1. |
Seven Mile Affair
03:00
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Those were pearls that were her thighs
Teflon nails and assorted hair dyes
Under the weight of billboards past
The country groans and runs out of grass
I walked a mile in my own shoes
Then leased a boat and road another few
Had to portage across the plains
The dryest mouth, the amber grains
All these young girls caught in my eyes
Big city hair and farm fed thighs
The telephone wires
Carry the desires
Of a million uneasy fingers
Seven mile affair
I'll come back to you in good time
After a seven mile affair
I took a trip but first I cut my hair
I'd caught a quick glimpse of myself
And re-assessed my personal health
All these young girls caught in my eyes
Big city hair and farm fed thighs
The telephone wires
Carry the desires
Of a million uneasy fingers
Seven mile affair
I'll come back to you in good time
Those were pearls that were her thighs
Teflon nails and assorted hair dyes
Under the weight of billboards past
The country groans and I run out gaffs
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2. |
Sweet Liquor Finale
03:12
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All the stormy lover fighters
Have called it quits for the rest of the night
All the barroom brawlers
Lick their wounds in their tents off the site
All the backroom guzzlers
Slip in a disc, drift off to sleep it off, alright?
Ham-fisted and iron-lunged
I write my journal of death-defying feats
All twisted and come undone
I sing the songs of the endless retreat
Slip on my stone slippers
And shuffle out to my security post
Nibbling at my nail clippers
I calm my nerves with a nip and a toast
I whip out my flashlight
At the bang of gang who slips by just like a ghost
Ham-fisted and iron-lunged
I write my journal of death defying feats
All twisted and come undone
I sing the songs of the endless retreat
A cup of cola and a shot of rum
Leaning on a lightpost, sucking on a dum-dum
The quick tequila and the sloe gin fizz
Leaning on a lightpost, I throw a tricky whiz
The sweet liquor, my pulse thicker
I wait for the sacred visit
This is it
Is this it?
As the cornball cokeheads
Chase one last line in pursuit of the night
And all the bully-headed schoolboy
Roll out of bed to face up to the light
I make the rounds
Make sure the grounds are locked up good and tight
Check our watches, the time is now
Check your pants, is your nightstick still there?
Check your watches, the time is gone
The time is gone, the question is where
A cup of cola and a shot of rum
Leaning on a lightpost, sucking on a dum-dum
The quick tequila and the slo gin fizz
Leaning on a lightpost, I throw a tricky wizz
The sweet liquor, my pulse thicker
I wait for the sacred visit
This is it
Is this it?
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3. |
Tennessee Wager
02:58
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surprised by your answer
i’ll go get the match burn
you can wait here if you want to
and hold the fort down
by the stairs, i’m heading out your door
misplaced the location
arrived without destination known and kicking the car stereo
in a store mistaken, let’s write the address down, boys
don’t forget your dictation
up in the air when the sidewalk is ceiling
pull at the oar and hold back the bleeding
i want nothing to do with explosions
but i will light the fuse for you
the cost was considered
i can unfold the map now
made the wrong calculation
can’t think for reverberation
and dissing his girlfriend’s paintings
it’s cold in the mountains
drinking up all my virtue while waiting for you in the snow
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4. |
Wind Up the Devil Clock
04:02
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Out of the basements and into the streets
Your rock and roll army, regiment of retreat
Raise the white flag, it's not a sign of defeat
In fact, it means you've won completely
In fact, it means you've won, complete
Out of the cities and into the fields
With a lunchbox of hot rock to make up your meals
Down to the shelters beneath the cold ground
Counting on the crashing down
The countdowns on for the crashing down
Into the booze and out of your mind
This is nothing new for the folks of your kind
Wind up the devil clock and play that junky music, whiteboy, alright
Wind up the devil clock and play that junky music, whiteboy, alright
Wind up the devil clock and play that junky music, whiteboy
And try to lose your sense of time
Out of the cellar and on to the stage
You're just like Ratt, despite all your rage
Caught in a cage, gaged and bound
Round and round and round and roun
What comes around, it goes around
Into the booze and out of your mind
This is nothing new for the folks of your kind
Wind up the devil clock and play that junky music, whiteboy, alright
Wind up the devil clock and play that junky music, whiteboy, alright
Wind up the devil clock and play that junky music whiteboy
And try to lose your sense of time
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5. |
Above the Wreckage
03:05
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sleepy eyed but awake
on the orange of day breaking open
i wait for your plane to arrive
you’ve got a clever laugh
it cuts the heat in half by moments
and makes me believe we could belong
here above the wreckage and starlets kissing
i’m counting the days till i pull it together
springtime in may, her taurus a cancer
here’s hoping i don’t let you down
and you stick around
practice a poker face
smile without a trace of discomfort
there’s a blanket but no sheets on the bed
you’ve got a pilgrim soul
demands my total attention
when i feel most like slipping away
here above the wreckage and starlets kissing
pin a ribbon on me
salute the bottle empty of the greeter
just like easter
you take the effort away from the day
take the effort away
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6. |
The Road at St. Leon
03:45
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There's something wrong on this journey
Can't you smell that smell, there's something burning
Pull upside, where the road it starts to bend
For advice, consult the flight of the wrens
Columbus has released us from his grasp
Chicago, the ugly older brother from our past
Waits uncaring, unwelcoming, in our way
Eager ignore all it is that we have to say
Wheel in the sky
Keeps on turning
The road at St. Leon
Begins burning
Birth by fire
There is no water
Joining hands with the Christian daughters
Linking arms with our Eastern brothers
Free us now
From all our bothers
The radio plays the simple songs of the first part of the journey
Can't you smell that smell, the wheel's started burning
Cotton candy on the engine and black smoke fills the sky
What we thought was ours blown up in the sun's bright eye
Wheel in the sky
Keeps on turning
The road at St. Leon
Begins burning
Birth by fire
There is no water
Joining hands with the Christian daughters
Linking arms with our Eastern brothers
Free us now
From all our bothers
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7. |
Low Cut
03:12
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still holding my breath
confessing a lung
thought i’d blown it before, looks like i’ve just begun to fulfill my potential
in the good part of the bad old days we just stuck around in bed
i’d find an answer but mine’s not a Weatherhead
up to the north, flip the record, multiply and go forth
and the ghosts still linger, mouth the words with the singer
at all the other punished faces
in the pulse of the strobe, underneath the mirrored globe
lowcut, relieved and hallow
the clock took its hands down from its face
and blew a kiss meant for you
let’s keep on at it until i drive you crazy too
more to go, drink them down, we’ll be late for the show
when you say you got away with murder
i guess that makes it alright
october is over and you just bite your lip
and bleed, finally lost, it’s not time for you to come clean
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8. |
The Executioner's Song
04:45
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9. |
Follow Your Bliss
02:31
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Punchdrunk Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Punchdrunk was formed by childhood friends Judd Counsell, Rick Donner Steve Koester and Galen Polivka in Milwaukee in 1992. The band moved to Minneapolis shortly thereafter and to New York City in 1998. They released three albums: From Dad, A Message from the Cockpit, and Bird Bird. Polivka & Counsell later joined The Hold Steady. Koester went on to record as Koester, Maplewood, & Two Dark Birds. ... more
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