That’s three hundred and sixty six songs of instant creation. That’s eighteen hours, nineteen minutes and thirteen seconds. That’s the longest album ever.

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Download audio file (366_Caffeine_Mania.mp3)

Another thought on my checklist
Another night I’ll spend awake
The clothes you bought are agitating
Your persona is fake

I pierced a hole in the company tin
And siphoned off some letters
I read it all in a storm drain
And kept my shit together

Chorus:
Honestly,
Caffeine is good for you
Honestly,
Caffeine is good for you
Honestly,
Drink it up
Drink it up and you’ll be fine

Another paper cup filled with excuses
I’ll take it all in stride
Another savior’s love, what I’m looking to
Fill me up inside

Chorus

Another tramp on the internet
Trotting out your sarcasm
I prefer mania to cigarettes
And more old cough medicine

You think a favors been done for me
But you didn’t use my name
I think a razor line of fidelity
is within my vocal range

Chorus

Down tuned half step.
Verse:
A D GAGA x4

Chorus:
B E x4

Download audio file (365_The_Snow.mp3)

It snowed till the snow fell down on the snow
and everything looked like snow
It snowed till the snow fell down on the snow
and my hands felt like snow

I said it rained
I said it snowed

It rained till the rain fell down on the rain
and the streets ran red with rain
It rained till the rain fell down on the rain
And everything wept with rain

I tell you it rained
I tell you it snowed

It snowed till the snow fell down on the snow
And my head felt like snow
It snowed till the snow fell down on the snow
And the lot damped dead with snow

I tell you it rained
I tell you it snowed

It rained till the rain fell down on the snow
And it all turned to ice
It rained till the rain fell down on the snow
And everything was sacrificed

I tell you it rained
I tell you it snowed

It snowed till the snow fell down on me
And i just saw a white cloud
It snowed till the snow fell down on me
I couldn’t scream out loud

I tell you it snowed
I tell you it rained
I tell you it snowed
Don’t listen to me because I’m deranged

It snowed till the snow fell down on snow
And everything felt like snow
It snowed till the snow fell up to the sky
And everything went down to die

I tell you it rained
I tell you it snowedw

Download audio file (364_Pauline.mp3)

Stuff me an envelope
With angry letters
I’m gonna get my
P O box together
Like a fraudulent screamer would
Like a drifted piece of wood

You can bite your lip
I’m not forgiving
It must be hard out
For half-cooked women
To stay in without thinking to much
To get round on the midnight bus

Empty my toothpaste
In your stainless sink
I hear you’re dancing Thursday
Down at the Shrinky Dink
Like a motherless child might
A night boxer throwing a fight

No you’re not pure and you’ve never been
No you’re not pure and you’ve never been
Seen you round the drugstore hanging out with the lonely men

Download audio file (363_Show_Them_the_Lights.mp3)

evil you say what you want
but nobody knows what i do
seagull where are you now
I need you all day the hard days

if anybody tells you you don’t know how to turn on the lights
you can show em
you can show em

mary why are your roses so contrary
nobody knows but me how to think up love

savior where have you gone
baby i’ve been missing you so long never even got to see you go

if somebody tells you you can’t turn on the light
you can show em
you can show em

if somebody tells you how you can’t turn on the light
then you gotta show em
you gotta show em

My waitress i need another cup of coffee hold the water
and coffee i need you to relax

my batteries are double cells they’re duracells and they are fine
the copper top keeps me up all night

if somebody tells you you can’t turn on the light
well you gotta show em
you gotta show em

if somebody tells you you can’t turn on the light
well you gotta show em
you gotta show em

Elvis why are you saying the same thing
why aren’t you saying a new thing
I don’t have the dues

My memory is short term now
There’s no point in remembering anyhow
My memory is short term now

and if somebody tells you you can’t turn on the light
well you gotta show em
you gotta show em

if somebody tells you you can’t turn on the light
then you gotta show em
you gotta show em

Mary…

Verse:
E A

Chorus:
D
E A

Download audio file (362_Suitcase_Theft.mp3)

someone took my suitcase in america
I didn’t get back my credit card
some of these people you just can’t buy
some of these wackos believe the lie

she makes all the old folks angry
she makes all the old folks angry
humming all the tunes they don’t like

music for the photographs in the backyard
for all the angry actors with background parts
for a double helium bass drum sound
For all the cops in this union town

she makes all the old folks angry
she makes all the old folks angry
humming all the tunes they don’t like

pockets for the poets without any pants
poxes for the white kid who think he can dance
for all the squeaky sounds on the tile floor
she took a red commuter to the ten fifty four

she makes all the old folks angry
she makes all the old folks angry
humming all the tunes they don’t like

G B# A# D#

Download audio file (361_Little_Saviors.mp3)

There’s a certain way you like it, and I’m not safe at all
Every little peephole is watching down the hall
And it always seems to go that way
Yeah it always seems to go that way

You put me in a strained position, I’m not holding it for long
I don’t want to make a bad decision, but I want to know who we are
And it always seems to go that way
Yeah it always seems to go that way

Chorus:
I don’t say you’re insane
I don’t say you’re wrong
That what I’ve suspected all along

Dozen little saviors on the pavement, always on the prowl
Gotta siphon off your savings to massacre the cow
And it always seems to go that way
Yeah it always seems to go that way

I never want a piece of action, I’m just looking for a night
You can take away my toys, but I’ll take away a life
And it always seems to go that way
Yeah it always seems to go that way

Chorus

Who cares about the mormons, and their secret underpants
Who cares about the masochists and their ironic dance
And it always seems to go that way
Yeah it always seems to go that way

Maybe I’m not so different
Maybe I’m not so differnt
Maybe I’m not so differnt at all

Verse:
Gm A# F

Chorus:
D# A# F
D# A# F
D# Gm

Download audio file (360_Better_Off_Crying.mp3)

I swallowed a pill
Like all the trash men do
I swallowed my gut
in the piano room

Now I’ve got a ring on my hand
I’ve got a bloody glove
I’ve got a ring on my right hand
But I left my love

Chorus:
Better off crying
on a broken string
Better off crying
because I can’t sing

I’m glad to be here I can’t stay
I’ve gotta get myself fired
Happy to be here I can’t stay
We get burned out after a while

Papa’s dead and mom’s gone away
I got a big lamp light on fire
Papa’s dead and mom’s gone away
I got a danelectro and a money pile

Chorus

Somebody better cut me a key
I’ve got anger on the channel
Somebody better cut me a key
I’ve got madness I can’t handle

I wish I was a whore again
With a box of white wine
I wish I was a whore again
But I’m smarter this time

Chorus

Verse:
D
A
G
D

Chorus:
D
F#m G
D
F#m G E,

Download audio file (359_Took_Her_to_the_Movies.mp3)

Every night I go walking by
With my baby
Every night I’m outside
Walking to my baby’s arms

I took her to the movies
she didn’t want anything to drink
I took her to the coffee shop
she didn’t want anything to drink

You can follow me
I’ll be up out with my baby
You can follow me
I’ll be walking with my baby

I took her to the station
she didn’t want anything to drink
I took her to the rock concert
she didn’t want anything to drink

You can follow me
I’ll be out with my baby
You can follow me
I’ll be out alone

I took her to my hotel room
she didn’t want a drink
I took her to the liquor stop
she didn’t want a drink

You can follow me through the
You can follow me through the town
You can follow me over the white castles
Till I’m in my baby’s arms

I took her to the movies
she didn’t want nothing to drink
I took her to the radio station
she didn’t want nothing to drink

Oh baby, let me roam with you

Chords:
A

Download audio file (358_10_Watts.mp3)

10 watts cannot keep you up at night
And they can’t keep the cigarette burns down
10 watts can’t turn on your stove
And they can’t count your meat by the pound

You might as well plug in
The circuit’s oscillating
The building will come down
I believe it will come down, I believe it will come down
But not without some instigation

10 watts can’t your refrigerator light on
And they cannot make your wife wait
10 watts can’t ring the bells of redemption
And they can’t spear the live bait

You might as well plug in
The circuit’s oscillating
The building will come down
I believe it will come down, I believe it will come down
But not without the drugstore nation

10 watts cannot keep the wolves away
And they can’t keep your neighbor up
10 watts can’t carry the denominator
Or stop a mangy paper cut

You might as well plug in
The circuit’s oscillating
The building will come down
I believe it will come down, I believe it will come down
But not without the entire drugstore nation

1
2345678910

Verse:
BG
BC#

Chorus:
G
B
C#
E

Download audio file (357_Running_to_My_Door.mp3)

A room without any furniture
Doorknobs painted gold
You don’t keep the lights on
At night time it gets cold
Sure that’s true, but I’ve heard it before
Don’t you ever stop running to my door?

Your man has got a hang lip
A toupee on his head
A gold ring and a promise
Can’t keep you in his bed
Well I know it must be true, but I’ve heard it before
Don’t you ever stop running to my door?

You been getting hungry
Sitting in your fogged up car
Can’t open the tuna fish
Can’t twist off the jar
Well I know it must be true, but I’ve heard it before
Don’t you ever stop running to my door

Guitar

Your family has issues
They just can’t get along
Yeah your mother and father
Play that Chopin all night long
Well I know it must be true, because you told me before
Don’t you ever stop running to my door

You can’t sell any paintings
It’s against your integrity
Plus you need a subject
It might as well be me
Well I know it must be true, because you told me before
Don’t you ever stop running to my door

Verses:
D#
D#
G#
D#
A#
G#
D#j

Download audio file (356_Sanest_Boy.mp3)

Can’t you hear me down by the swamp
Sending out my call
Don’t want to stay alone any more

I don’t care, if you’re the same
I don’t care if only rats came round
Save all my sorrow underground

Chours:
Oh, I’m the sanest boy you know
Oh, I’m the sanest boy you know

You can wrap me in wax paper
In a double sealed bag
I will bleed right through on your dirty hands

It’s like a poor person said
Enough never happens again
I’ll never own a girl that thin

Chorus

Do you get your order for free
Your sentence denied
And a hand of straight nines

Take me on a famous ride
Round places filled with luck
I’ll be a chaperone of lust

Chours

Verse:
F#m A
F#m A
D A F#m

Chorus:
[E F#m A
E F#m ] x2

Download audio file (355_Where_the_Leaves_Still_Hang.mp3)

Tie up my body where the leaves still hang
Tie up my body where the land don’t break
Oh my morgan
where does it end
Oh my morgan
where does it end

Cut a hole in the grass with your razor knife
And skin the lawn of all it’s life
Mortgage my car with a felt tip pen
Sell my secrets to typewriter men
Oh my morgan
where does it end
Oh my morgan
where does it end

First remember my appetite
My angry head and catfish fight
I was just a boy almost my age
When they found someone to blame
Oh my morgan
where does it end
Oh my morgan
where does it end

Pay for mercy pound for pound
Drop my body in hallowed ground
Two cents money in a straw hat
Let they know I died standing fat

You’ve got these museums full of femur bones
You’ve got salvation when you walk alone
You’ve got sunglasses vision in the night
You’ve got what you need, you’ve got it right
Oh my morgan
where does it end
Oh my morgan
where does it end

Verse
AB
AB
AB
F# A

Middle:
Em A
G A
Em A
G A

Download audio file (354_Fire_on_the_Brain.mp3)

You’ve got a fever, and it’s been lingering on
You’ve got a fever, call the doctor on the phone
You’ve got a fever so hot that won’t go down

It might be the measles
It might be the mumps
It could be that you haven’t had it off for eleven months

You’ve got a fever, and it’s been lingering on
You’ve got a fever, call the doctor on the phone
You’ve got a fever so hot that won’t go down

Drink the freezing oceans
Drink the falling rains
You can drink the freezing oceans
You can drink the failing rains
It won’t cool you down, you’ve got fire on the brain

You’ve got a fever, and it’s been lingering on
You’ve got a fever, call the doctor on the phone
You’ve got a fever so hot that won’t go down

Some call you devil, some call you thief
They can say what they want you just need relief
You’ve got it so bad that you can’t sleep

You’ve got a fever, and it’s been lingering on
You’ve got a fever, call the doctor on the phone
You’ve got a fever so hot that won’t go down

You’ve got a fever, and it’s been lingering on
You’ve got a fever, call the doctor on the phone
You’ve got a fever so hot that won’t go down

B blues.

Download audio file (353_Neighbor_Town.mp3)

Let’s talk about your clothes
And your fishnet head
We can talk about your debt
And your homelessness

All under neath town
they’ve got your name
And yoou
just keep living the same

Chorus:
You got to clean yourself up
You’ve got to dry yourself down
And don’t knock out any windows in your neighbors town

We can talk about the heat
And the cable bill
You can gnaw on all the walls
Until you’ve had your fill

You’ve been playing stickball
Out in the hall again
With those sucker
drugged up scottish men

Chorus

We can talk about your woman
She’s playing with knives
And doing plastic surgery
On the sly

Where is your
originality at?
It’s hiding in the bushes
with the twelfth life cat

Chorus

Download audio file (352_Wesley_Willis.mp3)

Wesley Willis recorded songs
Everybody laughed at him
All those stupid frat boys just had a laugh
Where are those frat boys now?
You know where you’re at

Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
You’re my number one champ
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
You’re my number one champ

What happened to the spelling bee kids
What happened to the people with marbles
What happened to the crosswords puzzlers
What happened to the objects of ridicule
Objects of ridicule, objects of ridicule

Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis
Wesley Willis

He never got to work with Sonic Youth
He didn’t get to put his cartoons in a gallery
He didn’t get his face on an Andy Warhol record
He never got his own microphone

Bo Diddley three chord trick in C.

Download audio file (351_Casino_Luck.mp3)

I’m getting dirty looks
From every women
It’s because
I’m a star

Did you think everyone
Would listen to your?
Did you think you ever
had the blues?

