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Shit Crick/Nightswim
04:37
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Shit Crick/Nightswim
Stick around, Lorraine
I've got an answer for you question today
The one about why it gets so stressful
The armor on my tongue
Makes my teeth sweat, sting, and burn
Apologies are necessary but I lost my turn
I lost my turn
We fell in love next to the shit crick
Tripped over words before we tripped the sticks
Badge man waiting, wants to pick you up
"Why you talking to that loser?"
"Should we lock him up?"
I knew when I grabbed ya
We were heading down the road for disaster
With a six pack in the middle
My finger twitched a little
I knew by you smile that I had ya
Then your hand grazes over my knuckles
And puts me where I want to be
Slow down the pick-up and I undo your buckles
Underneath and oak canopy
Now the leaves cover the windshield
And a full moon over the wheat field
I'm laughin' and you're foolin'
I'm pushin' and you're pullin'
I know by your smile as the belt's peeled back
Looks like I'm only one snap
From turning all my wrongs into right
Hold out the bottle and you bite off the cap
I'll never get you home by midnight
We jump into the lake
A nightswim to rinse off the sin
Our clothes blow off the tree branch
As the thunderstorm comes rolling in
We race back to the pick-up
15 minutes just to get you home
We roll up, your daddy's waiting
Sneak you in through your bedroom window
I knew when I grabbed ya
We were heading down the road for disaster
But the love that we were making
Had my whole body shaking
I swore I'd love you here ever after
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2. |
Break-Up Tattoo
02:27
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Break-Up Tattoo
There was a grace
In the way
You held your face
In your hand
Your left Elbow
On the bar
Next week your toes
Will play in sand
I could've loved you
If I tried
Prettiest girl of all pretty girls
On my arm a broken heart with a dagger
A purple daisy somewhere high on your hip
You better think twice about what you're going to choose
As we head down to the Ink Spot for our break-up tattoo
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3. |
Nerves
02:13
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Nerves
I await your return
You ain't coming back, babe, but you ain't leaving me
I can see that you've burned
Your last cigarette to where it teases me
My nerves are shot now
Over you
I skipped out on the game
Figured I'd find you in the nick of time
You wish you had another life
Want to trade, baby, because I'm sick of mine
My nerves are shot now
Over you
How am I supposed to figure it out now?
You ripped out the page
I'm so sorry I didn't see you
My eyes strain
At the end of each stage
My nerves are shot
Over you
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4. |
Glance and Turn
02:54
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Glance and Turn
Is it that
You ain't said a word of truth since you got back
Got the facts
But your subtle moves know how to distracts
Could it be the way you glance and turn
Grab the right hand of the guy to the left
This week's flavor's gonna make you burn
You're loaded with whiskey and you're gonna burn
And look good doing it
I'm a rat
And your night time scent is the bait in the trap
Try to pass
But you're talking drunk, sexy and crass
Grab the right hand of the guy to the left
This week's flavor's gonna make you burn
You're loaded with whiskey and you're gonna burn
And look good doing it
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Goodbye, Albo, I Love You
What is it I don't understand?
Won't you come and lend me a hand?
And tell my why something I know is wrong
Never felt so right
Ain't nothin' that I want from you
I don't care what you say or do
I just know that I miss your smile and face
But don't want to see it again
This is the last time
I think I'm gonna think about you
This crush is over
Last time that I talked to you
You were on front porch drinkin' homemade brew
And talking about the first time
And how you want it back
Can you remember back that far?
A wet pile of clothes on the floor of my car
It was foggy inside and out
With footprints on my windshield
This is the last time
I think I'm gonna think about you
This crush is over
Tripped on a Tuesday and fell on my face
Saw your belly button lint-trap serenade
Not much here to think about
There's even less to say
Thought we'd find our way through this mess
But now you look a little fat in that dress
I'm just a little bitter
So, happy fucking birthday
This is the last time
I think I'm gonna think about you
This crush is over
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6. |
King and Queen
02:31
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King and Queen
I look out across the yard
She's standing there looking so hard
The skyline
It disappears
Over the horizon
Along with the years
Don't tell me what's right
I've been waiting for you all night
Half a glass left in my hand
Thought by now you'd understand
She watches me walk away
Right from her and she doesn't wave
It's a beauty
Like I've never seen
In this land I'm the King
And she is my Queen
Don't tell me what's right
I've been waiting for you all night
Half a glass left in my hand
Thought by now you'd understand
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7. |
The Motions
02:32
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The Motions
If you find your way home
Will you find your way back?
