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changing of the guard
02:49
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I won't be coming to your town
that ship has sailed for parts once known
a grin that's waving from the dock
just wanderlust left at a loss
shot for some stars and came up naught
it's not a failure fantasy
oh, countrymen don't cry for me
I'll ease into an easy chair
lifers could never leave the line
a well of knowledge running dry
I wish you well I wish you wise
wish I could join but it's my time
a dozen months baptized in fire
driving this organic machine
a hundred souls have come and gone
but you won't have to worry about this one
cause I won't be coming to your town
old men just clutter up the scene
oh cap'n take your ship to sea
I won't be coming to your town
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strike up the band
02:53
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a leaf stuck to the windshield
like a feather in the trunk
like a wing that I've been preying on for years
like a tape stuck to the drive
let it play, rewind, replay
a dozen hits that just keep hitting all the fields
throw some caution to your wishes
cause we got em
we're doing grand
sands of time slip through, just flip it over
strike up the band
inside. a monumental time
I work my finger to the bone
as I relearn to speak in codes of ones and threes
a life more ordinary here
a cautious calculated dream
though imperfections come to light
I'd prefer to never leave
and throw some caution to your wishes
cause we got em
we're doing grand
sands of time slip through just flip it over
strike up the band
hand of time stops by to say it's over
strike up the band
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3. |
late to the party
03:04
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on this date I came late to your party
showed up just as you left town
as friends were embracing departure
I found myself lost in your home
it washed like a wave so soft it sent salt to my eyes
left parched and procuring
and drinking it just past it's time
for the moment our mother breathes vibrance
less the toxic exhaust from her son
blessed with the burden of knowledge
of what our social indifference has done
lessons ingested of old stevens and a bitter old young
observed and ignoring the taste that now rests on your tongue
I may have imbibed on the joy thats derived
as coyotes walk calm in the street
I've no rush for four walls just to find that it's three that I need
for days I stayed late past your party
tipped my hat
said my peace
and moved on
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vultures lament 1&2
06:21
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in a basement we built the sound of self destruction
create a strange soundscape with useless wooden toys
off to a late night sacred rooftop western sky
sanctuary
sanctuary
solace from the space there in between
no shallow pond to search along or skip a stone
just throw a rock and run
adrenaline
drag me to the edge of the abyss and stare it down
where I'd beg to leave
but quietly
strange escape for ragtag teenage boys
always some some place
a curb, a barn, abandoned storefront
your safe space
hop out the window for a world of new mistakes
sweet regretful memories that still give chase
and it hits
it hits in fits of guilt and love
a lily lilting off to find the sun
like bruises blooming into flowers on our knees, elbows and craniums
weren't built for life so dumb
even if I tried I couldn't shake you
and if I could why would I want to?
your trusty sidekicks wondering "what we gonna do?"
you were James Dean
you were troubled
I was glue
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sad pill
03:48
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a stack of self help studies steer the table straight
canceled appointments keep the calendar abreast
grateful employers toast to your accomplishments
and a parcel waits with patience and egress
there's a pill next to the water
sip it slow
a last ditch wish for motivations has moved on
see the twinge of hope snuffed out and grown cold
set the record, it's the wreckage you create
set the table and the choices on your plate
the balance shifted to benefit your mess
your narcissistic sickness fueled your selfishness
it's the same scene we replayed for umpteen years
can't bare reliving in front of children's tender ears
please care for yourself as though you always have
carve aside a time, remember how to laugh
and be ready for the weekends will appear
with opportunities to show them that you care
one last line before we leave you
a sentence rife with sentiment
a regiment meant to remember
keep the molecules in check
though we leave you I still need you in their lives
theres a pill next to the water
sip it slow
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Kitchen Experiment Band/Solo Chicago, Illinois
Nate Meads’ Kitchen Experiment (solo/band) has been playing left of the dial influenced folk-rock with a revolving cast since mid 2000’s. Kitchen Experiment Band is like a restaurant that's loud and busy. Kitchen Experiment Solo is the small cafe off to the side that's a little less 'in your face'. The FOH and BOH staff come/go/come back, but it's the same guy writing the menu and recipes. ... more
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