Casino luck
Doesn’t go away
Yours is not an exception

All the poor folks
Say I’m a robber
It’s because
I’m a star

Sometimes it’s an accident
That doesn’t quit
And drags you down
Into the shit

Casino luck
Doesn’t go away
Yours is not an exception

All the weathermen
Hate me guys
It’s because I’m a star

I’ve bounced another
rain check
I’m sure you’re saving up for me

Casino luck
Doesn’t go away
Yours is not an exception

VersE:
G Am
D A#m Am G

Chorus:
C7#9 G
C7#9 D

Download audio file (350_Looking_for_Water.mp3)

I’ll paint my face up and everybody there, looks the same
Will say it’s out of phase with the light, the light, is not a light
I was staring at the end of the road, down at a rose
I got dust inside my eyes, it was a light

I toured the borders of the property, looking for water
And not once did I spit on the ground, nothing was found
So many fault lines, so many fault lines, to be filled up
We didn’t want to move around, nothing was found

Chorus:
She had a name, she had a name
She had a name and it was good
She had a name, she had a name
She had a name and it was good

We sent the trees into the air, they were haunted
And the law was not observed, not by the word
Are my lessons just for me, because I forgot them
I will not learn another word, not by the word

Chorus
Chorus

We cut apart the bible, and the cards
Put them back together, it wasn’t hard
Nobody calls me on the phone, anymore
I was alone, I’m not alone

Chorus

A F
C Dm

Chorus:
A Db

Download audio file (349_Tape3b.mp3)

You’ve got to pay your dos
You can’t walk around with a cigarette in your cheek
Strutting around like a riviera freak

Isn’t it a pity
Factory doors are always open
There’s always a place for orphans

Chorus:
Take a brown paper bag
Pull it around your head
Take a brown paper bag
Pull it around your head

Hey, don’t you got a dollar?
Prowling around, a snake in the ground
Listening to the widows howl

Dancing like a puppet
Your god is on fire
Your god is on fire

Chorus

Hey, the lights are down
You can always find forgiveness in a crowd
You can wear a christmas crown

In a mine, in a mine
You can get that million in cash
You can pretend that you laugh

Capo 4, C

Download audio file (348_We_Can_All_Eat_Cake.mp3)

You can beat on the keys until your eyes bleed
You will never match the machine

Somebody said, we can all eat cake
They cut off her head, she made a mistake

Somebody fundamental died
while you were rotting for the other side

You can beat on the keys until your eyes bleed
You will never match the machine

You can drive that car like a steal spike
But there isn’t a turnpike that can take you away

You can blow at the fire all you want
Put a needle can’t pull the haystack up, up and away

You can beat on the keys until your eyes bleed
You will never match the machine

Somebody heard a mockingbird
And they shot it down hard
Somebody shot a chicken up
With chicken flavored lard
I want to know what’s going on
In my neighbors back yard
But I don’t know
Any thing

He had a short car and a whaler beard
He didn’t stay around for years

My trifling’ baby I want to hear you say
where did i go wrong, where did I lay

You can beat on the keys until your eyes bleed
You will never match the machine

You can beat on your head against the screen door
You will never get out of the submarine

Download audio file (347_Luckiest_Motherfucker.mp3)

I feel I’m the luckiest boy in the world
and all of my neighbors don’t know what they’ve been moaning for

I get up out of habit and go down to the newspaper shop
And sign up for a dozen subscriptions I don’t want

Chorus
Well, I guess I’ve fallen in love
I’ve been drunk for days
Are any of you motherfuckers our there listening?

If there’s a bank, I’ve already robbed it
and the cops can see I’ve got it good

The Okies and the cowards all huddle around
Picking up the pennies I throw on the ground

Chorus

If think you can speak foully in the presence of your listeners
No little Benny I don’t have a name

You haven’t met me and my lines the same
Any of you out there thinking you know my name?
You surely don’t

Chorus

In the corridor we set up plastic chairs
And waited for our woman to come here

And for hours we just down chewed the walls
Until this hour ran out and the runner called

Chorus

Bm Esus4
F#sus4 Bm

Download audio file (346_Lo-fidelity.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

Who pulled the leaves
Off the grape tree
Who put the needle
on top of me
And burned down all my sounds
Now I’m lo-fidelity

Who’s pollution
is in my city?
Who’s renovating
my fair city?
Who put my grave under a parking spot
Probably someone pretty

Chorus: I was too young
to do any damage
Tell me what
is my sentence
List my crimes
And I’ll serve my
Solitary smiling

If it boils you
must not watch the pot
And while I wait
My string got caught
On the hooks on your brassiere
and pulled apart my sweater

I cut the leash
on your pit bull
And let him out
in the street of Chicago
Free to run from his hungry gut
Somewhere else to go

Chorus

Take your gloves off
And give them back
Take your name off
the drying rack
Where’s your number on this list
I don’t got you back

Clean your face
with astringent
and witch hazel
infused with mint
Red is the color of
my prophylactic blood

Chorus

Verse:
E
E
A B
C#m
B

Chorus:
C#m
A B
C#m
A B E

Download audio file (345_We_Got_Da_Virus.mp3)

*One more song is coming tonight, and then we’re back on track following the minor server issue.*

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

who put these records on
We got the virus
who put these records on
We got the virus

who put these records on
We got the virus
who put these records on
We got the virus

long long ago there was a little turntable that ran off of DC current
And everybody put their disc on top and waited for their turn
And their hair turned to silver and their arms fell off
And nobody heard the song they wanted and everybody lost

Now we’ve got a computer to play our songs
It plays Janet Jackson all night long
it plays heart attacks and midnight strolls
Through the valley of death and toil

Now we’ve got a computer jockey Who runs his cores on poison gas
Who’s innovation’s never past
Who plays are disks twice as fast
Who fills the air with mustard gas
lasted with ecstasy

Who burns a whole inside our heads
and plants irradiated dead
and kills the misanthropic reds
and feeds the telescopic meds
and tells our stories to the feds

who put these records on
We got the virus
who put these records on
We got the virus

who put these records on
We got the virus
who put these records on
We got the virus

long ago and far away we used to have a round victrola ran off of a crank
and everybody thought they heard their voices in a lake
Gurgling so you could barely make out the hummingbirds and drums
beating all over out heads like it was nineteen eighty one

Now we’ve got a computer to play our songs
it plays michael jackson all night long
it plays asbestos and e m p
through a compressed frequency

Now we’ve got a computer jockey who runs his errands on our backs
who’s standby mode is never past
Who’s standby hard drive doesn’t crash
Who’s little eye we’re staring at
Like angry little moths

Who burns a number in our cells
Who congers up the magic pills
Bring Toshiba, I’m feeling Ill
He plants me with his runny fill
he plants me with his virus

who put these records on
We got the virus
who put these records on
We got the virus

who put these records on
We got the virus
who put these records on
We got the virus

Chorus:
Eb B
Eb C# x2

Verse:
E B repeat

Download audio file (344_Pinched_Nerve.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

speak with my hands
and make the fingers
what they want to be
and make this skin breath

under the grime
dishwater landscape
and the preserver
the only preserver left

night the sea comes
and sets on fire
your little paddle
is a plastic toy

run from plastic
and the numbers
will make you go blind
in an ecstatic joy

Been getting dumb
for so long I
So long I keep
repeatin repeatin

scrubbed up disc
buffed and primed
priced and loaded
repeatin my beating

speak with my hands
and make me wake up
I do not want
what they say

nerves grew up
contradictory currents
perpendicular brain
pinching away

8 Bar Blues, Bb

Download audio file (343_Little_Good_Thinking_Will_Do.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

Little good thinking will do
even when everyone is whispering to you
Little good thinking will do

I once had a dollar for every dime
Had a harpoon for the piccadilly line
Made checkerboards out of magazines
And I never stepped outside

I once had a woman needy and mean
She was so expensive and cruel to me
Now I think I got a theory of everything
And I never had a mouth to feed

Little good thinking will do
even when everyone is whispering to you
Little good thinking will do

Go up to the hotels on a saturday
Chase all the tourists away
The police can step on our hands
We’ll never give our hammers away

The longer the road the cheaper the mile
I think about things on my motorcycle
I got a dozen maps and I’ve been forthright
Don’t you follow me round child

Little good thinking will do
even when everyone is whispering to you
Little good thinking will do

Little good thinking will do
even when everyone is whispering to you
Little good thinking will do

Took my little fifth wheel up the tower
We broke clocks and sang for power
We got caught up in the element
Running like naked cowards

What’s eddy say? What’s eddy say?
What’s eddy say? What’s eddy say?
“Go now and never come away.”
I think that’s what he said

Down tuned full step.

Verse:
CF
CF
Am
FG

Chorus:
F G
Am F
F G

Download audio file (342_You_Drop_a_Brick_on_Her_Heart.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

You are just a lonely boy
Looking for some love
You drop a brick on their hearts
And strut around like a dove

You haven’t done any good
so I keep you locked down
You used your precious gifts
and schemed this shanty town

Chorus:
You can’t be free because your
Body is a weapon
You villain can’t you hear
The mother’s crying?
You can’t be free because your
Body is a weapon
You villain can’t you hear
The honey bees dying?

Now don’t you change your mind
I know you can cope
The situations never different
It’s not what you hope

When the fire starts spreading
how will you get up?
When the roof is an island
where will you go up?

Chorus

There’s nothing I can do
But keep an eye on you
Oh sure you’ve got restraint
But that’s not new

You don’t know what car to drive
But you got the key
You don’t know which house is yours
But you know it’s time to leave

Chorus

Don’t you care, don’t you care about anything but yourself? x fadeout

VersE:
Eb
F#
Bb

Chorus:
Eb
F#
EB Bb Eb

Download audio file (341_Jons_Big_Dream.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

Don’t count me out
If it doesn’t rain
I’m still in the game

Don’t count me out
These hospital wounds
Don’t make me lame

Bathroom mirrors tell me the truth
My head hangs low in thin vermouth

There’s a silver lining up above
One day I’m gonna get it
And when I get it
I’ll get it good

It’s too late to dance
I’ve got my tap shoes
And I’m aching like a fawn

But if the fog rolls out
Think of this great big world
We’ll be stepping on

Yeah the keys in the basket by the door
Baby we’ve been down the road before

If there’s dignity in this state
We’re gonna find it
And when I get it
I’ll get it good

I’m spread out thin
like an Afghan rug
Thinking about refined days

I always bring
spirit to my water
And pleasure to my ways

Painted houses never get dry
The words in my mouth are filled with lies

If there’s a something out there that can help
I’m gonna find it
And when I get it
I’ll get him good

No Don’t count me out
I’m as angry as ever
And taller than this place

No don’t count me out
I don’t need control
Because I’ve got mistakes

This year’s passing over the line
I’ve got the hunger and a prisoner’s mind

If there’s a place for me at the table
I’m gonna get it
And when I get it
I’ll get it good

And when I get it
I’ll get it good

And when I get it
I’ll get it good

Capo 2

A
A
F#m

A
A
F#m

D
A

D
A
E
A

A
A
F#m

A
A
F#m

D
A

D
A
E
A

A
A
F#m

A
A
F#m

D
A

D
A
E
A

F#m
F#m
A

F#m
F#m
A

D
A

D
A
E
A
E
A
E
A

This song was co-written with Rachael Brown, I did the music and a verse or two.

Download audio file (340_Shetland_Dog.mp3)

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Shetland dogs got hair in their eyes
I can’t stand the smell of flue
Pineapple fruitcake upside-down
What’s the use in counting clues?

I am a forest of the mind
You are a long, slow screw.
Let’s make the most of these herringbone blinds
Take a knife, cut the spoon in two.

Pterodactyl petticoats in the wind.
Mirrors in the bath. Nails made of tin.
Holy water flap jacks and monkey pie.
Bob won’t be the first snowflake to die.

Runaway slave come near me
I want to hit you out in my basement shed
When you get your kicks tonight
I want to pour my water on your head and feed you bread

Shetland dogs got ham on their hand
Rail stand is made of glue
Pineapple fruitcake upside down
What’s the use in counting clues?
What’s the use in counting clues?
What’s the use in counting clues?

G# B C# D#

Download audio file (339_Tanning_Elaine.mp3)

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You know when I stare out my window
I see people I don’t care about
And when I watch my television
I don’t know my own whereabouts
In this broken piece of earth

Give em enough and they’ll string you up
And throw a party for your grief
And if that ain’t heaven, who knows what is
But, I know it’s time I’m leaving
This bus depot town

God don’t like it, I don’t either
We at least agree on that
God don’t like it, I don’t either
Where’s your women at?

I don’t want to look in anyone’s face
They all still look like me
If you ask it, then so be it
I’ll let the water be
I know what’s underneath

Everything here is for Elaine
T-t-tanning in the sun
All the roads turn into water
All the airwaves hum
for little Elaine

God don’t like it, I don’t either
We at least agree on that
God don’t like it, I don’t either
Where’s your women at?

I don’t wish I could write a book
Because I know I can’t
I’m kicking this machine
Because of what it ate
And ain’t that a pity

Moses-Moses & the Son of our God
started a street gang
The King is finally on his throne
Under where the tennis shoes are thrown
isn’t that disappointing?

God don’t like it, I don’t either
We agree on that
God don’t like it, I don’t either
Where’s your women at?

God don’t like it, I don’t either
We agree on that
God don’t like it, and I don’t either
Where’s your woman at?

Verse:
D
D
Gm
G#
D

Chorus:
D
Bm
D
Bm

Download audio file (338_Shooting_People_Blues.mp3)

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This old shoe box
Can not stand up
In this sort of
Recluse place

They had a thousand people
Coming over the hill
Listening to the sound
Hiding their face

They had a hundred people
With nothing to do but scream
They had a hundred others
Shooting from the edge of the green

This sandalwood
Is made for guns
This craving knife
Cuts through the pulp

A big straw hat
and a pair of shoes
Bowling shoes
And a tricycle pump

They had a hundred people
Cooking wild pork and beans
They had a hundred others
Shooting down on the green

They say Pacino
You say pop-up books
This is not high art
On sale tonight

And a silver jet
Never saw a cloud
Never saw a bird
Never lost a fight

They had a hundred people
In a aviator’s dream
They had a hundred others
Shooting down on the green

A
A
A
A

D
D
A
A

E D
E D
E D
E A D E

Download audio file (337_Up_Sidedown.mp3)

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Somebody needs another top up
Their porcelain is getting low
Somebody needs to get blown
This might be a good time to go

And how strange it is to walk in the light
When the stranger just reads his grocery list
And how strange it is to exist
And to still be so damn innocent

The letters are written on your grave
We’ll all forget unless you misbehave
I’m up side down

Where is my new opportunity
The old one never took me anywhere
Where is my great society
The old one never really seemed to care

Somebody needs some absurdity
To fill the cracks in the tile floor
Somebody knows it, but it’s not me
And I don’t want to spoil the final word

The letters are written on your grave
If we forget we’ll use your slave name
We’re up side down

I drank the wine from a paper cup
Well what else were you expecting from me?
I drank the wine but I threw up
Hold me close I’m in the wrong section for seating

The letters are written on your grave
We’ll all forget unless you misbehave
I’m up side down

I’m up side down
I’m up side down
I’m up side down
I’m up side down

D - G A x8
Em - G
Em - G A

Download audio file (336_Mister_G.mp3)

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I’m voiding my connection
That’s not my voice
I’m voiding my connection
That’s not my voice

Did Cain and Abel
Wonder about this?
Did Cain and Abel
Ever wonder about this?

