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Everybody's movin', everything is changin'
I'm goin' around the room, workin' on a stagin
Goin' to the next phase of self-inflicted dance craze
To the entrance of a Twisted Maze whose contents escape me
Mona's dirty hammer will be pounding nails in her husband
St. John will paint his wall to find his perfect island
While I just sit at home with my wife just getting stronger
What doesn't kill you just makes you ponder
I'll be climbing up the mountain, I will pass you soon
You'll be going down the other side by the light of the moon
Let us talk of that spirit, see what can be gleaned
You know you gotta scrub a fossil if you want it to be clean
Mona's dirty hammer will be pounding nails in her husband
St. John will paint his wall to find his perfect island
While I just sit at home with my wife just getting stronger
What doesn't kill you just makes you ponder
Mona's dirty hammer will be pounding nails in her husband
St. John will paint his wall to find his perfect island
While I just sit at home with my wife just getting stronger
What doesn't kill you just makes you ponder
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Phase Pedal
02:41
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One fine night in my malaise, Derek gave me a vintage Japanese phase
It gave out pretty quick, but my new phase 90 it did the trick
And it took me on a journey, I'm still on today
Is it just the phase pedal?
Don't hear it much in metal
Is it wrong I want it in every song
Click it on and I'm sailing, feeling Waylon to Van Halen
Ride the wave like a psychedelic swan, on and on
And it took me on a journey, I'm still on today
Is it just the phase pedal?
Don't hear it much in metal
Is it wrong I want it in every song
Click it on and I'm sailing, feeling Waylon to Van Halen
Ride the wave like a psychedelic swan
Is it just the phase pedal?
Don't hear it much in metal
Is it wrong I want it in every song
Click it on and I'm sailing, feeling Waylon to Van Halen
Ride the wave like a psychedelic swan
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
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Bar Stool
04:38
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I vaguely remember you
I mean your man bun
And your crooked smile
You undercover sensitive player
You said you already told me
Your producer
A Moog player
A female slayer
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
You said we played pool before
You kicked my ass
I bought you a drink
You kinda look like you smoke meth
Then in a lousy Russian accent
You say you know the mob
And the secret behind
Jeff Buckley's death
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
Then in a smoky subterranean pool hall
I was drinking beer and working on this song
A guy came up behind me, looked at these words
He said he could relate in a cocaine way
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
Katie the bartender reminded me
I spoke to you on your breakup day
You messily ate my nachos
Got my hopes up
But I just walked you to your Uber
Super duper
Drunk conversations at the bar
Vaguely remembered
Unremembered
Drunk conversations at the bar
Unremembered, unremembered
Unremembered, unremembered
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Myself
03:33
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You didn't get me at my best, but you act like you did
All those loose ends are flapping in the wind
My love for you is cutting through the sludge and the fog
Treating life like a sick day
Want a more purpose-driven life, I'm reluctant to say
I don't feel like myself, more than I feel like myself
I've forgotten how to feel right, but I feel like myself tonight
He found his wife in a stretcher going into a room
Nurse, ask him how he was, he said, I'm better now, Oh,
Dark thoughts enter my mind, they don't seem from me
Feel it deep in my curls from the chaos swirl
I don't feel like myself, more than I feel like myself
I've forgotten how to feel right, but I feel like myself tonight
Carol and Grayson met at Sacred Heart a comfort after tragedy
Grayson lost his mother, met the love of his life Oh,
Picture at a dance adorable and slim Lil' Abner themed
Grayson wrote to my little blonde, U of O, 1961
I don't feel like myself, more than I feel like myself
I've forgotten how to feel right, but I feel like myself tonight
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Cul De Sac
03:31
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Cul de Sac
Got my back up against a circle
In the burbs, not a sidewalk in sight
Wish I wouldn't have to risk my life
To walk to a store or a bar, tonight
Cul de Sac
Cul de Sac
My life seems to turn around and around
So blessed and loved, wish my life could drive forward
Slowly crawling away from my Peter Pan mind
I wanna see myself move on Onward and upward
Cul de Sac
Cul de Sac
And I'd like to look back the spectrum on church camp
To my old drummer getting beat with a belt by strippers
Now I want myself to look ahead
To a life with my love
An indecision on the spiritual side
Should I look above
Cul de Sac
Cul de Sac
Cul de Sac
Cul de Sac
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Laymen Engineer
03:14
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Layman layman engineer
Had to show those school boys how it's done
But his plaque was hidden in his rubbish
Also hung at the Smithsonian
His upbringing in primitive Baptist
Kept him humble to an extreme
Wish I could have known you but that's a dream
