1. |
Before Me
01:46
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Before Me
Bee stung on my lip
Draw a bowline to that hip
I see all that fancy fucking before me
Like all that fancy courting before
Pig fat on the floor
Daddy’s ghost at my door
I see every mother’s smothering before me
Like every southern mother before
Dead dog in my room
Somebody loves me
I assume
I see every bleached and bloody bone
Before me
Like all that blood and bleach before
From the halls of mondo-negro
To the shores of Tra-la-lee
I will face me till I find me
I will chase me till I’m free
I will face me till I find me
I will chase me till I’m free
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2. |
Wedding Song
01:42
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Wedding Song
All the town came out
Some
Flowers were pinned
Cabs were caught
This is all about
Receiving
Some non-deceiving
Love love love
Hand to my heart
It’s been my pleasure to wait
Things get sweeter when they late
Things get all ever after
Things are great
My baby loves me
For now
And he better
I know he’s gonna
Try
To sit me right down
Right now
And let me know
Something like
God didn’t make
Little green apples
And I will just laugh
To keep this thing sweet
Forever
Soul love
Is real love
And real love is a flame
Lighting up my town
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3. |
Dim Summer
01:48
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Dim Summer
Overshadowed by charlatans
Outfoxed by the rats
Beaten at checkers by harlequins
Will this sun be my last
We dragged our old sun down
Stuffed it in a cup
Try and pull some warmth from the ground
It’s dark now
But don’t give up
We dreamed of Indian summers
And the home of the braves
We spoil one thing and another
Now we save who we can save
Overwhelmed by the refugees
Inflamed on a raft
Erase and redraw the effigies
Will this breath be my last
We dragged our old sun down
Stuffed it in a cup
Try and pull some warmth from the ground
It’s dark now
But don’t give up
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4. |
We Drive Fast
01:22
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We Drive Fast
I drive crazy – ya don’t say
You drive crazy – that’s ok
Cuz its right
For the road – and you know
I know you know it
Too
We drive fast
Fast and crazy
We know we shouldn’t
Do it so daily
-Dang it gets the job done
And you know know know know it
Son
Driving in the dark
Dark and crazy
Like we like it too much
Driving lonely
-Seems to get the job done
Seems to turn the engines
On
Engines off
My sneakers in your wet grass
My hand on your doorbell
Shocks me like crazy
-Engine on again
The door is open again
Driving crazy
Yes crazy again
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5. |
What Happened Here
04:16
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What Happened Here
E-R E-C-T
Find out
What it means to be
I speak homo-sapien
I speak hetero too
Yo – I speak
Trans-bro
I stick my tongue
Out like a bookmark
I lick one
Page at a time
Just like most
I razor-part with the
Semi-erect
Stolen election set
That’s like talking to a stone
That’s like speaking to a grave
People - other people
Like a tooth in your heel
Walk it off – that’s all
What ever happened
To rage on the inside
What ever happened
To hidden feelings
We all put our hair on
One leg at a time
We wear our hearts
Deep in our shirts
Sewn into seams
Till they scream
Until it hurts - Until we burst
Burn and be vigilant
Live and learn and wait
As well as any wall
Cuz the only thing we know
If we know anything at all
Is there ain’t nothing you can
teach
Us ever
Ever ever ever ever
Why are we
Like this
Nothing coming from the right hand
That’s a withered wreck
God has gone
Nothing coming from the left hand
The devil’s got a big mouth
He’ll confess
He’ll go on and on
But the fucker won’t index
What – you mean the finger
No – I mean what ‘s the research
What happened here
Why are we like this
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Danger Painters Washington, D.C.
Danger Painters is Michael Barron, Bob Boilen, Bill Harvey and Kevin Lay. Their musical Heritage dates back to the seminal
70s-80s DC music scene, including Tiny Desk Unit, Fuji's Navy and Rhoda & The Bad Seeds.
The band members met in DC but now live in Maryland, New York and California, collaborating via the internet and very rarely meeting in one place to perform in public.
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