Say the number
With another breath
Say the number
With another breath

Did Walt Disney
Worry about this?
Did Walt Disney
Worry about this?

I’m starting a magazine
About my lifestyle
I’m starting a magazine
Put my face on the cover

I’ll do another one
Mr. G
Just take out my insurance
From the shipping company

Now ain’t it hard
To love somebody new
Ain’t it hard to love
Somebody new

I can try to be kind
But I might seem toady
I can try to be kind
Without telling the truth

A - B - F#/Gbaug

Download audio file (335_Piggy_Bank.mp3)

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Capo 2

E G Cmaj7

Piggy Bank is full of broken nickels
I’ve got it from a source, I’m now too old
Piggy bank is full of guns and whistles
They lie about life, but mainly rock and roll

Piggy bank is full of my bitches
Every name I left in my phone bank
Piggy bank is full of dirty wishes
I don’t know which service provider to thank

Oh, Oh, Oh
I’m a broke down piece of garbage
Send me away, never to return
Oh, Oh, Oh
Broke down piece of garbage
Who’s gonna take me to the curb?

Piggy bank is full of tooth fillings
Who here has the right to live?
Piggy bank is full of suicide mailings
I don’t think I have any of your stuff to give

Piggy bank is full of ex-girlfriends
Hiding in the cracks of the tile
Piggy bank is full of condescension
Hiding in the cracks of their smiles

Oh, Oh, Oh
I’m a broke down piece of garbage
Send me away, never to return
Oh, Oh, Oh
Broke down piece of garbage
Who’s gonna take me to the curb?

Download audio file (334_Tiger_Dreams.mp3)

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Now the tiger in his cage
Knows this meat’s no good
And the old man feeds it to him
an hour later than he should

Now the monkey has his family
Knows which fruits to peel
And no man throws nuts at them
because they have the capacity to feel

A surrealist painter
paints an impressionist scene
Of course, in private, in private
In his wet and lonely dreams

his neighbor the waiter
with a medieval haircut
scrapes water from his ceiling
and collects it in a cup

Now the tiger is late to eat
But who’s to tell him what to do
He paces, he paces
And dreams he’s out on the loose

Chewing down the living
With his buttermilk growl
Eating all the human babies
Who’s the handsome one now?

Now me I’m easy
I don’t have left a dream
But I wish I had a Ray Charlie voice
And a record that was clean

Oh, my tiger
You are the sapient today
Chewing done everything
Until something better gets in your way

And like I said, I’m easy
I just overlook
The slaughter, the slaughter
But I don’t….
No I don’t…
No I don’t.

Capo 4

C
Am
F
C

Download audio file (333_Go_On_By.mp3)

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Oh Estelle
these bones are abbreviated
and how I’m gonna rise up with this b-grade meat

Oh Estelle
this novel’s getting too long
runs itself independently of me

I don’t worry
I try to lie
I don’t worry
they go on by

Oh Estelle
If I ever wake in the same size shoes
Wake me with the floorboard blues

Oh Estelle
I’m weary of sickness, I’m weary of disease
I’m weary of the angry leaves

I don’t worry
I try to lie
I don’t worry
they go on by

Oh Estelle
The redder the clay the softer the road
The slower my wheel can go

Oh Estelle
the higher the fine
the longer I wait before I get back my time

I don’t worry
I try to lie
I don’t worry
they go on by

Verse:
F# E
B F#

Chorus:
B F#
E F#

Download audio file (332_Cloud_Dreams.mp3)

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I never get a wish from a star
I get mine from the clouds
and if I seem defensive
I don’t mean to arouside

Your suspicion of my stibborn
nature in your trust
You have only been kind
offering fever and rust

Odd commodities these days
days you can’t hardly walk
to run into hungry old friends
making lines round your body in chalk

We put on our kettles and rest
before another daydream begins
And after the whistle calls it over
that’s when, that’s when

I never throw my pennies in the well
I get mine from the clouds
Anyway, it’s all in the water
Whatever form is around

D Cm A
Capo 4

Download audio file (331_See_The_Lights.mp3)

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On a tuesday night with no school
Be thankful you can’t get far
We don’t have bicycles,
we don’t have horses
All we’ve got is a car
All we’ve got is a car

Yeah, the sights you’ve already seen
Be thankful you can’t go home
Pound down the soda
Shake down this town
All we’ve got to do is roam
All we’ve got to do is roam

Drive around and see the lights
With sunglasses on your eyes
I would guess this is why
They invented life x2

It’s illegal to drive to some degree
When you’re far too bright and young
We don’t have shoulders
We can’t buy booze
We can’t get any fun
We can’t buy any fun

Drive around and see the lights
With sunglasses on your eyes
I would guess this is why
They invented life x2

Nobody needs a radio
When you’ve got a CD-R
We don’t hear Christians
We don’t hear ads
All we need is a car
All we need is a car

Drive around and see the lights
With hard glass over our eyes
I would guess this is why
They invented life x2

I know it’s why they invented prisons

Verse
E B
E A B
B
B
C#m
A B

Chorus:
E B
B C#m
C#m A
A B

Download audio file (330_Lower_Cause.mp3)

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She’s too busy for public relations
On channel 12 and old newspapers
Her cigarette needs a light
But not me, no not me
If I did that I’d be up all night

The preacher passed the plate
Around for seconds
No one goes till we get ours
But not me, no not me
I’m looking out for a lower cause

People carry roses
and say hello to strangers
with tinted sunglass smiles
But not me, no not me
I’m walking a lowlier mile

Solid construction, rote-o-rooter
I can see my mirror on the construction sign
But not you, no not you
You’re stuck in waltzing time

I can hear the breathing
Of an unfinished novel
Hate to see him so low down
But not me, no not me
The words are easily found

I see you whistle
Moan by the lone lamppost
Suck down the poppy seeds
But not me, no not me
I don’t have a habit to feed
I ain’t dirty

Open G

G
G
G
C D C D
D

Download audio file (329_Whirling_Wind_Blues.mp3)

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Oh I went outside in the whirling wind
Pushes through the bone, dries the skin
Oh that cold wind blows through my doubt
And leaves my clothing strewn about

And when I say my helpless plea
I hope that you will speak with me
I need a reference more than ever now
Water on the ship deck, far above the bow

I can send em out but it just doesn’t matter
There’s always someone who’s stuffed it fatter
Someone to undercut my pride
What the king can’t see, I’ll keep locked up inside

I publish anything I want
Nobody can tell me that I can’t
I’ve got an independent press with four color liquid speed
I’ve got a mobilizer to get my opponents to concede

Oh I went outside in the whirling wind
I don’t think I’ll go back inside again
It’s getting warmer now that winters come around
Hypothermia’s got me over ground

I can send em out but it just doesn’t matter
There’s always someone who’s stuffed it fatter
Someone to undercut my pride
What the king can’t see, I’ll keep locked up inside

A E
A E
A E
D E

Download audio file (328_Low_Interest.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

Well build me a mansion
Where the roads meet
Seven rum barrels
And a mouth to feed

My sugar’s understanding
About my situation
I got a higher need
For high relations

Why not sell it to me
Sell it to me now
Well your interest’s so low
I can afford you anyhow

So cruel in my black robe
I run the gallows in this town
Let he he cast the last stone
Be struck down

Well, goodbye my honey
The dust is driving me home
I didn’t catch the right line
But at least I’m on my own

Why not sell it to me
Sell it to me now
Well your interest’s so low
I can afford you anyhow

Verse:
E B
A
E B
A

Chorus:
F# B
F# B
E
B

Download audio file (327_Drink_The_Dead_Sea.mp3)

Moses is a gasping for air
The little guppy’s saying what are you gonna do
His lower lip is pleading
You can’t drink the dead sea, so what are you gonna do

Chorus:
What to do
What’s wrong with you
You got problems
What to do

Are you gonna let him talk to you like that
on your mind and firefights and chemical beds
Round her neck you put a string of red pearls
And music seemed to follow every letter she sent

Chorus

Someone said her breath was sweat but the source
remained anonymous and oh what happened to her
Her lemon smile and her big white teeth
Here’s a toast for your bleach british mare

Laughing in the corner like a tall headed dog
over pouring bosoms in a brown dress
She looks just like a french maid
Man, what happened to my rain mistress?

Chorus x2

Verse: E B C#

Chorus: E D A E

Download audio file (326_Misogamy.mp3)

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I never thought that you were the type to hold a grudge and shiver in spite of the warm embrace I offered you twice

You must have known I was for real but you didn’t seem to care at all you spiteful little bitch, I was trying to be nice

Hey Matilda, I’m coming home with lazy eyes and fractured bones and my self-confidence

Hey Matilda, you’re all right, you only let me down at night but I’m sure that’s just a lunar coincidence

And who would’ve guessed by the way you dressed but you were a lifeless lover who didn’t seem to care which shoes were your’s

Jackboots and ballerina flats, little red pumps and elevators that lift the rump and make you tall enough to spit and squirm

But I never learned a single note I never remembered what I wrote and you used it as a way to turn me blue

I forgot your name, your address, your postcard box and your sea salt dress your golden idol closet worship room

Hey Matilda, I’m coming home with lazy eyes and fractured bones and confidence

Hey Matilda, you’re all right, you only let me down at night but that’s only a lunar incident

A D
A B C

Download audio file (325_Standby_Numbers.mp3)

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Connection run
Standby numbers on
I was alone when you paged me
I was alone when you paged me
Leave a number
After the beep

Chorus:
Despite all your violence
I’m in compliance
Despite all your violence
I’m in compliance

Sexes on fire
Relay station wire
I was so scared and clean
I was so scared and clean
The suspect’s
Just off screen

Chorus:

My favorite shows are always on
My favorite shows are always on

Cut the cable
Burn the stable
Breakup the building
Breakup the building
You shall not
Conceal the killing

Despite all your violence
You’re in compliance
Despite all your violence
You’re in compliance

Download audio file (324_I--ustrations.mp3)

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Get out your stones
Two people can’t know that much

Step out on the dock
But don’t look down or you’ll fall off

Chours:
Someone’s eye is blinking
Monday’s come and gone
All I see are illustrations
Someone get a chair I think I’ve gone wrong

Put up your hat
And don’t ever take it down

A place I can visit soon
A legion who live underground

Leonardo Da Vinci
He put these door frames up

A secret room of observation
With a shingle side rooftop

Chorus

A nervous little twat
With his pictures in a book

Wrote that poem an hour ago
And never gave it a second look

Chorus

Verse:
C
Fmaj7

Chorus:
Em F G

Download audio file (323_Broken_Ankle.mp3)

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My broken ankle is healing well
and I spilt over those polka dot drinks
I ripped the netting and the heating bills
I ripped off some lines without thinking

sugar is the third ingredient
be sure to stir it well
I can’t remember the other too
But it’s so sweet you can’t tell

Chorus:
One, Two, Three
Count to Four
One, Two, Three
Count to Four

my pants are sewn of wool
my tea is filled with honey
I bet your life for a good buck
but I really needed the money

Someday soon I’m gonna get a ford
and drive up the economy
And when my name comes up again
please say that you know me

Chorus

We made love without invitations
But I sent you a thank you note
And in that card were seven words
Three of which I wrote

cotton messiah four heaps high
whispered dirty secrets spoke soft lies
cotton messiah on the other side
showed himself missouri and skinned its hide

A D
E7
A D
E7

Chorus:
F#m A

Download audio file (322_I_Should_Keep_My_Dog_Fenced_In.mp3)

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Yelp, I say
Heaven knows who the divorcee is
And I don’t believe in heaven
But I’ll take a lot of pictures
The neighbors say I don’t keep my dog fenced in

the utility bill is caught between
the mailbox and my hand
I couldn’t believe
that I got proper helpings
The neighbors say I don’t keep my dog fenced in

Guitar

Holy Moses I have been confused
I don’t know which figure
This statue is
How can you discern-n
The neighbors say I should keep my dog fenced in

He-ey I want to borrow your car
Take it down to Mississippi
That’s where my savior lives
The neighbors say I should keep my dog fenced in

Guitar

Why don’t we go out dancing
I could be your moonlight duck
Cut out a hole
And search for salmon
I should keep my dog fenced in
I should keep my dog fenced in

Am blues.

Download audio file (321_Masking_Tape.mp3)

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I don’t like these drugs they’re making me take
It’s warm and dark and quiet and hard
I don’t like living under masking tape
Covers my body, covers my face, my arms
And what did I do to anyone?
I don’t know, I don’t know

It was real, you can taste it
I don’t know what I look like now
I don’t see past all these bandages
My lines are high, my counts are down
What can you do with me?
I don’t know, I don’t know

La La La
La La La

A crash course for a finder’s fee
It’s for real you can peel of the layers
I heard a nurse was walking out
Never heard her coming in
What was real, what was real?
I don’t know, I don’t know

G#m A
G#m A
G#m A
G#m A
E D G#m
G#m A

Middle:
D C#m G#m

Download audio file (320_Festering_Gospels_and_Costume_Jewelry.mp3)

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I’ve had enough of you false prophecy
With your festering gospels and costume jewelry
Your incest and your nonchalance
Your commercialized pragmatic finger-pointing Idealism
That thing, it’s not my style

You don’t have a name for it yet
and I don’t see why you need one
Your carry ons and broken watches
Your jingoised suburban block parties
That thing, it’s not my style

This is a serious rock machine
This is the real deal
This is a serious rock machine
This is the real deal
I don’t know anything yet, but I know how to feel

A penalty for all your casual evenings
Rip off your robes, rip off your tie
Rip off your workers and rip off your scissors
Tell the ignorant about your white rat lie
That thing, that thing, is not my style

This is a what you don’t have a name for
This is the thing
You don’t have a name for
This is the thing
I don’t know anything, but I know everything

Drop-D 12-Bar blues, played in the key of G, and play some wrong notes in the guitar part at the middle.