'Cause, babe, I don't know
If I'd be into that
You had me going through the motions
It ain't like we had oceans of time
Let's find some hay we can roll in
Pick a motel out somewhere down the line
Woman, I called you a cab
Here's some money
Go curl up in bed
It's not the end of the world
It can't be the best you've had
You had me going through the motions
I wish that we had oceans of time
But we don't
Go find something to roll in
Pick a motel out somewhere down the line
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8. |
Dual Wheeled Vehicle
01:58
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9. |
The Pinkos are Landing
02:32
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The PInkos are Landing
The wind's so hard
The clouds move like an army
Of big white tanks coming over me
Impress me with her loyalty to evil
She invites me for krumpets and tea
Lay her down next to me
Underneath the willow
I'll get even this time
My fist is underneath her pillow
She serves me with
Lace doilies and some sugar
Her deception, I may never know
Upon a hill, she takes form of an eagle
I find that I'm the form of melted snow
Lay her down next to me
Underneath the willow
I'll get even this time
My fist is underneath her pillow
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10. |
Matador Woman
02:59
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Matador Woman
The questions your asking
To tests that mean nothing
But you keep on giving me
Impressed by the actions
Of the all night gir's patients
I'm just a patron of the streets
I pray for a recess
From your imagination
Because you keep on painting me
At different elevations
I picture you flying
You're having no luck with gravity
Matador woman lay low
Your big red jacket's a target
For liquor-filled heads up with gold
No one cares that you're on the market now
You have expired
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11. |
Tire Swing Tree
04:18
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Tire Swimg Tree
She said she'd meet me
By the tire swing tree
She said she had everything all worked out
She said that this time
We ain't on the run
There'd be no passports this time around
We got the Mustang
Repainted cobalt blue
The undercarriage glows in the dark
We need something faster
We figured this would do
I suits her fine just like the sex in the Dart
But I'll leave my love so alone
Like "alone" before
I'll never leave my love so alone
The criminal sea plane
Lands safe out of reach
A big payoff for an even bigger risk
The day gets brighter
As we end the streak
Spend what's left of the cash
And then split with a kiss
But I'll leave my love so alone
Like "alone" before
I'll never leave my love so alone
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12. |
The Last Dance
03:43
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The Last Dance
I remember our last dance
It started with tank-tops and ended with flannels
And the bad night before that
When the man imitated other's dead husbands
'Cause he tried
To get something out of nothing
Man, he got it coming ten fold
Hanging from a noose in your backyard
He'll get to you
The back porch was painted
Metal was playing and you were disgusted
But it all goes away
And then snaps right back
And now, I'm here un-trusting
'Cause I tried
To get something out of nothing
Man, I had it coming ten fold
Hanging from a noose in your backyard
I'll get to you
I guess you're selling me some new scars
I've got enough of them on my shoulders
I guess you're selling me some new scars
I've got enough of them
If I could just hold off
From pulling the trigger
Maybe you'd get it
But you conquered me quickly
Only to triple the last of my cravings
'Cause I tried
To get something out of nothing
Man, I had it coming ten fold
Hanging from a noose in your backyard
I'll get to you
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The Margie Trick Pottsville, Pennsylvania
The Margie Trick is a rock and roll band from Pottsville, PA. The music is a collage of sounds inspired by artists such as The Velvet Underground, Robert Pollard, CSN&Y, and The Who. The songs play with your senses and stick with you for days much like the smell of your favorite dive bar and stale perfume from a great Saturday night. ... more
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