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Backwards
02:33
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Biking to work, rolling over goatheads
Dirty peanut butter, flipping off the traffic
Wind in my face, church parking lot
Spray painted it gray, could get better but it’s not
Got your head on backwards
Got your head on backwards
Got your head on backwards
Got your head on backwards
The towns next door, they’re getting kinda cool
It’s a wonder what we’re all doing here
Love the land, hate the politicians
Geese are my friends, police are pernicious
They say if we’re not here who will it be
Just a bunch of Corey Barton homes in the deep
They say if we’re not here who will it be
Just a bunch of other motherfuckin’ teens
Got your head on backwards
Got your head on backwards
Got your head on backwards
Got your head on backwards
Got your head on backwards
Got your head on backwards
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2. |
Vitamin D
02:11
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I bet you would be better off
With a real nice girl from Arkansas
I’ll take it as a compliment
That you came and saw and stayed right here
We carved out your garden bed
I did a row you did the rest of it
I’m popping off with zinnias
It’s our plot we’ll make the most of it
When the world is crazy
We sit by the fire and read
You’re my gummy daily
You light me up like vitamin D
You capture me
You capture me
You took me down to Succor Creek
Walked to the edge and I began to weep
The view was big, I couldn’t move
It’s the world and I will cling to you
When the world is crazy
We sit by the fire and read
You’re my gummy daily
You light me up like vitamin D
You capture me
You capture me
You capture me
You capture me
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3. |
Coconut Stream
02:26
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I cried a little
Threw my luck a little
I died a little
Inner child a little me
In the coconut stream
Try to share about it
And I can’t sleep
Try to listen in
Where’s the heartbeat
Branches bending
Touching my cheeks
Wind glistening
Touching her cheeks
Oh I know you’re there inside
Oooh
We are laughin’
Snot is coming out
Like we’re 10 again
Time is up and down
Ground is buzzin’
Hawks are keeping pace
All around us
There’s a friendly face
Oh she rows my boat ashore
It’s okay to leave
The world sometimes
Nothin’ left of me but a peace of mind
It’s okay to leave
The world sometimes
Nothin’ left of me but a peace of mind
It’s okay to leave
The world sometimes
Nothin’ left of me but a peace of mind
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4. |
Hands Off
02:27
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Get your hands off of my body
You say it’s divine providence
Get your fucking filthy hands
Off of my uterus
If you care so much about the heartbeat
Of a fetus six weeks along
Why don’t you give a flying fuck about all the people
You’re constantly doing wrong
Get your nose out of my choices
You say it’s all love and care
But your hands are red with the death of our home planet
We can’t even live here
Get your hands off of my body
You say it’s divine providence
Get your fucking filthy hands
Off of my uterus
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5. |
Be Here Twice
03:29
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Oooh oh-oh-oh
Do you want to save your seeds?
Do you think your savior sees?
Does your heart beat on your palm?
Does your mind grow cold
And your heart get underwhelmed?
Oooh oh-oh-oh
Oooh oh-oh-oh
I don’t really wanna be here twice
I don’t really wanna be that nice
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I don’t really wanna be here twice
I don’t really wanna be that nice
Oooh oh-oh-oh
Oooh oh-oh-oh
When I’m old I’ll like the trees
When I’m young I like the trees
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And the crow’s feet take their stand
And the righteous have no end
Ooh oh-oh-oh
I don’t really wanna be here twice
I don’t really wanna be that nice
Oooh oh-oh-oh
I don’t really wanna be here twice
I don’t really wanna be that nice
Oooh oh-oh-oh
Oooh oh-oh-oh
Woop!
Throw me out in the compost heap
All the kids and the friends will weep
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And the crow’s feet take their stand
And the righteous have no end
Ooh oh-oh-oh
I don’t really wanna be here twice
I don’t really wanna be that nice
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I don’t really wanna be here twice
I don’t really wanna be that nice
Oooh oh-oh-oh
Oooh oh-oh-oh
I don’t really wanna be here twice
I don’t really wanna be that nice
Ooh oh-oh-oh
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6. |
HBD Watson
03:32
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You’ve got me fucked up, I don’t like it
You can’t play nice without playing by the rules
You’ve got this smugness, this aggression
Emanating as your wealth accumulates, look at you
If you can look your grandkid in the face with a sincere smile
And tell them everything’s gonna be okay, well I’d be shocked
You’ve got them fucked up, they don’t like it
You can’t play nice with your own kin, how cruel
You’ve got this money from your big oil
But you’re eating out of all our pockets, how did you become you?
Mr. Watson happy birthday, eat it up
Like everyone who got in your way at the drilling sites
You are a tar stain, a suited oil slick
Your retirement is built on suffering
You’ve got this money from your big oil
But you’re eating out of all our pockets, how did you become you?
Now you’re 65 and you’re looking back on your life
I hope that it was stacked with regrets, that would make it nice
Mr. Watson happy birthday, eat it up
Like everyone who got in your way at the drilling sites
Goodbye, goodbye, happy birthday
Enjoy your last day Mr. Watson
Goodbye, goodbye, happy birthday
I polluted your cake Mr. Watson
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7. |
Prime
03:30
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I would like to see you do it
I would like to hear you try
Like ripping my milky heart out
Put it on display to die
I cut a piece of sunlight
Put it in a plastic bag
Prey on dissolution
Profit all we wished we had
Got free shipping on my feelings
Same day, Am@z*n Prime
Free shipping on my feelings
And there’s no crying in line
Consumption
Isolation
Satisfaction
You and me
I would like to see you do it
I would like to hear you try
Like ripping my milky heart out
Put it on display to die
Got free shipping on my feelings
Same day, Am@z*n Prime
Free shipping on my feelings
And there’s no crying in line
We don’t want fulfillment centers
Warehouse plots across the state lines
Tearing up the old farm country
Trading grains for all that blue and gray
Got free shipping on my feelings
Same day, Am@z*n Prime
Free shipping on my feelings
And there’s no crying in line
Consumption
Isolation
Satisfaction
You and me
We don’t want fulfillment centers
Warehouse plots across the state lines
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8. |
Upstream
04:30
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I’m living in water lately
Can’t tell it apart
Everybody’s swimming by me
Turn off my alarm
And I’m searching for this feeling that I used to have
This old golden assurance I can’t put my finger on
I’m living in water lately
Can’t tell it apart
Everyone is swimming by me
I’m pissed off a lot
And I’m kicking trash at the gas pump
Scowling at the heat
This boulevard of strip clubs
And opportunities
I’m living in the water
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
I’m living in the water
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
I’m living in the water
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
I’m living in the water
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh
And I’m kicking trash at the gas pump
Scowling at the heat
This boulevard of strip clubs
And opportunities
I’m living in the water
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
I’m living in the water
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
I’m living in the water
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh
I’m living in the water
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh
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Petal Party Nampa, Idaho
Indie rock band in Nampa, Idaho, exploring the throes of the climate crisis with catchy riffs and awfully dreary lyrics.
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