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Cochran's Zoo
03:30
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Drove out to the zoo today
To watch them funky monkeys play
The fat one was a Jew named Ruben
We watched him laugh and puff a Cuban
Welcome to the Cochran Zoo
Come one, Come all
Red White and Blue
But bring a mop
We're slinging slop
Just think of all the fat we'll chew
After lunch, our main desire
Was mocking swine in their own mire
The thin one leaned against a rail
And marveled at my curly tail
That is quite enough from you
It's clear to us
Your funds are through
Please do unbend
The silly grin
You're now a part of Cochran's Zoo
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2. |
The Blue Kentucky Moon
04:58
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Thomas Thayer done growed up quick
Been leadin' the adult life
Got a steady job layin' common brick
Done lassoed hisself a wife
All the folks in town did look and frown
with dubiosity
That inbred fuck with a pickup truck
done got a family
And boy, did Tom and his shoeless wife
and Mother Nature yield:
Tammy, T.C. and Donna Bell,
and a couple of cows in the field
But all was not a Rockwell scene
on Thayer's plot of land
When Thomas T. stepped through that door,
the air was thick as sand
Now, Tommy worked most all the day,
and drunk most all the night
And now and then he'd slap his kids,
and kick his shoeless wife
Tom Thayer bricked up everything;
Steel curtains was his draw
And 'round his family and his life
He'd forged hisself a wall
When mealtime came, the family sat
Kid dared not say a word
And Tommy's wife--pots, pans and all--
be eatin' like a bird
The kids sprung up in just a flash
T.C. growed like his weed
And though Tammy tramped the street for cash
Donna brought home the H.I.V.
From truth, my friends, these words do flow
For I am not alone
(You know how out-of-hand, to get,
these things are mighty prone)
Yes sir, it's true
I seen it all that muggy eve of gloom
Amidst the fierce and grainy glow
of the Blue Kentucky Moon
Tommy'd try from time to time
to visualize amends
But terry-cloth do hardly much
to win a crack'd lens
But Friday night, Tom skipped the bar,
skipped all the way to home
To find his wife's bare feet a-wrapped
'round Mr. Foreman's bone
Stood out a certain certainty
Tom, firm in his resolve
Determined it was time to lay
his greatest wall of all
Ran past the gun and grabbed a glazed
(the workman's favored lot)
Before the sun, the bond did take
a stretch of hill to seal the rot
From truth, my friends, these words do flow
For I am not a loon
A bleak reality pervades
these rancid docks of boon
You bet it's true. I done it all
that sultry night in June
Awash in mesmerizing flow
of the Blue Kentucky Moon
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3. |
Don't Bow
03:33
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4. |
Real
02:13
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Another morning at the grind
Chopping, slopping
My throbbing mind
When did I get this fuckin' job?
Hey! It's closin' time!
ahh yes there we go and now at last i finally know all the reasons why i labor so
Holy shit, do I feel bad
I swear tonight by ten I'm asleep
No beer
No tokes
No Late Night TV with David Letterman
you know i'll just take one toke maybe two but tomorrow night i'm serious tomorrow i get real
Get serious
Get real
No one can know just how empty I feel
No one can know just hard it is
for me to get real
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5. |
Panic Button
03:01
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6. |
Rubbers & Cream
02:02
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Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
to consummate their marriage
Jack fooled around
and lost his crown
Now pays for golden carriage
But Jack don't care
"What's fair is fair"
His partners say he's batty
Jill cruises town
drinking Royal Crown
provided by Big Daddy
I got the rubbers
And I got the cream
Now years have passed
It's clear at last
to Jack he's lost his Jill
And, void of hope,
with a big, fat rope
Jack climbs again the hill
Once at the tree,
Old Jackson, he
ties on his new neckband
But 'cross the hill
sits drunken Jill
At the wheel of her sedan
I got the rubbers
and I got the cream
With quite a start
and thumping heart
Jack runs to see his Jill
And, although blitzed
Jill too admits
she too does miss this hill
Now Jack is stanced
to take a chance
and blows a kiss her way
And Jill don't mind
familiar grind
and beckons Jack to stay
A moment's heat
A sticky seat
Jack knocks it into Drive
Without a clue
head-first into
Eternal Bliss they dive
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7. |
Eighteen
02:20
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1959
Familiar quiet plops itself
upon our civic afternoon
Reach down to fetch a lemonade
from the porch's knotty, cork-filled grin
Kitty darts across my lawn
in plain pursuit of nothing
A gleam from the Edsel slips right by
As an acorn dives into the freshly paved parkway
1977
Johnny sits upon a curb
watching leaf canoes drift by
And off, somewhere, a mockingbird
celebrates the clearing sky
School bus pulls up and sighs relief
Another demon gone
And Johnny's day is a little brighter
Skip on home with the big kids, John!
1995
Wake up to screams of neighbors' kids
and mouth is mighty dry
A fresh new patch of piercing green
brings landlord into mind
Add a hole to this old house
The flies have got to go
Across the way a mother cries
Around her men in black take notes
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8. |
Long Cut
01:40
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9. |
Mongolian Mantra
04:10
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10. |
Royale with Cheese
03:52
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11. |
Curva Pericolosa
01:35
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12. |
Canteen Boy
03:23
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13. |
Pulse
03:24
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A struggle to stare with glassy eyes
my mind is numb from pain
The rain pounds fiercely upon my glass
A smile I try to feign
Deep down inside it starts again
That feeling so new, yet trite
The pit of my stomach is tied in knots
The tears to blue my sight
A wave of shock, a realization
of what has happened to me
My aching heart, though torn apart
is the only thing that sees
Memories surface of better days,
yet, only of those with her
Yes, once again the pain is back
and I wonder just what we were
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14. |
Home One Day
04:32
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Phil Thompson Albuquerque, New Mexico
99-year-old white male. Six foot two, three. No pants, unkempt... portly.
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