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Roy Rogers
04:39
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It's been ten years at least since I wrote my last big hit
I sincerely doubt you'd remember it
Gold records line the walls of the shithole that I rent
the fame is gone and the money spent
I remember
a golden Autumn evening on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry
singing songs to a sold-out crowd of admiring eyes
Was a time when the world was all adoring
never knew a lonely morning
now I'm a man
that my own mother wouldn't recognize
It's been ten days at least since I shaved my ugly
and twice as long since I left my place
I spend the time committing songs to my four-track
laying down the demos of a comeback
The time has come to share these future hits I've writ
then I'll take these pills and I'll sleep a bit
And when the public hears my final rhapsody
headlines will read "What a tragedy"
(J. Lewis)
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2. |
Sing for Me
03:32
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Stand up straight
let take a look at you
let me see the face behind the catcall
Look at me
answer when I speak to you
answer so the audience can hear
Sing for me
let me hear a verse
your voice could use rehearsing
Honestly
I'd love to see you hung
I'd love to see you choke on your tongue
Do you like
the feeling of eyes on you?
The feeling of voices in your head?
Can you write
a song for us all to sing?
A song to bring all of us together?
Sing for me
let me hear a verse
your voice could use rehearsing
Really though
I'd like you to behave
I'd like to take a piss on your grave
(J. Lewis)
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3. |
Let's Make a Racket
03:21
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I've always been anxious, shy, and nervous
I'm the kid in the corner when the party's on
No education, no qualification
just a semi-literate degenerate
I've always been restless, wild, and reckless
I'm a kamikaze in a vintage dress
I'm having a vision I've made a big decision
I'll be the singer you can play guitar
What's the point in living alone
reliving old dreams on my headphones?
Where's the fun in singing a solo?
I needed your voice to follow
I'm writing a new song about a pair of lifelong friends
in a secret room playing make-believe
Let's make a racket the working world's in traffic
try hard to recall the point of it all
(J. Lewis)
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4. |
C.F.N.M.
04:21
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I've waited all day for this night to come
I've waited on my hands and knees
Anticipating some sweet discipline
hoping for an intense release
It's a game we play
you permit, I submit
it's the only way that I'll learn
Take a breath and try to settle down
take a breath and count to ten
And if you forget to say "thank you Miss"
I will make it hurt again
It's game we play
I permit, you submit
it's the only way that you'll learn
Oh you've really been a docile pet
you have learned how to behave
Can this docile pet make a request
next time you should play the slave
(J. Lewis)
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5. |
Harvest
04:48
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Ten decades have I haunted this wreck of a home
ten decades has my spirit been made to roam forever
I was young, petite, and pale on that night in August
when I fled down the trail through the ancient forest
suddenly around my neck tight as a collar
I felt the dark manifest the hands of my father
One hundred lonely summers I've wept in the walls
one hundred dreary winters I've wandered these halls unending
I was drug by my heels light as a feather
through a wide, violet field of wild heather
my eyes were fixed upon the sky with brutal stillness
a harvest moon rising high was the only witness
I awoke as we crossed over the threshold
my cheeks as white as winter frost and fingers ice cold
he planted me in the ground my pleading ignored
a pile of bones to be found beneath the floorboards
Some evening you will hear from the top of the stairs
my grieving voice singing a hymn of despair 'til morning
(J. Lewis)
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6. |
Cowboy in Montmartre
03:36
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Call me Wyatt Earp
call me Wild Bill
the thrill over the hill and overweight
In Paris for the week
on business but
tonight I might find the red light and a girl to screw
I'm looking for something tight and tender
money's no object for this big spender
Call me Antoinette
call me Juliet or Jane
or any name that you'd like to scream
I'm looking for a prick
a sick pig to be led ahead
into my bed and then the grave
I'm taking my little lamb to slaughter
he say's I remind him of his daughter
Let me kiss your neck
let me stroke your thigh
as I begin to tie you to the bed
Do you miss your home?
Do you miss your wife?
My knife has stopped your life and left you dead
Your spirit will haunt the streets of Paris
I'll hear you pass below my terrace
Call me Wyatt Earp
call me Wild Bill
the thrill over the hill and underground
Listen to my song
listen and rehearse my verse
or you'll be cursed for eternity
(J. Lewis)
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7. |
Vespertine
04:03
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Coffee with cream and
"Vespertine" on a sunny Sunday morning
undressing while the bath tub
is warming up
I close my eyes
take a deep breath and I sigh
when I think about the guy
that I'm seeing soon
He's standing outside my door
I'm standing still hoping for
A mate that's worth the wait
it's been two years since my last date
my mother says I'm such a mess
but I won't play the damsel in distress
Making small talk
on a blanket in the park
watching happy couples walk by
hand in hand
You say your dream
is having two boys maybe three
and a wife who'll cook and clean
on demand
You solemnly hold my hand
I'm silently hatching plans
To make a quick escape
this date has proved a huge mistake
I'm sure you think you're wonderful
but I'll tell you you haven't got a clue
And did you think that I'd be smitten
by this fantasy you've written?
I could never wear the skin
of the role you'd cast me in
(J. Lewis)
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8. |
Waterloo
04:42
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Early morning Waterloo
wandering the empty avenue
ground is shaking beneath my feet
the cavalry is quaking up the street
And I wonder what's become of all
the friends and relatives
that I used to know
the cafes, clubs, and record shops
parks and promenades where we'd
Watch the day's ending
the sunset surrendering to the dusk
Waterloo is failing, floundering and
flailing in the dust
Duck and cover, run and hide
the Batterie is breaking through the line
new graffiti over my head
"get out while you can" good advice
(J. Lewis)
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9. |
Heretic
03:40
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Daydreaming in Republic Square
to the sound of a busker's guitar
fingering "The Second Sex"
by Simone de Beauvoir
Over my shoulder a shadow appears
throwing shade over my ideals
like a heretic
Staggering through the lazy crowd
when you suddenly catch my eye
admiring your tartan skirt
Mary Janes and white knee-highs
Your appearance is so devout
but I've concluded beyond any doubt
that you're a heretic
For a heretic I've been blessed
with an ability to detect b.s.
I'm a sensitive soul
you're an asshole
it's nice to meet you
Piously you shut your book
leaving my manhood smashed
Trying hard to salvage the rest
of the afternoon you've crashed
Why do you repudiate me
berate and excommunicate me
like a heretic?
For a heretic you've been blessed
with a quality that women detest
I'm a feminist queen
you're a libertine
it's nice to meet you
(J. Lewis)
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10. |
Last Book of the Evening
05:41
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On a cluttered nightstand
by my bed
there's a dog-eared novel
that I've read
a million times
And when I turn
the page to chapter one
as familiar as a friend
I wonder how many
times before I die will I
make it through to the end?
On a spinning platter
in my room
is a favorite album
I've listened to
a million times
And when I move
the arm toward the groove
tenderly and play a song
I wonder how many
times before I die will I
get the chance to sing along?
(J. Lewis)
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Western Threads are an indie pop band from Austin, Texas whose members include Jeff Fazio, Jacob Lewis, Mike Mangiapane, Christopher McBee, and Ainsley Richter. Influences include The Velvet Underground, The Vaselines, Serge Gainsbourg, and Lee Hazlewood. ... more
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