Download audio file (319_Paper_Doll.mp3)

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I cut my paper doll out of a magazine
I dressed her up with my sewing machine
And what did I have to show
An ungrateful girl, an ungrateful girl

I pressed my flowers in a leather bound
And left her to graze my gated grounds
And what did I have to show
An ungrateful girl, an ungrateful girl

Down to the river where the rocks run red
Feeling so dead inside
Down to the river where the rocks run red
Feel like a genocide

She took my horse on a silent night
But she never left my sight
And where did she go
My ungrateful girl, ungrateful girl

Down to the river where the rocks run red
Feeling so dead inside
Down to the river where the rocks run red
Feel like a genocide

Down to the river where the rocks run red
Down to the river where the rocks run red
Down to the river where the rocks run red
By my baby’s side

Drop-D, but play it like it’s not dropped.

D A7
D A7
D
D A7

Chorus:
D D/C A G

Download audio file (317_Laughing_Man.mp3)

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You’ve got a head start
In the parking lot
Watch it camera’s on
Watch it camera’s on

When you were locked up
The got a hold of you
You thought you were torn
And

Uh-oh-uh

Make a statement
in the sidecar
Make a widow
in the streetcar
I don’t know why I am amused
I don’t know why I am amused
I don’t know why I am amused
I don’t know why I am amused anymore

Anymore, anymore, anymore

Eb tuning.
Am and G

Download audio file (316_White_Raincoats.mp3)

Lyrics and guitar below. Open source and free.

Under the bridge in your rain coat
You’re staring at the ground
Of all the people
You’re still around
Have some coffee
Have a dollar hazel
My blue jeans are gonna soak up the mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty river

Wearing your raincoat I have to agree
Wearing your raincoat I have to agree
I don’t see any lines, I don’t see lines
I see a big fat zero, a big fat zero
aA big fat zero, a big fat zero, a big fat zero

And what you said is not true
You look good nude
Of all the people
You’re still around
As I woke up
I pulled down the blinds
My sunglasses are gonna soak up, monochromatic mind

Wearing your raincoat I have to agree
Wearing your raincoat I have to agree
I don’t see lines, I don’t see lines
Don’t see lines, don’t see lines
I see a big fat zero, a big fat zero
A big fat zero, a big fat zero

Download audio file (315_Milk_and_Cream.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

The radio is full of buzz
The radio is full of buzz
The radio is full of buzz
And the world is grateful

The band has gone to sleep
The band has gone to sleep
The band has gone to sleep
And the world is grateful

Milk and cream, milk and cream
Milk and cream, milk and cream

The girls are lonely, the girls are lonely
The girls are lonely, the girls are lonely
The girls are lonely, the girls are lonely
And we are not together

That’s how it is, that’s how it is
That’s how it is, that’s how it is
We are not, we are not, that’s how it is
We are not together

Milk and cream, milk and cream
Milk and cream, milk and cream

Milk, milk, milk
Milk, milk, milk
Milk, milk, milk
Milk, milk, milk

G#
D# F# G#

Download audio file (314_Fucking_Sip.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

You can growl in my ear
From the family register
You can serve a saucer
Put me in a sweater

Chorus:
But I won’t take a sip
I won’t drink
I won’t take a fucking sip

You can ban my name
With a light in my eye
You can shine a light
You can cut my lip

But I won’t take a sip
I won’t drink
I won’t take a fucking sip

You can give me a number
You can have a meeting
You don’t have a knife
I don’t have a ______

But I won’t take a sip
I won’t drink
I won’t take a fucking sip

Verse:
Db B Gb

Chorus:
Db Gb Ab

Download audio file (313_Three_Thirteen.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

I’m becoming natural
Like Mao Zedong
Me and Karl in the back of the van
Boiling down a soup bone

I swear this water tastes funny
I swear the house is cards
Every little diamond is a piece of coal
That’s been pushed a little too hard

Where did my baby go
Back to school again
I hope you don’t believe in magic
I imagine that I can’t

I swear these boots are not real leather
I swear the house is cards
Every little word is a metaphor
Keeping the others apart

I know it won’t happen
to Blind Boy Judas
I know it won’t happen
I can tell it won’t happen
I know it won’t happen
No one can sing those blues

I swear this face is painted
I swear it’s someone’s fault
Every little kiss you give me
Tastes like dead sea salt

Every little kiss, every little kiss
Every little kiss tastes like salt
Every little kiss, every little kiss
Every little kiss tastes like salt
Every little kiss, every little kiss
Every little kiss tastes like salt

Eb tuning.

Fm Ab
Fm Ab
Fm Ab
Fm Ab

Fm Ab C
Fm Ab C
Fm Ab C
Fm Ab C

Download audio file (312_Through_Ohio.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

It feels like I’m always driving through Beaver County.
And I never make it, never make it,
Never make it home

My head is getting hot and cloudy
But my fingers, my toes
and compassion are ice cold

Ohhhhh, oohhhh
I’ll take a large espresso
Ohhh,oohhhh, ohhh,ohhhhh
Until I see the streets are lined with gold
Ohhhhh, oohhhh
I’ll take a large espresso
Ohhh,oohhhh, ohhh,ohhhhh
But I’ll never make it through Ohio
I’ll never make it through Ohio
I’ll never make it through Ohio
No

And when I say I feel like a ferryman
You’ll never, never, never
Never know what lake I ride

Oh the streetlights are heavy in the canyon
And that echo, drive and burnout
Taxi me from side to side

Now I don’t know which shore to commit to
The one I see or the one I already know
And I’m so afraid I’ll have so many regrets
And I’m so afraid I want to be alone

Ohhhhh, oohhhh
I’ll take a large espresso
Ohhh,oohhhh, ohhh,ohhhhh
Until I see the streets are lined with gold
Ohhhhh, oohhhh
I’ll take a large espresso
Ohhh,oohhhh, ohhh,ohhhhh
But I’ll never make it through Ohio
I’ll never make it through Ohio
I’ll never make it through Ohio
No

Db

Download audio file (311_Furnace.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

They put on the furnace
when you walked in into the wall
Without your hardhat
Without your hardhat
Without your hardhat
Cell phone call

And waiting in-between
The light came from the cracks
The dusty air
The dusty air
The dusty air
Robs the feeling back

With white rubber hands
They seal up the holes
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
You don’t feel alone

It’s just another word
For your helplessness
Think again
Think again
Think again
Come to your senses

They put you on the furnace
Then you walked into the wall
Without your cellphone
Without your cellphone
Without your cellphone
You have no numbers at all

Dm Cm
Am Bbm/F#
Dm
Dm
Dm
Dm Cm
Am Bbm/F#

Down tuned a half step.

,

Download audio file (310_Off_the_Grid.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics below.

Mr. Potts collects the mail at five o clock
Mr. Potts is always on time
Today there’s nothing there for him to pick up
The mail hasn’t arrived

You were expecting a check
But you’re not going to get it
You were expecting a check
But you’re not going to get it
Because the mailman’s off the grid

Andrew sent a postcard from Beirut
Andrew’s lined his body in kerosine
His message will never arrive
His postcard will never be seen

Send out a message to the IRA
Send out a message to the IRS
Pick up your letter somewhere else
It’s not coming to your address

You were expecting a check
But you’re not going to get it
You were expecting a check
But you’re not going to get it
Because the mailman’s off the grid

You don’t have any regrets
You don’t have any regrets
You don’t have any regrets
You’ve gone off the grid

Download audio file (309_Park_Slope.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics below.

Feeding peanuts to the meter maid
Letting all the taxis go
Now listen while I explain
What I’m supposed to know

Seen smoke come out of buildings
See it settle in the heat
Reading books by friends of mine
Freinds I’ve yet to meet

You see I’m under the gun
Under the gun
Under the gun
And I pray for mercy

Cross the street with no commitment
With a rifle at my back
They say my smile is charming
So it’s the only weapon I pack

Putting pepper on my salad
Planting apples in the park
I don’t worry about evolution
But I’m worried about what’s sleeping out in the dark

You see I’m under the gun
Under the gun
Under the gun
And I pray for mercy

You see I’m under the gun
Under the gun
Under the gun
And I pray for mercy

Chorus:
E G A

Download audio file (308_Reckless_Love.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

red chairs, white legs
I never used to beg
I’ve only known reckless love
Oh Hell
I’ve only known reckless love

carbon copy, paper plastic
barbie hair, broken matchstick
I’ve only known reckless love
Oh Hell
I’ve only known reckless love

mailboxes, fresh cut keys
sitting in an empty tree
I’ve only known reckless love
Oh Hell
I’ve only known reckless love

bobby pins, bedroom sheets
chalk on walls, chalk on streets
I’ve only known reckless love
Oh Hell
I’ve only known reckless love

Ab Db Ab
Fm Eb Ab

Download audio file (307_Nickels_and_Pills.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

Don’t believe it
It is true
Got bloody fingers
The slaughterhouse blues

You don’t believe it
Walking the lines
Lime in the water
Tape on your eyes

don’t want to be a nickel
I wanna be a hundred cents
don’t want to be a rebel
I wanna buy some meds

Don’t believe it
you want it here
foot of your bed
up in the air

No, you don’t believe
Nail it down
No, don’t believe
Stake the ground

don’t want to be a nickel
I wanna be a dollar bill
don’t want to be a rebel
I wanna buy some pills

No, you don’t believe
Nail it down
No, don’t believe
Stake the ground

don’t want to be a nickel
I wanna be a hundred cents
don’t want to be a rebel
I wanna buy some meds

C A F

F5 G5 x4
F Fm C
F5 G5 x4
F Fm G

Eb tuning.

Download audio file (306_Lightshade.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics below.

The light is bright
For the bugs at night
My head has a fever
My head picking up signals from a radio receiver

lightshade lightshade
lightshade lightshade
keep me away from those uv rays

lightshade lightshade
lightshade lightshade
helps to keep me sane

The 3-way switch is complicated
When you use a two way bulb
And I shave in that light’s direction
So I burn out my own reflection

lightshade lightshade
lightshade lightshade
keep me away from uv rays

lightshade lightshade
lightshade lightshade
helps to keep me sane

The light is bright
For the bugs at night
My head has a fever
My head picking up signals from a radio receiver

lightshade lightshade
lightshade lightshade
keep me away from those uv rays

lightshade lightshade
lightshade lightshade
helps to keep me sane
helps to keep me sane
helps to keep me sane
helps to keep me sane

Download audio file (305_Hose-Off.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

They’ll have to hose me off
To get me clean
They’ll have to strip me down
To get me clean
When the year comes to a close
The authorities already know
They’ll have to hose me off
To get me clean

What everyone thinks
I say out loud
What everyone thinks
I say out loud
When it comes time to speak
I can stand on my own feet
Whatever I think
I say it out loud

They’ll have to take my life
To take my home
They’ll have to take my life
To take my home
When it comes time to move
I’ll have nothing to lose
My only home is
My body alone

There’s a big watermark
On my right arm
There’s a big watermark
On my right arm
When it comes time to know me
You can just scan my UPC
There’s a bar code
On my good arm

Guitar

They’ll have to hose me off
To get me clean
They’ll have to strip me down
To get me clean
When the year comes to a close
The authorities already know
They’ll have to hose me off
To get me clean

F# E
B E
F# E
B E
G#
F#
F# E
B E

Download audio file (304_Brown_Eyes.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

for your spindly legs
for your unlined hair
for your unkept room
I’m going to steal you

for your silver glasses
for your brown eyes
for your broken mask
I won’t pick you last

for your empty head
for your empty stare
for your empty dress
I will take what’s left
I will take what’s left
I will take what’s left

for a suicide
and a sudden wealth
for another time
for the orphan pines

for your bottleneck
and count a deuce
keep the change
heat up the range

for your fishing waist
and your balance beam
for your plastic shoes
I will preach the blues
I will preach the blues
I will preach the blues
I will preach the blues
I will preach the blues

Eb
Ab Gb

Download audio file (303_Ratso_Eulogy.mp3)

Lyrics below. Original and free.

Wheat was on my arm stuck and getting dryer
I settled on a breath to criticize, to criticize, and follow every option

I held a crooked domino that had no second side
I held my inner violence with an overweening, overwhelming, overweening pride

As I stated before in my ratso eulogy
And cradled in my arms, my hunger, my hunger, my hunger slavery

You don’t need us to choke you down
And convert our flesh into royal, royal, royal British pounds

The debt I do not owe is the debt I always pay
I rolled up a newspaper, and swatted, and swatted them away

Every christian trophy has been buried in this guilt
And the rural rhythm the amish, the amish, the amish people built

My picturesque Matilda with a ribbon on your skull
You never, never, never answered when I called
You never, never, never answered when I called
You never, never, never answered when I called
You never, never, never answered when I called

Download audio file (302_Gamblers.mp3)

Original and free. Lyrics below.

My coffee cup is red and straining
My coffee cup is green and branded
I can steal your weekly dues
Just by looking at you

My hair dryer is wet and on
My hair dryer has a thousand watts
I can DJ giant rooms
Oh, the bridesmaid swoons

And if a dollar is too much
You bet your life
And if your set’s off
You bet your life
And if you still get off
You bet your life

My guitar is faux Japanese
My guitar is a ruse
I can make your roast rise
My overdrive, my harmonize

My ribs are brown and dirty
My ribs can’t hold a heart
I can gloat till day’s end
And never hit resend

And if your cat is black
You bet your life
And if your candy’s coated
You bet your life
And when your stomach’s bloated

Download audio file (301_Well_Okay.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

Well it’s okay if you want to walk home
Well it’s not okay if you want to walk alone
I was thinking we were going across the country
I was thinking that might be dignified

Well I make money anyway I can
well it looks like rain in the lower lands
I was thinking I might wear a stovepipe hat
I was thinking I might look dignified

I was seeing the sun come for the very first time
I was hearing a backwards organ chime
Well it was elusive in the leather bound book
And it’s getting more elusive still

Well it’s alright I can sleep where I lay
And feel no pain at the end of the day
I was thinking about something I might have wrote
And maybe it wasn’t dignified

I was seeing the sun come for the very last time
I was hearing a backwards organ chime
It gets elusive when you think too hard
And it’s getting more elusive still

Capo 6.

