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The Thing That Separates
02:35
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I thought we were connected/Two parts of a whole/Now the truth has resurrected/The truth I feared the most/Though we’d reached a moment/Where I met you in space/A deadness lies between us/The thing that separates /The thing that separates
I wandered to the sofa of a psychoanalyst/Before I spoke she said listen baby/Ya’oughtta/go to a church instead/Go to a church instead/the more I tried to keep us together/The more we seemed to drift a part/I tried my best to believe but/Ooo it really hurt a lot/To know that you and I are lost/In a world of separation/So I sought holy counsel /Redemption of the cross/The Priest said Christ unites us/But you oughtta read Derrida/the more I tried to keep us together/The more we seemed to drift a part /I tried my best to believe but/Ooo it really hurt a lot /To know that you and I are lost/In a world of separation/So If you’re ever feeling desperate/Or all alone in space /I’ll be right there between us/In the thing that separates /In the thing that separates
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My Odds
02:39
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I tried to vault my crime over punishment /But my fault might lied in the dissonance/Of myself as a man myself as a pawn/Under the crushing gaze of penopticon/Opportunity fell into my hands one day/The plaster walls of my cell gave way/I got up and ran, ran away from the eye/Freedom was there but I wondered what if I find my odds aren’t fair/I walked seven days and seven nights/up to a lake on the mountain side/in the calm of the breeze the calm of the woods/nothing was evil nothing was good/The forest walls became a prison cell/Of infinite darkness repeated itself/every kiss was a bite every purr was a growl/Every word became an awful howl/So I ran back down to the prison walls/Id rather be a villan than nothing at all/I bore the word into flight/That cursed the flame that ended the night/ what if I find my odds aren’t fair
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Sidewinder
02:48
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I like yo bicycle Looks nice an practical(sidewinder)but it don’t peel out when you hit the road/I like yo vespa looks like a lotta fun(sidewider)But it don’t bark when you kick it on/And it don’t bolt off like a sub ma chine gun/My ride is outta control/Fill it with gas and its ready to roll(side winder)Kawasaki bikes were made for me/Everybody knows I got the best machine/For going out on Saturdays/Riding you I feel alright/You rescued my Saturday nite/Kawasaki /3 years and its running well YA/start up’s clear as a bell(sidewinder)I could drive that shit to the moon and back/I don’t hang out at the malls/Cause Other kids don’t like me much(sidewinder)you see the school boy bitches in their pleated pants/used to beat me up at the high school dance/so I’d slash the tires of their el caminos/Ridin’ you I feel alright/You rescued my Saturday nite/Kawasaki/Then I saw it glowing in the sun(Black Harley circa 51)I came I saw I reconsidered/Sat down on that beautiful chopper/With a cowboy hat I’d look like Dennis hopper in (Easy rider)Now I’m the king of the high school dance/All the school boy bitches in their pleated pants/Sold their cars & bought motorcycles/Riding you I feel alright/You rescued my Saturday night/Harley Davidson
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Salt Lake City
03:52
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you danced up a storm in the heat of the sine waves/you hid in a forest of electric sound/you botched my irises & flipped them sideways/ we weren't meant to be together in this town/ they could load silos with our misery/ launch it into the sky and start a war/ the only moment I was ever truly happy/is when I first heard the sound of your knuckles tapping at my front door/now I don't care where you are/ cause I know it can't be far/ you gotta be in salt lake city/we bought an apartment with a view of the park/you sat in your room reading Jane Austin novels alone/I bought us a stereo and played the tune that we first danced to/ I stayed up all night waiting for you to come home/every time I wonder if you're really gone/you return-not after that long/ you gotta be in Salt Lake City/ this'l always be my little home where I'm doomed to live alone/I'll always be here in Salt Lake City/ where I won't ever find any pity/ I'm a cuckold and I'm a clown/ yeah this city is tearing me down/ I'll always be here in Salt Lake City /where no one had any love to give me/ oh I might as well have died the day/ she packed up everything and moved away/ I'll always be here in Salt Lake City
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Irene
04:05
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When Time Waits on Me
04:07
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Everybody's Girl
04:28
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Evan P. Donohue Nashville, Tennessee
Raised in NY & hailing from TN, EPD, co-founding father of Nashville punk outfit, Diarrhea Planet, finds a niche within the chamber pop library between Beck and Elvis Costello. Fans of EPD note wit in his lyricism & the raw gravity of his live performances. Listeners will fall under the spell of Nashville pretty boy's ability to create garage-pop which blows a kiss at Squeeze & Harry Nilsson. ... more
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