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Goal List
02:49
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Goal List
by The Rough & Tumble
The Sun's been missing now
For hours and hours today
We'd put a warrant out
If we knew it's name
There is no midnight here
No countdown, baby, please don't count me out
How 'bout another year,
Oh-oh!
How 'bout another year?
Write down your goal list, baby
Write down your goal list, sweetheart
Write down your goal list, baby
Write down your goal list, sweetheart
Put me on it
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
How 'bout another year
To write down the things that we should take to heart
How 'bout another start
Oh-oh
How 'bout another start
And if you've got time inside your busy schedule
I'd love to draw inside your tired lines
And if you feel like you're starting to unravel
I'd love to draw inside your tired lins
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MLK BLVD
03:56
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Days Inn has left us days out from here
Smoke so thick, can't find our way out of this hotel
Oh well, oh well.
MLK BLVD in Chattanooga
MLK BLVD
Seven days to introduce you to my hometown
Fog so thick the roads all look like sidewalks
MLK BLVD in Fresno
MLK BLVD
Landlocked love, I'm going out to sea tomorrow
It's not cars or boats or countryside keeping me away
Okay? Okay.
MLK BLVD Akron, OH
MLK BLVD
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Punxsutawney
02:13
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PunxsutawneyPhiladelphiAltoona Will never find a way to Pittsburgh never find a way to New York City Streets have left us stranded on an island of a townhouses are looking more like shadowboxes lined up in our trunk
And you're always paying tolls
And you're always paying tolls
Moontownships are sailing out to see if there could be another route 80 is jammed all of the way on down to Reading this damn map will make me carsick if we don't pull over there is the same sign we saw for Poconos 'bout 40 minutes back
And you're always paying tolls
And you're always paying tolls
You can't find your way home
WilkesbarrErieBradfordsWilliamsporterRoad will keep us winding back like those explorers Clark and Lewistown have never crossed our rivers more abundant than the time we got to spend our last few dollars on a Hershey bar and gas to get us back
And you're always paying tolls
And you're always paying tolls
You can't find your way home
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Unlove Me
02:08
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Unlove me, darling,
please unwind your soft and pretty fingers
from around mine,
do it right now.
We'll celebrate the anniversary
that we both lost out on us.
Unlove me, darling, unwind.
It's a long way to you right now.
That upstairs window has kept me on the ground.
If I go up, I might-could come back down.
It's a long way to you now.
Under the needle lies
a soft and pretty voice that calls me elsewhere,
and I'm going.
Going right now.
We'll undo our grand mistakes and unpack
all our boxes, baby.
Unlove me darling, unwind.
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5. |
Lease Agreement
03:09
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Lonesome in love, I was lucky in loss
I did what I could to have messed it all up
Arson was fine, if I'd had the guts
Well I'm fresh out of cash and I'm shhh...out of luck.
This was a case of fire
This was a case of water
This was a case of damage by an act of God
With those showers coming down our skin hurling off its steam
I'm still looking for you in the water at my feet
On those sticky summer days are you still looking for me?
I still smell the Irish Spring my last lover'd given me.
Earthquakes, tornadoes, those dishes in the sink and clothes on the floor, tsunamis, and flashfloods, cracks in the sidewalk and unmowed lawns, inflation, eviction, you're a martyr for a cause that I'd never even heard of, impractical distance, impossible work situation, that trip to Virginia that I took with another
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I didn't miss you as much as you told me I would
I didn't miss you at all when you'd gone
I didn't miss you as much when you kissed me and said
I'd have a sad face for all of my days
I didn't miss all the strings that you tied to the ceilings
To display a tiny world that you'd made me
There's relief in the room with that fishing line moon
Just a feeling, I'm so glad just to see
That my ceiling's a ceiling
I didn't miss you as much as I knew that I should
I didn't miss you all seven months long
I didn't miss you as much as I missed going out
In that shirt that I'd wear just on Sundays
I didn't miss all the words that you taped to the ceiling
All those plastered "I love you's" to save me
There's relief in the room with that fishing line tune
Just a feeling, I'm so glad just to see
That my ceiling's a ceiling
Oh you couldn't fool me now
And I would have sold you out
If I'd known that you'd know you would leave
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7. |
I Fooled You Again
02:17
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I fooled you again
You know, my dear, that I fooled you again
You thought we would marry
I thought we'd try friends
It's April 1st my dear and I fooled you again
Your dog don't bark at me no more
Your dog don't bark at me no more
Let her lay down with you on that kitchen floor
Your dog don't need to bark at me no more
I fooled you again
You know, my dear, that I fooled you again
You thought we would marry
I thought we'd try friends
It's April 1st my dear and I fooled you again
Funny the difference
Funny the day
Funny the difference a day will make
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Weatherman
02:38
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Go ask the weather you're not listening to me
Go ask the weather you're not listening
You're 'bout as temperate as an April storm
Go ask the weather...not me
It's the kind of weather to make an addict quit
Pack up your jacket, 8AM forecast calls for sadder yet
Go ask the weather you're not listening
Go ask the weather you're not listening
Go blow your smoke into the cold
Go blow your smoke and watch your billows bellow
But that's no hello to me
This rolling over will make a lover quit
Pack up your matches, 2AM forecast calls for colder yet
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Chicken
02:14
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Come on Chicken drive me down
Drive me down and out of this city
Come on Chicken drive me down
Drive me down and out
What's this place got Birmingham is not?