Dm Cadd9
Dm Cadd9
F G C
Dm Cadd9

Download audio file (300_She_Mad.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

That girl was alone
yeah that girl was alone
Till he came through her door
Now she’ll never be home again

Oh can’t you hear her cry?
Oh can’t you hear her cry?
There’s just no getting over it
She mad inside

Now that girl
doesn’t come her hair
she doesn’t come inside
She lives like a circus rat

Oh can’t you hear her cry?
Oh can’t you her her cry?
There’s just no getting over it
She mad inside

Now the ozone
Can fall into the sky
The precious air
Can smoke and die

Hear her name
And come around
You’ll damn the day
You let her run away

Oh can’t you hear her cry?
Oh can’t you her her cry?
There’s just no getting over it
She mad inside

GGG#G Bb

Download audio file (299_Christmas_Lights_for_my_Jewish_Bride.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and chords below.

Christmas lights
on a jewish bride
People laugh when
it’s dark outside

chemicals
and rosaries
limited
memories

retrial
retrail
poppa needs
a new pair of shoes

Christmas lights
when it’s dark outside
Christmas lights
on my jewish bride

power out
reset the fuse
sync complete
computer blues

it is no
private wonder
heat lightning
no thunder

christmas lights
on a jewish bride
People laugh when
it’s dark outside

retrail
retrail
poppa needs
a new parachute

Any of these verses can go in any order really.
D# F# x 3
A#/7

Download audio file (298_Dead_Sweetheart_Informal_Blues.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

I’ve seen snakes of different colors
on the cemetery walk
I see the younger brother
of that girl from round my block

Been following black cars
from the bottom to the east
I tricked them by the bay bridge
They said go home, your sweetheart is deceased

The telecaster slicks his hair
he reports what he can see
he has a headache again today
but he thinks what he believes

Been shooting pool off the table
making interest on the lease
In September I thought I had it down
But they said go home, your sweetheart is deceased

I stay away from unopened doors
and clip the ends off wet cigars
Sort my coupons in the drawer
Where my secret papers are

My collection is nearly finished
And my novel’s almost complete
You always think you’ve seen this one
But they said go home, your sweetheart is deceased

Eb tuning.

F#m / F#7sus 4
F#m / F#7sus 4
C#
F#m / F#7sus 4

F#m / F#7sus 4
F#m / F#7sus 4
C#
B F#m / F#7sus 4

Download audio file (297_Like_You_Used_To_.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

I still wash the tables
I still clean the carpet
I can sing a little better
My face is getting better

But what I want to know…
Why don’t you love me like you used too?

I speak in the deutsch
I rove and rove around then
I can feel the noise
I emptied out the cartons

But I want to know…
Why don’t you love me like you used to?

But I want to know…
Why don’t you love me like you used to?

SOLO

I make alphabet soup
To keep you warm in the summer
With an extra scoop
of apple butter

I went to every museum
On my membership
I sat in every corner
That you liked to sit

But I want to know…
Why don’t you love me like you used to?

But I want to know…
Why don’t you love me like you used to?

But I want to know…
Why don’t you love me like you used to?

Down tuned half step.

Verse:
A7sus4 - A7

Chorus:
D
D - A7sus4 - A7

mu

Download audio file (296_Screwdriver.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

Gonna buy me a screw driver and turn the highest screw
Hang something I can’t afford to lose

I have no voice and this collar is chocking me
They charge you extra for starch, but the hot iron’s free

Fill up the barrels fill up the gas tanks below
That fire will burn and keep you moving alone

God don’t like it, but that’s too bad
You heard it first so baby don’t you want to go

I walked all night with a special in my hand
I’ve known it for so long, without it I’m driven mad

Gonna buy me a screw driver and turn the highest screw
Gonna pull out some pictures and some answers too

Gb Db Eb Db
Gb Db D Db Gb

Eb tuning.

Download audio file (295_Pensacola_Blues.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

What was his name and what did he do
Came from Orlando with the Pensacola blues
Never shot a turkey
Never spilled his milk
Kept his pockets lined with blood red silk

Who was that in your room last night?
A good friend of mine I lost in a fight
He should’ve been me
It should’ve been us
Sleeping close together in passive lust

Who was I when I writ that note
A smooth handled driver with a trail of smoke
You shouldn’t glorify
What you don’t know
Watching television when the cold winds blow

Who was that kid that followed me home
A hatchet, a hatchet and a traffic cone
Never let me down
Never stay out late
Stand outside my door see how long I can wait

Who is prisoner number nine
It’s me, it’s me I’ve been left behind
All alone with cornbread and water
I should’ve known I was no one’s daughter

Ebm/7
Db
Ab
Ab
Ebm/7

Download audio file (294_Golden_Fool.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

Father said, beware of my daughter
Father said, she’s got too much soul
And I stay awake and wonder
Am I her golden fool
And I stay awake and wonder
Am I her golden fool

Do onto others and not yourself
Father said, do not break that rule
And despite my anticipated wealth
I am her golden fool
And despite my anticipated wealth
I am her golden fool

There’s a mighty judgement coming by the sea
And the last bird already flew
And I said it to her while she was asleep
I am your golden fool
And I said it to her while she was asleep
I am your golden fool

The waiter’s in the belfry clanging on the bell
Seems that dinner will be coming round soon
By the sound of that tone I swear and swell
I am your golden fool

By the sound of that bell
By the sound of that bell
By the sound of that tone I swear and swell
I am her golden fool

Eb tuning, key of Ab. Standard I, IV, V chords.

Download audio file (293_Trigger_Song.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

Chorus:
Pull the trigger pull the trigger
pull the trigger pull the trigger
what you don’t know will be the death of you

seven diseases off the cuff
they said it was an emergency
breathing rates are rising up
restricted zone, restricted zone
of engineering
hands are freezing, hands are cold
iron pyrite fools gold
they said it was a circumstance

pull the trigger pull the trigger
pull the trigger pull the trigger
what you don’t know will be the death of you

fire alarm on a school day
chain link fence barbed wire
fire starts a control blaze
bestselling book about a liar
fire alarm on the executive level
our dear readers, foreign devils

pull the trigger pull the trigger
pull the trigger pull the trigger
what you don’t know will be the death of you

(Up whole step.)
pull the trigger pull the trigger
pull the trigger pull the trigger
what you don’t know will be the death of you

Chorus:
Am
Am
G Am

Verse:
Am Am/C

Download audio file (292_Melbourne.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

I walk down the road with the evening paper
Kicking the gravel, kicking the gravel
I walk to Melbourne in southern Australia
Nothing to be found, nothing to be found

I’ve bound my fingers with electrician’s tape
With no light ahead, with no light ahead
Whatever your key, I can manipulate
With no need to relate, no need to relate

I am a trader with a back in the game
Selling what I find, selling what I find
And tomorrow’s situation will be the same
Keep that in mind, keep that in mind

And if you knock again on my wall I will knock you down
Follow me, friend, follow me home
And if that’s freedom then I won’t make a sound
Nothing to be found, nothing to be found

Bb F Bb F
F B7

Download audio file (291_Awfully_Bad_Habit.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

Up the corner and round the room
I can watch you hang your mood
You’ve got an awfully bad habit
Of letting go too soon

Everybody knows it’s just an act
And I can watch you put on your mask
When will you get your waiter to come
You’re always forgetting to ask

Chours:
You always seem to go
You always seem to go
You always seem to go when the water gets hot

Photographs of your paper dolls
Is framed in every downtown mall
But I knew this might happen
It might as well happen

Chorus

You might as well start crying
It’s going to take a hundred signs
To get to your promised land
But then again I never mind

Chorus

Open E, capo 2.

Download audio file (290_Bleu_Lament.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

This city ain’t so grand
It is a sleeping land
and no one gets to decide when they die
no one decides when they die
but I never regretted a thing, no no
I never regretted a thing

Candy ran around the theater
three blocks north of here
and she couldn’t get her act on the road
no she couldn’t get her act on the road

I handed you a bird
you handed me knife
and said the parking meter lied
and you said the parking meter lied

I am a domestic machine
I drank a liter of gasoline
But I couldn’t make myself well
No I couldn’t make myself well

Call my name and I’ll be around
I might answer from the burial ground
But you’ll hear a mighty sound
Yes, you’ll hear a mighty sound

Shuffle E blues, fourth capo.

Download audio file (289_Spare_Some_Change.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

She was out on the street handing out tickets to her gallery show
I’ve been seen by famous people, people you might know
I hope that you will come to see everything I’ve done
I can stop by after dinner if the game doesn’t run long

Can you spare some change, spare some change for me
I can use some money now cause I’m trying to get free

He thought that he could sell her art for a finder’s fee
You don’t have to be a sell out but you can’t work for free
She said I don’t have a problem with that, but don’t expect too much
Just take what you need and leave the rest it made a blind man blush

Can you spare some change, spare some change for me
I can use some money now cause I’m trying to get free

Somewhere in Chicago there’s a sailor on the street
And in New York predicative patterns duplicate the feat
Everyone who’s got time to waste goes for something new
They all end up with corporations on Madison avenue

Can you spare some change, spare some change for me
I can use some money now cause I’m trying to get free

That’s alright that’s how it is, everyone’s got to eat
And man kind must keep alive and keep his papers neat
I can’t say what it costs to stay out of financial ruin
But stop by my alley some time we’ll see how I’m doing

Ab Db Eb Ab
Ab Db Eb Db/Ab

Download audio file (288_Thum_Thumb.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

I’m gonna cry after they do it to me
T H U M Thumb

I won’t faint on the long white table
T H U M Thumb

I can’t sleep without a pillow
T H U M Thumb

Chorus 1:
What they want
is a silver tongue
What they want
is a piece of flavor

I’m gonna cry after they do it to me
T H U M Thumb

I’ll keep my faith in a jelly jar
T H U M Thumb

Chorus 2:
I’m gonna drive a british car
Aston Martin, over par
What they want
is a stocking run

I won’t faint on the long white table
T H U M Thumb

I’m gonna cry after they do it to me
T H U M Thumb

Verse:
Em B/B7

Chorus:
A
D
A
B/B7

Download audio file (287_Loudspeaker.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

The word was roses when you made your bed
And after you left I rolled over dead

Chorus:
Oh baby, please don’t go
Oh baby, please I need you to stay

Kellog’s soup with milk in a bowl
Word was your system was out of control
One thing or another brought it back to me
Maybe it was the TV

Chorus

I heard someone talking over a loudspeaker
I didn’t want you to meet her

Chorus

One thing led to another and it led back to me
Maybe it’s just your imagination

Chorus

Am/Am7 -> F

Download audio file (286_Evening_Lights.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and tabs below.

Chorus:
Evening lights
Shine on my face
I don’t know
Why the evening waits

If you’re begining to suspect
Then you’re right, you’ve always been
I know I’m not above the law
I’ve got to mend my torn out sins

If you’re coming my way
I will keep the lights on the drive
There’s deafness on the table
and it’s boiling alive

Chorus

What can I do
to make your time more easily pass?
Forgive my intrusion
I was thinking much too fast

Middle:
And there’s nobody here
But my baby and you
And she’s leaving
She’ll be away soon

If you’re thinking of leaving
Than you are free to run
If you’re thinking of staying
You can walk out in the sun

Just try not to linger
round too long
There’s a judgment
on the wicked and the wrong

Chorus

Chorus:
A A7

Verse:
Ebdim A

Middle:
DE

Download audio file (285_Scrap_Wood.mp3)

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We could stay here all afternoon
In the breaking yellow moon
Wrapping presents in the dark
With the straw from a broom

We could stay here till night
When the temperature is right
Poaching eggs with real butter
Under incandescent lights

Chorus:
We’ve got soul and we keep it hid
We’ve got soul underneath the lid

I sent you a letter with a hole in it
I wrote a poem but there was no goal to it
Torn up stockings and hairpins
Pick a beat and just roll with it

Chorus

We could stay here till the evening starts
Till the chickens sleep and the ceiling parts
Break down the fences into scrap wood
Dodges the bullets and the metal shards

Verse:
B G C#m A

Chorus:
A C#m F#

Download audio file (284_Million_Dollar_Poem.mp3)

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When I get home
There will be dinner for me
A gristle steak and a pile of bones
I got a girl who knows how to grill

When I get home
A bucket of lye
A million dollar poem
On my tomb when I die

Chorus:
Smoke and music
and a wooden bar
Smoke and music
and a wooden bar

When I get home
Juleps and white suits
Flashes of fire
Rubberized boots

Chorus

When I get home
On every corner of the street
In the grave of a thief
On the wedding sheets

Chorus

When I get home
A bucket of lye
A million dollar poem
On my tomb when I die

A million dollar poem
On my tomb when I die

Verse:
C#m A G# F#

Chorus:
C#m A
C#m A

Download audio file (283_Second_Story_Rounders.mp3)

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The ladies have always been kind
To my gentle disposition
Though I was just a rounder
They washed my brown hair

At night I’m on the street
Looking for something to eat
And everywhere I step
I knock the jugglers out their grove

Chorus:
Ohhohhh, I’m round again, I believe we’ve already met
Ohhohhh, I’m up again, on my high-stakes bets

The truth is temperamental
Like an ivory catfish
You can wiggle all you want
That fish don’t want to be caught

At night I dream of Sarah
And her virtues tall and plain
I’ll buy her a fiddle
And soak it in my drain

Chorus

I’m not mean looking
But I’ve got overbite
She may look my way
But I’ll be looking for a fight

Give me two cubes and a finger
Give me an ice cold glass of water
Give me fourteen river otters
On some ropes to tug my boat

Chorus

Verse:
F A#
F A#
D#
D# F

Chorus
F A#
A#

Download audio file (282_30_Watts.mp3)

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You put a ten volt filament
in a 30 watt slot
To keep the time on
and the wires hot
You knew what you were gonna get

Your resistance is piling up
Your transistors cannot
permit that kind of transfer
You get a burnout
But you knew what you were gonna get

Chorus:
You better save yourself, save yourself,
Save yourself away from temptation
You better save yourself, save yourself
Save yourself from your overload

You took a hot bath in a bottle of milk
With a robot under your arm
It’s a burnout in your backyard
No one could predict it was coming
You know what you’re gonna get

This year is boiling away
over a gas flame
Your brother got buckshot
in his leg while he was walking home
And so you know what you’re gonna get

Chorus

You took a warm bat
And swung out an attack
This street isn’t safe for you
The masonry is full of cracks
But you knew what you’re gonna get
Yah, you knew what you were gonna get

You put a ten volt filament
In a 30 watt slot
To keep the time on
And all the lines hot
And, you knew what you were gonna get
You knew what you were gonna get

Chorus
Now you’re all alone

Verse:
Cm Fm G7 x4
G7

Chorus
Cm
Fm G7

Download audio file (281_Headache_Blog.mp3)

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I’ve got a mean headache
My head’s begining to throb
I’ve got a mean headache
I can’t drown with all your love

Yah, I know them all of the neighbors
Yah, I know them all of the seas
I’ve got too much information
That’s what’s paining me

Come on give me a break
My head just skipped a beat
I’ve got a mean headache
My focus is incomplete

My rest will never come
My rest will never cease
The cycle will not complete
The cycle will not complete

Yah, I heard the church bell
Yah, I heard the funeral horn
I’ve got the cyber sex police
E-mailng me fake porn

Come on give me a break
My back is shooting pain
I’ve got a mean headache
From what I have contained

The rumble on the street
Is humming out of tune
Our version of events
Is a eight bar blues

I’ve got a mean headache
My head’s began to throb
I’ve got a mean headache
I can’t drown with all your love

Verse:
A /g# /g G

Middle:
B
B
E
E

And here it is, I’m happier with this arrangement.

