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Cedar Valley Pimpin'
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Missing
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Hell Is Flooded II
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Hostile Mental Takeover
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Noah vs. The Dinosaurs
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Poker Bots
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Eternal September
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Falling Down (Tom Waits)
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- This "album" is really just tracks I've posted online recently. Some could end up on a future album. Or maybe I won't even make normal albums anymore. Who knows?
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released 28 November 2009
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- Track Name: Missing
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Muted TV don't pay attention
Lights out on ideas that ain't worth a mention
Done with throwing shit at the wall and missing
A faded sonic recollection
Lock the door leading to that section
Of reaching for some old emotion and missing
Back then I could make connections
Searching my soul and fighting my body
Punching at meat I'm made of meat and missing
Denied that I need any more
Than the boulder rolled before the door
And don't send a party if I'm wandered off and missing - Track Name: Dancing With The Dust Devil
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I want to have someplace that I can call my own
I want to have friends but I want to be alone
I want to be someone that I can call myself
I'd rather not ever have to answer the phone
I want to go places that I have to go
I want to have something in my hand to throw
But I wake up every morning to the same old stupid chore
I'd rather just stay there in my bed and snore
Standing in a whirlwind
Or fall down if i feel
I like it in the center here
It's where it's most surreal
I know what I should do
Keep away from you
But I keep chasing after
As if any of this was true
Insubstantial air
Whipping through my hair
'Cause movement feels so much more real
Than just sitting there
Insubstantial air
Whipping through my hair
I want to go places that I have to go
I want to have something in my hand to throw
But I wake up every morning to the same old stupid chore
I'd rather just stay there in my bed and snore
I want to do something that someone's gonna see
I want to get in trouble but I still want to be free
I want to give a damn but I don't want to have to care
And when you're pointing fingers I don't want to be there
Standing in a whirlwind
Or fall down if i feel
I like it in the center here
It's where it's most surreal
I know what I should do
Keep away from you
But I keep chasing after
As if any of this was true
I know what I should do
Keep away from you
But I keep chasing after
As if any of this was true
Standing in a whirlwind
Falling down
I like it in the center...
And I don't want to live your kind of life anymore
A windless world which whithers whims ain't nothing but a bore
And I don't see no reason not to just have my fun
I don't care, I don't have to, I'm too young
And you're not even real anyway - Track Name: Hell Is Flooded II
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Forgotten knights on midnight trains colliding with teenage apocrypha
Ghosts of drowned industrialists haunting their old vacation homes
You were expecting altars in flames
You find it cold dark damp and quiet
Because the Styx has spilled its banks
If Hell is flooded, it's not my problem now
A little corroded, I could muddle through somehow
But I'm a lost soul, and abandoned fifth-wheel rusting on an off-ramp
And it's hopeless, another chance is no good with nowhere to take it
The burning couches and TV sets are all extinguished
The spray-paint fumes have floated away
I sit on a cinder block, the ceiling is all stained brown from the rain
And the radio says it time to go
Because the Styx has spilled its banks
If Hell is flooded, it's not my problem now
A little corroded, I could muddle through somehow
But I'm a lost soul, and stray dog sleeping beneath a railroad track
And I'm homeless, another chance is no good with nowhere to take it
I've got nowhere to go - Track Name: Noah vs. The Dinosaurs
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The molding of young minds
Don't let 'em get to thinking they can mold themselves
We can't use that kind
As raw materials in these edutisement schemes
Science is an exact science
Theory is gospel truth
Everything is already known by someone
So you don't need the curiosity of youth
And you'll never know in a million years
You'll never know in a million years
What's known about the last million years
Swept beneath the waves of time you'll be
Because Noah didn't have no room for the dinosaurs
What if it's true? What if it's true?
I believe in everything
The saving of young souls
Lest the world get to thinking it could save itself
The wisdom of ages is really old
Don't contradict your elders, sonny boy
The spreading rust on Occam's razor
These stories are gospel truth
There's someone who already knows everything
So you get to keep the innocence of youth
There hasn't been a million years
There hasn't been a million years
You'll know millions and millions of years
Swept beneath the waves of time you'll be
Because Noah didn't have no room for the dinosaurs
What if it's true? What if it's true?
I only believe in everything
The object is immovable
The force has delusions of irresistability
So it never gives up pushing
The process generates a lot of useless heat
Increasing the entropy of the system
Until the whole thing threatens to disintegrate into plasma
Because Noah didn't have no room for the dinosaurs
If nothing is true, nothing is true
Why believe in anything? - Track Name: Poker Bots
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OK you have to stop
Telling people how to build bots
Well and good for people to say
"I'd play against a bot any damn day"
Well and good for people to say
"Bots are weak." Not me
I don't want to play against online poker bots
They scare me, please make them stop - Track Name: Eternal September
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Was supposed to be in a marching band
Couldn't find a ride to the game
Tried to have them ol' walkin' blues
Turned out that my blues are lame
I locked myself in the chemistry lab
With the oven and the acetone
I crashed your party and scared off your guests
Just so I could be alone
It was eternal September
And I was new at it all
I didn't know any better
I didn't know any worse
Prescription written on a tombstone pad
By a doctor working out of a van
You were a cannonball coming at me
I had a raygun in my hand
It was eternal September
And I was new at it all
I didn't know any better
How was I to know I was doing it wrong
How was I to know I was doing it wrong
How was I to know I was doing it wrong
You scared me so that I tried to hide out
Anywhere I could pretend I was dead
Pawned my TV for a ticket back home
But it couldn't get me away from my head
It was eternal September
And I was new at it all
I didn't know any better
I couldn't do any worse I guess