Great stories surface from your daughter
The legend of Lynn it does loom
Sleepwalking to slumber with the livestock
Hyperactive feeding the furnace in the school room
We could have talked about football
Pros and cons of Steve McNair
Layman engineer you're soul glows in the air
Don't do as good a job as I should
Adulthood doesn't suit me well
Taking care of your grandson and your daughter
I want to do better you compel
I hope it honors you, my belated tear
See you in him and her
Poked a hole in this cold cold heart
Layman engineer
Layman layman engineer
Lynn could build it have no fear
Was told he never knew a stranger
Layman layman engineer
We could have talked about football
Pros and cons of Steve McNair
Layman engineer you're soul glows in the air
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Nervous Energy
03:43
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Punch me hard red alert
Grab me by the neck and it hurt
Ask me what I'd do
then invited me to home brew
Then awkwardly massaged me
That's nervous energy
Social ineptity
When you over shot it first day at work
And your co-workers thought you were a jerk
Then they loved you in the end
After a gradual mend
Now our dearest friend
Said it was nervous energy
Nervous energy
Try to make a contagious laugher laugh
Your jokes aren't funny a dusty dry carafe
Keep on trying but their not buying
Exhausting compliance
It's nervous energy
Nervous energy
When your laughing for no reason and can't stop
Pained smile forehead vain about to pop
Dressed to the nines to impress an unworthy guy
How does this apply oh my
Oh my it's nervous energy
It's nervous energy
I feel it deep in my veins
Causing me to do stupid things
Say something insulting while I swerve
The mystical power of the nerves
Tell my wife she's better than the ex
throwing out an awkward hex
You're all over the place
Should I get out the mace
You hold an intense place
With nervous energy
nervous energy
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Quarterly Paranoid Cycle
03:00
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It seems you don't feel liable
When you're in your quarterly paranoid cycle
I try to get us to talk but you just balk and postulate
You're a fractured martyred disciple
When you're in your quarterly paranoid cycle
I can't talk to you, what else can I do but stare and nod
I can tell you're starting to spiral
Sliding down your quarterly paranoid cycle
You say everyone is against you but it's not the truth
This all seems so recycled
Another quarterly paranoid cycle
Don't like the look in your eyes your death stare surprise is unnerving
Everyone is not out to get you
You can't stand it
When people say you're paranoid
It's in your head
Cornered creature survival
When you're in your quarterly paranoid cycle
Take it out on me I'm not your enemy don't you see
Epiphany at the urinal
Saw my own paranoid cycle
Had a talk with myself and I felt it too found empathy
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Left To My Own Devices
04:16
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Left to my own devices I am falling I'm falling
Left to my own devices indefinite holiday
vacation
Two fold, avoidance and no discipline and bliss
Technological bliss
Left with my own mind quiet I am squirming
I'm Squirming
Left with my own short sidedness lost connection
Avoid connection
Green Tabasco sports page, and eventually the big disengage so empty
So empty
Left with my constipated brain stifled by distractions
Distractions
Have given up on life's coming attractions
Attractions
His weirdness once charming, is aging so badly, they turn their backs gladly
Left to my own devices I am falling
I'm falling
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Thin Lipped And Nordic
05:11
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Met Donovan in Nashville lived across the hall
Said he moved from Portland on a emotional retreat
Worked for the railroad, explained being bumped
Lost his love, moved down south in defeat
I think we helped raise his spirits, we laughed and drank on a picnic table
Said he was thin-lipped and Nordic, soon he seemed more emotionally stable
One day his ex-love's father showed up in town
Wanted him to help him save his daughter
From her lover down in old Mexico
She was expecting but reluctantly agreed to go
They got back together, things seemed swell, a pregnant Anglo, Hope Sandoval
Round and lovely with black eyeliner, we took a smiling black and white picture I recall
We moved to Portland, he showed us around
Lamented the move back where his life had begun
He was living with her but they weren't together
But he was helping raise another man's son
He was stuck in Silverton
Tied to a dreadful tether
Saw him near the end of our time in Oregon
Our neighbor again aggrieved and bitter
He was happier in exile in Nashville
Anonymous and easier to acquit her
He was thin-lipped and Nordic
He was thin-lipped and Nordic
Oh, you couldn't ignore it
He was thin-lipped and Nordic
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Harvey Gerard Nashville, Tennessee
Harvey Gerard is a songwriter and "musician" who is orginally from Idaho, but now calls Nashville, TN his home. He has been in a few awesome bands of little to no acclaim such as Hobotron in Nashville and Swaim Basement and Colorimeter in Portland, OR. He blends a little bit of everything and what comes out is truly some loose and spirited poprockcountryfolk. Enjoy! ... more
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