Download audio file (280_Yellow_Moon.mp3)

Revised lyrics and guitar below. Free and original.

I’m not sad to see things crumble
It fills me with a secret glee
When I was getting re hot
You were there to cool me

I’m not by any means tired
I fill my cup with acid rain
People are made of envy
Or at least that’s what they’re saying

For my true love
Nothing’s gonna change
For my true love
Is inconsistently strange

I see trees tumbling
tumbling in the valley below
Seems the moon is yellow again
Look out for long hellos

The pony express is meeting
at the end of the sea
I shot up in bed and I just
wrote down what I remembered best

For my true love
Nothing’s gonna change
For my true love
Is inconsistently strange x2

E B E B E B E B
D D D D D D E

Download audio file (279_Organ_Wife.mp3)

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Your fun ended sooner than expected
Because you wore out your shoes
Another person could have done no better
With those center city blues

Chorus:
A nervous shake, shake, shake shake
Shake, shake, for once in your life
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Waltzing to the organ with my best friend’s wife

Mostly I write with a feather in my hat
Mostly I write with chalky pity
A pencil skirt makes me think again
There is no center to this city

Chorus

Middle:
There’s no order in consolidation
Three’s no order unless you’ve already got it
There’s no coming great salvation
There’s no order in true belief

I made a skyscraper out of Carnival junk
Little Lucy would’ve died for me
But little Judy dances to astral funk
So I sent out an appeal with bribery

Chorus

Middle:
There’s no order in consolidation
Three’s no order unless you’ve already got it
There’s no coming great salvation
You better get used to your bones

Verse and Chorus:
Am
Am
G
Am

Middle:
Am E

Download audio file (278_Cloud_Architecture.mp3)

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If you’re down on experience and up on luck
If you bought a hat but you didn’t buy a glove
You better check your pulse
You better see if you’re still breathing in there

If you’re underwater with a mouth in your hand
If your lamp leaves you in dark land
You better check your pulse
Make sure you’re still breathing in there

If you’re seeing things from behind a plate of glass
If the first time you had it was the last
You better check your pulse again
And make sure you’re still breathing in there

If you’re a cloud
If you never come around
Make sure you’re still breathing in there

G-B-G-B-ETC

Download audio file (277_Out_to_Lunch.mp3)

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White lines sandstone buildings
coming up out of the ground
white lines yellow warnings
the birds are settling down

I knew what happened to you
before anybody told me
I could tell you were in trouble
when you asked to be homeless

Chorus:
Who knew having fun could cost so much?
I wish I had fifty dollars to take you to lunch
Who knew having fun could cost so much?
Who thought it would kick up all this dust

It’s safe in the city
to run out the doorways
into the streets
where the stray dog waits

It’s hard to imagine a sound
When all you hear is thunder
It’s harder to see lightning
When water’s passing under you

Chorus

I sold my shirt to the asian model
She needed something exotic to wear
I sold my skit to the television show
But it never made out of dress rehearsal, it never made it onto air

Chorus + Who knew it could get you a ride on a bus? Not me.

Verse:
E C#m A B

Chorus:
G#m A
B

Download audio file (276_Tape_Recorder.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics below.

Well I heard t-bone burnett on the radio at night
I saw a man walk by with a river boat hat
and I said, damn, i’ve never seen that
Damn, i’ve never seen that

I saw a river of milk running over my yard
I didn’t see the neighbor’s daughter
and I wasn’t even bothered
I wasn’t even bothered

We don’t have coyotes or the us mail
we keep watch over this place by ourselves
People say this isn’t heaven or hell
people say this isn’t heaven or hell

Me, I think it’s both or somewhere in-between
But I don’t really care that much
I’m just using my time, waiting for a bus
I’m just using my time, waiting for a bus

Who needs dreams when you’ve got TV
I just need batteries and a good cigar
So I don’t need to travel very far
No I don’t need to travel very far

Well I heard t-bone walker on the radio
I thought I heard the horn of judgement day
And a horse was walking a mile away
And a horse was walking away

I just need a bucket of stones
And my tape recorder on
I’ll be running from darkness all night long
I’ll be running from darkness all night long

Download audio file (275_Brass_Woman.mp3)

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Brass Headed Woman, you can do what you want
I will always stay with you
You can lead me down, down the stairs
I will blindly follow you

You can lead me to the middle of nowhere
With nothing on my mind
And I will thank you one more time
For having the decency to be so fine

Brass Headed Woman, you can do what you want
I will always stay with you
Brass Headed Woman, you can do what you want
I can’t be away from you

You might be a liar, but I don’t care
I don’t believe in truth
Through heavy rains and pale fire, it don’t matter where
I am your consistent fool

Brass Headed Woman, you can do what you want
I will always stay with you
Brass Headed Woman, you can do what you want
I can’t be away from you

I will be free again, but not today
Not while you’re around
I can’t be free again, in any sense anyway
Will you please tie me down?

Bb C Dm Bb spanking reggae feel

Download audio file (274_Painted_Guilt.mp3)

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Look what you’ve done to him
bent over the pool table green
look what you’ve done to him
a little bit fat, a little bit mean
he didn’t try hard to be faithful
he just tried to be exciting

Look how you’ve left him
all alone on a humid night
Look how you’ve left him
For hours under the heat light
He never faked his charisma
He just said things that weren’t so bright

See how you’ve painted him
With his uptight cruel grin
See how you’ve painted him
With papers filled in his bin
He never stopped to consider
The meanings of his positions

Does it eat you inside at night
that you revealed his wheelchair legs
Does it eat you inside at night
that you unmade his bed
He messy he was nappy and undone
So known and untalented

12-Bar minor blues

Download audio file (273_Blank_Alibi.mp3)

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you said i was asleep
in a a bathrub drain
you said goodbye again
when the telephone rang

in a big white sheet
and you cried all day
I got my eyes awake
now you can’t pull it over on me

chorus:
you can push it back
but you can’t hold up
the boulder
the boulder

you came across the bridge
to the mississippi town
you had the blankest eyes
You put my keepsakes down

Red ants and urgency
I offered an apology
I tried to form the words
now you can’t put it all on me

chorus

It’s such lovely day
to be white and lonely again
it’s not hard to smile
when you’re a fortunate man

I think that cat walked by
I think we missed the flight
I need an alibi
I need a way to get out of the light

chorus
chorus

chords:
Cm G# Cm A#, sleep

Download audio file (272_Certainty.mp3)

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You don’t know nothing with certainty
What happened to your chivalry?
You don’t have any dignity
You might as well be a rat

Chorus:
Cut down the crops
Before they get stale
Cut down the cane
Pull up the kale

That’s all you’re gonna get
You can throw a theatrical fit
Your stubborn atheistical wit
Might as well be complete boredom

Chorus

All this pressure weighs down on us
Like a heavy copper crown
We never run from the ground
But we always run from love

You don’t know with certainty
Whatever happened to your chivalry
You don’t have any dignity
You might as well be a rat

Chorus

Verse:
C G7 Am C/G
Fmaj7 C G
C G7 Am C/G
Dmaj 7 C G

chorus:
Fmaj7 Am G
Fmaj7 Am G
Fmaj7 Am G
Am G

Download audio file (271_Posted_Happiness.mp3)

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Oh let me tell you I am very happy Happier than a giraffe
I got a long neck, oh oh let me tell you I’m so happy
very very happy now you don’t know my name you don’t
know my zip code you don’t know my address you don’t know
what i call home

Guitar

I just want to noodle around that’s what makes me happy
Now you don’t know what I’m thinking but i can guess what
you’re thinking, it makes me happy Now you don’t know
what I’m feeling but everyone knows just how you’re feeling
and that makes me happy I’m sure what you’re capable of
You’ve got no idea what I’m capable of you’ve got no idea
what kind of shoes i wear and that makes me so happy

G D A A over and over

Download audio file (270_Cuckoo_Clock.mp3)

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Count by twelve to twenty four
Count the roosters round your door
Your sixes look like fives
The hour is wet and still alive

Figure eight is twenty six
Broken springs and pickup sticks
The hour is a flaming cloud
No ones rushing to put it out

Count your sixes with a knife
Judge the seconds by the light
The counter is for children
The hospital is in another building

Guitar

Count by twelve to twenty four
Count the roosters round your door
Your sixes look like fives
The hour is wet and still alive

Am
Am
A D
Bbm Am

Download audio file (268_Compromised_Piece_Number_12.mp3)

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He was preaching
Like a man
Born without
A soul

You were sifting
Through the garbage
Like a boy
Covered in coal

I put my foot
On the earth
And pulled out
A plum

He was preaching
Like a man
Who never bore
A son

Look at the lake
Shining in the day
Look at the lake
Serves you right
serves you right away

I know you’re tired
Beat down
No longer
In Control

But keep your knees
Up in the air
We’ve got a ways
To go

You were perching
On a treetop
Like an owl
In the snow

The PTA
sent a letter
To your father
Asking you to go

G# C# F# B

Download audio file (267_Cicada_Song.mp3)

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I can be so potent, I can be so still
I can hibernate for days on green nyquill
My digital age is broadcast live
I can take your punches, I can take a dive

Chorus:
And when I hear your name, I crawl away
When I hear your name, I crawl away
Yeah, I quiver and I stumble
But I never fall

I play checkers wearing a scarf
I place ball bearings in the dark
My coat is made of shampooed skin
My fingers trace the glass’s rim

Chorus

The hyena is cruising Peru
He’s looking for humor in the untrue
He’s eaten the old he’s eaten the Jews
He’s seeking out the weak and new

Chorus

The aficionado folds his hands
The waitress can no longer dance
Dollars roll out like unloaded dice
I’m raising up a crop of crows and mice

Chorus

Eb Blues.

Ab Eb
Ab Eb
Bb7 Ab
Eb

Download audio file (266_Plea_Bargain.mp3)

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Like a dog
Stuck in a moat
Swimming in circles
Flea-bit boat

Like a hog
Slaughtered in december
Christmas is for turkeys
Bacon is for dinner

Chorus:
I didn’t get a chance
To plead my cause
I didn’t get a chance
To plead my cause

Like a lamb
Sheered with scissors
Chasing all the wolves
Around

Like a bird
Grown without it’s feathers
I sadly commit
To the ground

Chorus:
I never did get a chance
To plead my cause
No, I didn’t get a chance
To plead, plead my cause

Like a cold fish
Put out on the table
Cut into pieces
Of lox

Like a cracker
Smashed into pieces
Never made it out
Of the box

Chorus:
I never did get a chance
To plead my cause
No, I didn’t get a chance
To plead, plead my cause

Chorus:
E B A G# A B

Verse:
E G# A B

Download audio file (265_Busstop.mp3)

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Waiting around the corner waiting for the bus to come
Waiting around the corner waiting for the bus to come
I don’t know the number I don’t know what time it runs

Snow is getting cold, colderer than my baby’s breath
Snow is getting high, higher than my baby’s breath
Her cellphone’s dying it’s got about a minute left

What’s that number of that bus department?
What’s that number of that bus department?
Dial seven numbers and then hit send
No way of knowing where that signals gonna end

Waiting around the corner trying to flag a ride
Waiting around the corner trying to flag a ride
In the cold you need a hot blooded woman by your side

Cracks in the sidewalk standing by the door
Cracks in the sidewalk standing by the door
I don’t feel like waiting anymore

What’s the number on the top of that bus?
What’s the number on the top of that bus?
Forget the details and get on inside
No way of knowing where we’re gonna ride
No way of knowing where we’re gonna ride
No way of knowing where we’re gonna ride

Down tuned half step.
mostly G A Em Em
sometimes G A B Em

Download audio file (264_Vendetta.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.

