be gone come June, and I'd be gone come July,
But I was two drinks deep and I was three months shy
And I'd just arrived.
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Big Ol' California
04:04
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Gates Pass is bright in the key lights,
And the fill lights bring the nighttime to life,
And the back lights give the gun fights
A shine you don't ever see without
Big Ol' California coming 'round.
There was a movie called "Rio Bravo".
It had John Wayne and technicolor brothels.
When Big Ol' California gets its eye on you,
There ain't nothing much you can do
Except hang around 'til it forgets you.
When John Wayne died, he left his whole set behind.
There were Hollywood sights through nightfall until the sunrise.
A classic Western sting rang through Sonora,
And from Kinney Road, we all saw California
Runnin' like hell back where it came from,
Up the coastline.
When Big Ol' California turns away from you,
Well, we still got the studios, the rodeos,
The bank notes, and the camera rolls...so, I dunno!
California freely gave us every trick it had,
But y'all got a state that size and you still want my cowboy hat?!
Shut the door like a John Wayne scene
'Cause freely ye gave, and freely ye shall receive.
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Abstract: Kettle of Fish
01:25
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Feeling indivisible,
The bar sign at Kettle of Fish.
Haven't seen that photo in five years,
Now I'm here.
George, come close, take my visage.
Feeling indivisible.
Hey, I even won at darts!
George, come close take my visage.
George, come close, take my picture.
Maybe if I scrub myself from Instagram,
I'll never drink again.
Maybe if I obviate the village,
I'll never drink again.
Maybe if I spell this out this clearly,
I'll never drink again.
I'll still have my friends.
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Soon enough, I'll be there.
Boat, or plane, or train.
Alive and dead on the 10,
A hundred mile smile.
Tried hard to help,
But it faded away.
Soon enough, tables will turn.
You will turn to leave.
Alive and dead, and you're not quite there.
A hundred mile stare.
Soon enough.
New Years', someone's crying.
A friend's year, the movie's still playing
When I march myself out of your house,
Slam the front door to your house.
I know I'm a martyr, glowing and daring you to doubt me,
So I stumble back to your house,
I lumber through the front door.
Tried hard to help it.
Try harder.
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