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John Brown's Ghost
03:25
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Just a little spark on a moonless night.
Whatcha gonna take and leave behind?
Nothing grows like the fire inside.
Build me a lighthouse when I die.
Baby, don’t follow me around town;
nowhere to go but underground.
John Brown’s ghost, don’t fail me now.
I got a thought to burn it all down.
I give my life away
to set it all ablaze.
I give my life away.
The masters of conformity
are hard at work on your cell phone screen,
while deep inside the underground,
we all plot to burn it down.
I give my life away
to set it all ablaze.
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Return of the Loner
02:31
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Return of the loner.
You left only your tread,
and concern among homeowners
where you shred.
Where do you go when you leave home?
You leave so fast and come back slow.
Where did you go, were you alone?
Did you get left out? Are you feeling low?
Return of the loner.
You come back again
to get cleaned up and sober
with your friends
Where do you go when you leave home?
You leave so fast and come back slow.
Where did you go, were you alone?
Did you get left out? Are you feeling low?
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Sleeping Arrangements
04:14
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Thought I’d never live to see the day:
a warm bed and a door to close, maybe I’ll feel safe.
But I may ricochet, bouncing off the wall running away.
Jordan packed it up, she’d had enough.
Called me from the bus station, can you pick me up?
Maybe I could stay a while, maybe I could sleep down on your floor...
She don’t give love away, she give it back.
Give it back.
Jordan only stayed a couple days.
Said it felt like charity, said she’d find her way.
Maybe I’m the obstacle, maybe there’s a job that I won’t...
quit.
Back out on the street another year.
Slept behind a parking lot, ate from the dumpster.
Jordan, can you stay a while? You don’t have to sleep down on the floor.
I don’t give love away, I give it back.
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Bring Money
02:26
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Here comes suburban wasteland,
strangling the coast.
Rotten at the core and it only wants more
And more and more and more and more, the most.
Come watch exurban nightmare
fill the open space.
Arterial congestion, life a fatal infection:
ignore, it only quickens up the pace.
Come down to Florida, bring money, buy some gasoline.
Come down to Florida, bring money, buy beer, cigarettes, and leave.
Come down to Florida, bring money.
Think about leaving some with me.
You brought some for everyone but me.
Maybe you could share a buck with me.
I’m so sick of doing this shit for free.
Come get your easy answer,
It’s measured by the gram.
If you can afford it, you can kill your boredom.
Close your eyes, forget it’s all a scam.
You got the cruise control on
And you’re feeling so withdrawn.
Doling out the lessons at eighty feet a second,
I’m the victim of another hit and run.
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Ronnie Van Zanax Jacksonville, Florida
good morning, oats for breakfast!
hello, lentil soup for lunch!
good evening, ramen, vegetables!
good night fascists with a punch.
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