And if you hear gulls
Then she is near the sea
And if you cry for loss
You shed no tears for me

And if the service fulfills you
Send a telegram
And if your patience carry’s on
Then do it once again

Chorus:
Suitcase in my hand
Pocketful of pens
She’s got an early ride
You missed her once again

And if the bible says it’s so
Then live your years alone
And if your woman tells you
Leave your keys at home

If you know a sucker
Borrow all that you can
And when it’s time to give it up
Hide your toothy grin

Chorus

And if your skin is burning
Shout out the lord’s name
And if you tire of shouting
then whisper it again

Whisper it again
Whisper it again

Chorus x2

Verse:
Dm C Em

Chorus:
CF
CF
Dm
CF

Download audio file (263_Deny_Nerves.mp3)

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My delicate clock has got two hands
Your deviance calls to my demands

You fall to the ground another time
The western drive is a triumphant line

Chorus:
It’s only your nerves the doctors say
When our love is found, let’s run away

I sent the old woman to watch over you
She left you alone in the bright afternoon

You say he came in our front door
And the room filled with fog you couldn’t see anymore

Chorus

The radio plays a weary tune
Our fear can return with each hollow moon

You fall to the ground again and again
Your nerves light up in placid sin

Chorus

I saw him walk across the pond
I saw him bring his big body on

I saw him walk across the pond
I watched him bring his great body on

Chorus

I left him battered in the fog
I feel a headache coming on

I left him dead in the fog
I feel a headache coming on

Chorus:
Dm
Gm

Verse:
Dm
A7

Download audio file (262_Green_Garden.mp3)

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The river from my window is running fast
The river from my window is running fast
Chasing the sun about an hour past

I swear I haven’t seen her hiding
I swear I haven’t seen her hiding
But I can tell you it’s not for lack of trying

Guitar

Don’t tell your mother, don’t tell your father too
Don’t tell your mother, don’t tell your father too
Now, what you have is your’s, it’s best kept to you

How green does your garden grow?
How green does your grand garden grow?
I turned those roots out in the snow
I turned those roots in the november snow

Ab blues.

Download audio file (261_Rotation_2.mp3)

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We play it way too early
And all we’re left with is the blues
A child born too soon
With eyes that look brand new
I borrow packaging tape
You borrow money from your source
It’s random weather growing together
Somewhere out way past the coast

Chorus:
I’ve got to say I didn’t expect you
to give me an answer
I’ve got to say I didn’t expect you
to give me an answer

Grown up knotted
You can count the rings on my hand
These fumes are noxious
From my tired air, to this fine land
They say it’s a mining town
Much of what they say is true
Woman walks are faded line
She’s got to balance between the two

Chorus

Writing on a TV screen
Some of the words you know
You wrote every letter
I kept them in my drawer

Chorus

You borrow money from your source
I borrow packaging tape
They say it’s a mining town
Much of it is rape

Verse: G/C
Chorus:
C palm mute
G palm mute

Download audio file (260_Spatula_Blues.mp3)

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I went out for a walk
I kicked my boots out
I went out with a strut
And I let my blues out

Little white riding hood
Out here after dark
Little wounded fairy
Scrape you off the chalk

I went out for a stroll
Mad as hell, mad as hell
I could not recite Rimbaud
Pretty as me but mad as hell

Guitar

Run under doorways
Shove it in the dark
Run under foreign streets
Howl and moan and bark

I went out for a walk
I stepped in everything
I went out with a strut
Like breath the rain did sting
The rain did sting like breath
The rain

Guitar

Two progressions, down tuned half step.

Cviii -> Fv -> Giii

and

C-> F -> G -> C -> F -> Am -> G

Take your guitar apart and play Dairy Queen.

Download audio file (259_Dairy_Queen.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics below.

Chorus:
Cream cheese girl with your cream cheese mind
Talking about cream cheese all of the time

She doesn’t sit in diners
She avoid sour dreams
That burn like wire
And suffer for thieves

She’s a dignified prophet
What the board doesn’t know
They can stow away
Because it’s all her own

Chorus

She cuts labels off clothing
And fills socks with coal
The narrative is old
And rife with holes

What the board doesn’t know
They can stow away
She’s saving my redemption
For a rainy day

Chorus

Download audio file (258_Probable_Blues.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and chords below.

The brother of a fighter pilot stopped by my back porch
I was feeling generous on account of his torch
All he wanted was to borrow my key
I said hold up, I’ll go get it
And out the front door I flee

The lights are burning hot tonight outside the baseball park
I tried to sneak behind the gate but I got nailed in the dark
By a stray ball from the woman’s softball league
Is there anything we can get you they said
I said a right fielder please

I was knocking down the streets, shooting all the cans
I blew a thousand kisses, who cares where they land
All the news trucks filmed my insanity
Hold up start over they said
Can we shoot from the beginning?

The passionate tween worked a slushy machine
The sly ice twirled an aquamatic green
She said, slow down don’t drink too fast
I heard her speak
but my bones was bells and brass

At present I’m a shock patient sparking in the air
I worry and I wonder but I haven’t got a care
How can so much effort be so easily lost?
Hold up, slow down
How much do these treatments cost?

Down tuned half step.

G
CG
BmC
C7G

Download audio file (257_When_the_Moon_Was_Gone.mp3)

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The gravel fell down
The lake filled up
The people watched
As the fire came up

Nobody robs
When they see hell
Opened up
Down the hill

The gravel stood down
The lake filled up
The moon was gone
As the fire came up

Pride is hiding
Where it can be found
There are no secrets to keep
In a highway town

The gravel stood down
The lake filled up
The air was stiff
As the flames came up

The drains got clogged
But the sky was clear
This drinking town
Is so filled with fear

Abm -> Dbm -> Eb7 -> Abm

Download audio file (256_Signal_Low.mp3)

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See me press a number
See me dial tone
You do not meet standards
You may not have a phone

See me shouting freely
See sit, spay and run
You can not see fine print
Your contrast knob is gone

The signal is low
You’ve got to walk, walk
Where to go?

See me tie a rope so high
See me ride a horse
Yeah, you know the feeling
It’s Buddhist intercourse

See me fly a kite
Up against the wall
You’re feeling occidental
You’ve got no references to call

The signal is low
You’ve got to walk, walk
Where to go?

The signal is low
You’ve got to walk, walk
Where to go?

See me press a number
See me dial tone
You do not meet standards
You may not have a phone

Verse:
G
E
C
B

Chorus:

G
C
BCp

Download audio file (255_Autoloader.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and chords below.

The windshield washes itself
Wind pushes the turbines
You’ve got an autoloader
I guess that makes me an asshole

The sink chews its food
The rain goes down the gutter
You’ve got an excuse
I guess that makes me an asshole

Children have their headphones
This guitar tunes itself
The president has a red phone
I guess that makes us assholes

Guitar

Flint rubs off on flint
Pipes unclog their like
Surgeons are robotic
I guess that makes me an asshole

The windshield washes itself
Wind pushes the turbines
You’ve got an autoloader
I guess that makes me an asshole
I guess that makes me an asshole

Verse:
A
A
B
C# (7) -> A

Download audio file (254_Jo-Anna.mp3)

Lyrics below. Open source and free.

Like an old melody my sock monkey and me
Like an old remedy cough syrup and tea
Like an old memory my untrue love is dead
My own maladies are locked inside my shed

Jo-Anna, I used to know Jo-Anna
Jo-Anna, I used to know Jo-Anna

Like an odd melody my mistress in lace
Odd remedy Haute Couture and mace
My only felonies are hanging round the door
Like an odd friend who doesn’t come ’round no more

Jo-Anna, I used to know Jo-Anna
Jo-Anna, I used to know Jo-Anna

Like an old melody my sock monkey and me
Like an old remedy cough syrup and tea
Like an old memory my untrue love is dead
My own maladies are locked inside my shed and so’s

Jo-Anna, I used to love Jo-Anna

Download audio file (253_Lucy_Jo.mp3)

Open source and free. Lyrics and chords below.

Church is where I lay my hat
And I know that she does too
When I’m tired I take a nap
And I know that she does too

Where in this country has Lucy Jo gone?
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Where in the county has Lucy Jo gone?
Up the Missouri to arid Idaho

I do not trust strange women
who puff on big cigars
I do not drive so ruthlessly
in German Empire cars

Where do you go when you haven’t got a dime?
To the soup kitchen for the very first time
Where do you go when you haven’t got a dime?
To the judge and jury, doing state time

I do not Chevrolet
Sin, sin, seven years of sin
I’m going to be late
Nothing to do but start again

Church is where I lay my hat
And I know that she does too
When I’m tired I take a nap
And I know that she does too

No, I don’t want Chevrolet
Sin, sin, seven years of sin
I know I’m going to be late
Nothing to do but start over again
Nothing to do but start over again

Down tuned half step.
Verse: E A-> G
Chorus: D A-> B

Download audio file (252_Glamorous_Boys.mp3)

Open source and free.

The glamorous boys
Will not go to sleep
The glamorous boys
Are stealing your sheets
And there’s nothing you can do but weep

Thomas Aquinas
And Mr. Frigidaire
They cannot save you
They wait out there
And there’s nothing they can do but stare

She won a pie making contest
She was Queen of Key Lime
You should’ve told her
She was out of line
Now there’s nothing to do but bide your time

The glamorous boys
Will pull you through
They’ll cover you in money
And hunt for food
Now there’s nothing sacred you have left to do

Download audio file (251%20251-%20Fault%20Rom.mp3)

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Nobody has a broken heart
I’m hearing voices
Everybody’s out of luck
I’m pleading you

Salt, salt, seven sea salt
It smells sweet
Round and purple
Berries all aground

Fault, fault it’s nobody’s fault
I’m shaking oysters
Bam Bam, Bam de lam
Nobody had a child

Room service bring some steak
Peeled potatoes and a chocolate shake
I’m flipping through the phone book
It can’t hurt to look

Fault, fault it’s nobody’s fault
I’m shocking oysters
Bam Bam, Bam de lam
Nobody had a child

Backwards ukulele. Bar C at 2nd fret (D) then full bars at 5(F6) and 3(D#6).

D6 - D - D6
F6 - D#6, repeat.

Download audio file (250_Resonator.mp3)

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Standing by the window watching
All the busy people crossing
I know that time has come

Walking in the city shadows
Walking past the gallows
I know that time has come

With my resonator
I will crumble
With my resonator
Tower’s tumble

It looks like an alarm clock in my pocket
A portable cruise missile rocket
I know that it’s about time

I’m sorry you people clear out now
You’ve got yourselves to blame anyhow
I know that time has come

Chorus

I set it for seven and then walk away
The vibrating hits and the building sways
I know that time has come

I hope to protect us from office buildings
I hope to destroy it but not kill anything
I know that it’s about time
I know that it’s about time
Ukulele.

Verse: F and C
Chorus: G

Download audio file (249_Nothing_Personal.mp3)

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I know it’s not personal
getting bogged down
I say, hey boy what you do

You see I’ve got a wooden foot
Hey boy what you do
I got a trick up my sleeve

You know it’s nothing personal
Know, you’d do it too.

Download audio file (248_Rounding_Numbers.mp3)

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You’ve got your finger in the cookie jar
You’ve got a plastic dust jacket and a hybrid car
You’re rounding numbers
You got too sentimental on the back of the card
You got too sentimental on the back of the card

The neighbors all know what you’re up too
The gas generators are running this zoo
You’re rounding numbers
The last salvation is rhythm and blues
The last salvation is rhythm and blues

Your refresh rate is doubling
A red light flashing on the liar machine
You’re rounding numbers
What the devil can’t use you’re recycling
What the devil can’t use you’re recycling

Solo

Lose your belt
Lose your score
You got an aphid knocking on the cellar door

Lose your belt
Lose your score
You got an aphid knocking on the cellar door

You’ve got your fist in the window shards
You’ve got lovers in exotic bars
You’re rounding numbers
You’ve got a pomegranate heart
You’ve got a pomegranate heart
You’ve got a pomegranate heart

Verse:
B C
B C
E
B C
B C

middle 8:
Em

Download audio file (247_Swine_Flood.mp3)

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safety hides in hollow drums
the water lifts heavy homes

farmer fields of yellow greens
runaway crops of wild seeds

nobody knows what’s been seen
nobody knows what’s been seen
or where the water’s gonna go

roads drift in as water falls
the emigrants outrun the squall

safety hides in hollow towns
the people pull their lampshades down

nobody knows what’s been seen
nobody knows what’s been seen
or where the water’s gonna go

Verse: E
Chorus: BA

Download audio file (246_Petrified_Trees.mp3)

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I’m not so sentimental, yet here we are again
I didn’t make a judgment, my will is paper thin

I like hotel rooms, they are so clean
I like the faces in music magazines

The trees are hollow and tall
Tonight I walk along the trail
The trees are petrified and tall
I can not force you out of jail

I’m not so religious, but I tear no pages out
You can tell me what this book is about

The trees are hollow and tall
Tonight I walk along the trail
The trees are petrified and tall
I feel overfed and frail

People walking round in squares
Taking bribes and filling chairs

The trees are hollow and tall
Tonight I walk along the trail
The trees are petrified and tall
I can not force you out of jail

Verse:
Am -> D#m -> Fm

Chorus:
Am- > F

Download audio file (245_Open_Road.mp3)

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There is a drawback that you can’t handle
A life of sin will make you ramble
You’ve heard every dead man say
You’ve heard every good woman say
Don’t leave town alone

The open road is like a trance
Those swirling lines grab many o man
They’ll grab you and never let you go
They’ll grab you like you’ve never had before
So don’t leave home without a friend

The sky is wide and heavy too
And the land between holds me and you
You’ve heard butchers cry it
You’ve heard mothers and fathers deny it
But stay off of that road

Chords:
Gm F
D#m F

Download audio file (244_Watching_You.mp3)

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Watching you when you’re lonely
Watching you when you’re weak
I laugh, I laugh, I laugh
I laugh, I laugh, I laugh
I don’t feel bad
It’s the most fun that I’ve ever had

Watching you from the window
Watching you from your home
I laugh, laugh, laugh
I laugh, laugh, laugh
I don’t feel bad
It’s the most fun that I’ve ever had

Watching you in the window
Watching you at your home
I laugh, laugh, laugh
I want you know that I’ll always be watching over you

Eb tuning.
D G A
D G A
D A G
D A G
Bm A G

Download audio file (243_Gallons_and_Gallons.mp3)

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Where do I go
When I can’t get any self respect
Tell me where, where, where
Where?

Now, Bucky took his hatchet to a gallon of cream
He had filled up his car with gasoline
Bucky took his hatchet to the dollar store
Left his woman at home with an open door

Where do I go
When I can’t get any self respect
Tell me where, where
Where?

It was in Pittsburgh on the 28th
When Bucky came home a night too late
His woman kicked him out and they made such racket
Threw Bucky his wallet, he threw his hatchet

Where do I go
When I can’t get any self respect
Tell me where, where
Where?

Now, Bucky spends his nights at the bar rock scene
Took his dollar to Tokyo, bought a siamese dream
He said, my eyes are burning and my cheeks are dry
I’ve got a jumper and a raincoat but I’m wet inside

Yeah, It was back in Clevland in 92
Buck was on the run with a boy named Hugh
They took turns driving their car
Under the daylight and under the stars

My eyes are burning and my cheeks are dry
I’ve got a jumper and a raincoat but I’m wet inside
My eyes are burning and my cheeks are dry
I’ve got a jumper and a raincoat but I’m wet inside

Tell me, where do I go
When I can’t get any self respect?
Where, where, where
Where?

Gallons and gallons of rain
Gallons and gallons of rain
Gallons and gallons of rain
Gallons and gallons of rain

Gallons and gallons and gallons of rain

Chords:
E7(?): x7675x

E7 D7 C7 B7
and invert it for the ending.

Download audio file (242_Gutter_Song.mp3)

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If I knew you’d be wearing that
I would’ve tried to be clearer
And prepared a couple voices
To speak to your demeanor

If I had known you’d be here
I would’ve put the magazines away
I would’ve cleaned up the place
I would have something to say

I’m sorry, I wasn’t there
I’ve been somewhere far away
I said, “I’m sorry,” what else can I say?

If I had known you’d be thirsty
I would’ve rationed my drink
I would’ve filled up the barrels
and stopped up the sinks

If I’d known you’d be back
I would’ve made my bed
You could sleep alone
I’d sleep out in the shed

And I’m sorry, I wasn’t there
I’ve been somewhere far away
I said, “I’m sorry,” what else can I say?

Since you’re going to be around
You should know around here it gets dark
I’m pushing clocks out the window
And collecting all the spare parts

Since you’re likely to get frightened
I’m sure you won’t complain
If I offer you my comfort
As a gutter for the rain

I’m sorry, I wasn’t there
I’ve been somewhere far away
I’m sorry, what else can I say?

Verse:
C C7 F
C C7 F
Dm F
C C7 F

Chorus:

Am F
Am F
Am C7 F

Download audio file (241_Tennis_Shoes.mp3)

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METACOMMENT: In case you missed the note yesterday, I’m auctioning off several of my instruments on ebay to raise some capital for the site. If you’re interested, visit the Auctions section.

Tear up your books
Your lips are too tender
Little white tennis shoes
Returned to sender

Come and amuse me
I like your delicate hands
Little white tennis shoes
You meet all my demands

Riding boys bikes
Let the trees fall down
Little white tennis shoes
Knew i was lost when you came round

Guitar

Brown paper bags
Put away your clothes
Little white tennis shoes
Put your ducks in a row

Popcorn ceilings
Low hanging lofts
Little white tennis shoes
Your worth more than you cost

Down tuned half step.
Patterm
EEEEEEEEEE
GADDA GADDA
EEEEEEEEEE
GADDA GADDA, rinse repeat

Download audio file (240_Everything_I_Touch.mp3)

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I was born with talent
In the cradle, carried along
I was brought up homely
Lying in the dust
For killing
Everything I touch

You don’t even know me
I don’t want to meet
I don’t go to parties
I live on gated streets
For killing
Everything I touch

I was born with talent
People are just sand
I was born in fire
The ground shakes at my demand
And I am killing
Everything I touch

I have a condition
That drug stores can never cure
The cancer it’s in remission
So what’s this fever for?
It’s killing
Everything I touch

Down tuned half step. I don’t know what you call this chord shape, but it’s like this

A* x757xxx or B* x979xxx

Anyway, the song…

A*-> A x8
B* -> B -> A* -> A

Download audio file (239_Murder.mp3)

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Blues, Bb.

Murder, murder
I heard that it was murder
I got cold, murder

I couldn’t believe
It was her
Lying so cold, murder

Murder, murder
I grabbed her hand
It was ice, murder

So gentle
She was strong, she was strong
Blood in my eyes, murder, murder

Download audio file (236_20_Wacks.mp3)

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METACOMMENT: I have a feeling not many people need/use the tabs and chords. I’m thinking of going back and formatting the posts with the lyrics directly below the song and then guitar notation would be below that. That way everything would be more usable for most people. Drop a line in the comments section and tell me what you think about that. I’m sure I only have about three listeners, but I’d appreciate your input.

E* -> x798×7 (or x79877)

Verse:
E*
A7
E*
A7

Chorus
C -> Abm -> A
E*
C -> Abm -> A
E*
E*

Lip gloss, lip gloss
Come on get your salad tossed
Studded jeans, gaping mouths
Come on get your dollars out

Lip gloss, lip gloss
The party’s at Matildas
Big sunglasses hide your eyes
from the parting sea of trophy wives

Chorus:
My Little Joanie superstar
Her heart’s a deep, deep red
So weak, so pure
20 whacks, take 20 more
20 whacks, take 20 more

Finger in the wedding hole
How fast can your Jetta go
Orange tanner, orange head
You’re popping holes in water beds

Fist inside the raccoon trap
Honey, take the power back
Honey, this is ground control
I shot a pig out for a stroll

Chorus

Baby’s in the magazines
We’re raising her on tangerine
We’re raising her a debutante
She’ll earn cent she wants

Baby’s in the grocery store
We’re raising her to be our whore
We’re raising her with tomato juice
How quickly can we reproduce

Chorus

Lip gloss, lip gloss
Come on get your salad tossed (Come on, I’m your in-laws) x3

Download audio file (235_Life_is_Cold.mp3)

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Down tuned half step.

Verse:
Bm D
Bm D
Bm D
A G

Chorus:
C7 D7
C7 G
C7 D7
C7 G (7)

Verse:
I ran to the circus
I ran through the yards
I ran till the gas
ran out in my car

I sought out the devil
I sought out a farm
I sought out a woman
Who wouldn’t do me harm

Chorus:
And I never
Regretted nothing
Life is cold
It’s not my thing x2

I run from the docks
I run from the heavens
I run into our Father
At the seven eleven

I burst and I burn
I twist and I pout
It’s never my turn
I’m the one left out

Chorus

Guitar Solo

Chorus

Download audio file (234_The_Whole_Damn_Thing.mp3)

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Down tuned half step.

Riff

A|-------4/5-7--|
E|-0-2/3--------|

or sometimes

A|-------4/5-4--|
E|-0-2/3--------|

E -> Esus 7
Baby, what I’m looking for is a little intimacy
I just want to boil you down closer to me

A/d
I can’t do it without you
I can’t do it without you
E
I’m at your mercy

Baby, what I mean to do is string you along
I just want to get you back behind the barn
I can’t do it without you
I can’t do it without you
I can’t tell when I’m wrong

Let’s go

E Em G D Em

Baby I just want to hear you breathe
I want to hear the walls crumble
I can’t do it without you
I can’t do it without you
I’ve got a three up my sleeve

Baby I just want to suck your tits
I’m the goose that laid the golden egg
I can’t do it without you
I can’t do it without you
My ideas have all been split

E Em G D Em
The whole damn thing just goes around in another rotation
The whole damn thing just foes around in another location

I just want a little intimacy
I just want to bring you closer to me
I can’t do it without you
I can’t do it without you
I’m at your mercy

Download audio file (232_Walnuts.mp3)

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C -> G -> E7 -> C
I ate a walnut
I ate a pecan pie
I brushed my hair so long
I brushed your virgin thigh

I tear the posters down
I make the temple fall
I have king’s blood
I am immortal

I ate a walnut
I ate a pecan pie
I brushed my hair so long
I brushed your inner thigh

D
And I’m learning
D7
In my inner ear
C

D
And I’m tearing up
D7
My inner fears
C

I bruise so easily
I hurt so carelessly
I practice medicine
I practice poetry

I ate a walnut
I ate a pecan pie
I brushed my hair so long
I brushed your inner thigh

Download audio file (231_See_Me_Grin.mp3)

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Capo 4.

E
I’m smooth as coral
Electric as an eel
A
I’m smooth as coral
Electric as an eel
E - D
See me grin

I run at thunder
I am a dangerous sound
I run at thunder
I am a dangerous sound
See me grin

B
you can tell me, I know
you can tell me, I know
you can tell me, I know
A
Again

I can only see red
Paper bags and dirt
I can only see red
Paper bags and dirt
See me grin, see me grin

Download audio file (230_My_Feathers.mp3)

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Capo 2.

Am + minor 3rd and 11th, then up two frets and back.

In my mind
In my mind
I am warm

The back door
The back door
Is open

In the bed
In the bed
Are my feathers

In my mind
In my mind
I am strong

In a movie
In a movie
By my girl

In my mind
In my mind
I’ve got to get out

Download audio file (228_Eat_Me_Cosmonaut.mp3)

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Most of it’s just a e-shape bar at the 10th fret. If you want more tabs, let me know.

I want to be alone and homeless
I want to be a lonely coward
I want to be alone and hopeless
I hope all the milk turns sour

I want to be alone and homeless
I want to be a cosmonaut
I want to be alone and hopeless
I want to go and never get caught

I didn’t write any thank you letters
I didn’t write any love notes
I didn’t write any thank you letters
I didn’t write any love notes

I want to be a city hobo
I want to dig an ugly hole
I want to lie in a city gutter
I want to fossilize my bones

I want to tell the city to eat me
I want to let sleeping dogs die
I want to tell the city to eat me
I want to tell the city to die

I didn’t write any thank you letters
I didn’t write any love notes
I didn’t write any thank you letters
I didn’t write any love notes

I want to be alone and homeless
I want to be a cosmonaut
I want to be alone and homeless
I want to be a cosmonaut
I want to be alone and hopeless
I want to go and never get caught

Download audio file (227_Make_Love_to_Me.mp3)

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Download audio file (226_Old_Flames.mp3)

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Capo 4, Open-D.

D Shuffle -> A
You can’t compare to the one’s that are lost
You can’t compare to the one’s that are lost
So stroke the coals and the lift the dust

Riff -> E
Old flames
Burn cold
Old flames
Burn cold

You can’t compete with a forbidden love
You can’t compete with a forbidden love
She’ll never think you’re lost enough

Old flames
Burn cold
Old flames
Burn cold

You can’t compete with a soul unsaved
You can’t compete with a soul unsaved
You can’t compete without a foot in the grave

Download audio file (225_Commandeer_This_Plane.mp3)

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Open E, Capo 4.

I’m going to commandeer this plane
Take it out for a joy ride
I will fly over the windy city
In the smoke of a dirty sky

I might just take this jet
A little further in the air
Where the clouds are below
in the tropicalasphere

Then I might take it down low
And buzz by all the liars
You might see what’s in front of you
But I can see for miles

and miles
and miles
and miles
and miles

You might follow my jet stream
You can hope that I will fall
I might have a mechanical failure
But I’ll still be far above you all

you all
you all
you all
awwwlll

I’ll commandeer this plane
Take it over the steel pillars
I will fly over the murder
I will smoke all the filters

You may be the king of your castle
You may sit high on your throne
You may rule the road and the water
But in the sky I am alone

Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone

In the sky… I…. am alone

Download audio file (224_New_Transcription.mp3)

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Open E, capo 4.

E(iv) 054000
B(ii) 042000
F#m7 xx2120
E 000000

E -> E (iv) -> E -> E(iv) -> etc
Somewhere a maraca plays
Somewhere near a renegade
Burning up dollars his husband made
Collecting the smoke in jars

B (ii) -> E (iv)
looking older than he should
signing postcards like he would

E -> E (iv)…
Somewhere Amiri Baraka sighs
And haunts his neighbors lullabies
He catches thousands of butterflies
And locks them inside of his house

B (ii) -> E (iv)
and takes away all their disgust
and leaves them with dust

E -> E (iv)…
Somewhere silent raindrops fall
Somewhere at the edge of a war

B (ii) -> E (iv)
The butcher is cleaning his blade
Getting ready for the child’s parade
But the goal keeper gets out unscathed
F#m7
With all of his knowledge

E -> E (iv)…
Somewhere on Carnaby street
You took on a pair of jeans
Ripped out the labels, took out the seams
Seems everything you make is holy

B (ii) -> E (iv)
and I took out a year
whispered in a passing ear
you’re no longer welcome here

F#m7
get off of my cloud

E -> E (iv)…
I never learned to behave
I never learned your last name
I didn’t care to know it
It was none of my business

B (ii) -> E (iv)
I suggest we get moving on
Take the train with the purple sun
And the violent girls, you know the ones

F#m7
That bleed you with flowers?

E -> E (iv)…
Froggie went a hunting and he did ride
Took a bottle of gatorade by his side
Poured it on an alligator’s eye
To influence his disposition

B (ii) -> E (iv)
and take away all of his anger
and leave him with out a dagger
but I couldn’t tell you for sure

F#m7
If any of it worked

Download audio file (223_Runners.mp3)

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12 Bar, G.

I got a letter from a lonely boy
I got a letter from a lonely boy
Said he wasted his life in a bank

The best years of his life
The best years of his life
Were spent groveling on the deck

They fed him food too rich to swallow
They fed him food too rich to swallow
They made him wallow like a boar

He said that he never got his fill
He said that he never got his fill
He was loaded but wanted more

The humblest advice he had to offer
The humblest advice he had to offer
If you see a topcoat run for your life

The best advice he had to offer
The best advice he had to offer
Not every killing wound is made by a knife

I got a letter from a lonely boy
I got a letter from a lonely boy
Who wasted his life wandering and lost

I broke the letter down into pieces
I broke the letter down into pieces
Left with my woman, my bible, and my cloth

Download audio file (222_Interstate_Travel.mp3)

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G
Driving down the interstate corridor
Moving down the eastern seaboard
It gets lonely in Georgia streets
When all you can see are trees

B->A->G->A
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
A
But I’ll keep on driving

The moss is hanging like heart attacks
The trains are stuck on their tracks
It gets balmy in the ocean thickets
When all you hear are crickets

I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
But I’ll keep on driving

I-95, I-295, 85 Miles per hour
1-4, Highway 24, 75 miles per hour
The state of peaches the state of flowers
The state of sunshine the state of lovers

I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
But I’ll keep on driving

I plan on speeding, leaving them in the dust
I plan on going as fast as I must

I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
I don’t know if I’m still here
But I’ll keep on