Armadillos in Alabama
Drive me down and out of this city
Heading down to Louisiana
Drive me down and out
Jackson Miss has room maybe for us?
Some Northern air might cool us down
Drive me down and out of this city
Flip a coin for the Caroline
Drive me down and out
These traveling bones won't pay our rent
Can't pay you back for what I've spent
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Gracie
02:59
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God couldn't hear what God couldn't give,
God, he don't listen to prayers, anymore.
He left a note on the door saying, "Out to lunch--
Be back when I punch this last nail in the coffin."
My angel's just beyond the grave,
God don't let her sing here,
Dear God, good God, Gracie.
Gracie come home your mother's been lonely
And hollering things in the dark.
Gracie, I know it's been hard when you're living alone,
God, I know, it's been hard for me.
Gracie, I swear there are good ones out there,
But none of them's waited as long as me.
I found you in Philly and lost you and then,
Caught your face in the crowd and then lost you again.
Gracie, I can see you in that pretty church dress,
Your eyes baptism blue and hymnal in red.
Girl, weren't we taught how to be the blessed--
Weren't we?
God, Grace would've been sufficient for me.
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Genetic Sadness
03:09
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When did it start?
It's always been there, you said.
What does it look like?
And who would have thought that 4 of 5 would not take on my hazel eyes?
But 4 of 5 that did survive got my genetic sadness.
When did it start?
It's always been there.
What does it look like?
And who would have thought that 4 of 5 would not take on my hazel eyes?
But 4 of 5 that did survive got my genetic sadness.
You're not me
You're not me
You don't have to be
She says it's always been there
She knows when it starts
And when it looks like I'm turning blue
She says it's the color of blind
And who would have thought that 4 of 5 would be taking on her rich brown eyes
But 4 of 5 that did survive got my inherent sadness
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If I was a Tyrannosaurus Rex, you'd know my name by now.
And I'd hold my mighty roar and you'd look into my snarl and know we could be friends.
And if I was a Tyrannosaurus Rex, you'd know my name by now.
And I'd crush these tall bookshelves in the power of my snout,
Instead of using them to hide my face.
Roar. Roar. Roar.
I am just a prehistoric mess, you've heard my name by now.
My small heart and brain and arms could be studied in the art of Palaeontology.
You are a Tyrannosaurus Rex, I've heard your name by now.
Your dried bones and dust and blood, I had dug you from the mud
And you still don't know my name.
Roar. Carnivore. Carnivore.
Meteor. Meteor. Meteor.
If I was a Tyrannosaurus Rex, you'd know my name by now.
And I'd hold my mighty roar, and you'd look into my snarl and know we could be friends.
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5th of July
02:22
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Who is gonna clean this up?
Picking through the wicks of Roman candles.
Who is gonna take this on?
Sifting through these whispered short breath tangles.
Cause it's hot, and you're gone, and I can't recall your number
And there is no firework light
And I'm lonely as a watermelon rind
On the 5th of July
Which of us will give this up
When we've got no carrot left to dangle
Bring to me October's wares
I'm falling all to pieces in summer's strangle
Cause it's hot, and you're gone, and I can't recall your number
And there is no firework light
And I'm lonely as a watermelon rind
On the 5th of July
July---
You know I think about you all the time
July---
You know I think about you all the time
Cause it's hot, and you're gone, and I can't recall your number
And there is no firework light
And I'm lonely as a watermelon rind
On the 5th of July
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14. |
Brother Said
03:00
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Brother said, Brother said, Brother said,
"If she don't come home, I'll take her room as my own--
We can place her small face on the milk carton when she comes."
Brother said.
Mother said, Mother said, Mother said,
"She must come home, I'll stand guard by this quiet telephone--
This rubble world must know she's one of my own and bring her home."
Fields of Johnny-Jump-Ups jostle,
Tell them that I'm safe and coming home.
Father said, Father said, Father said,
"I'll turn every door, make every creature alarmed--
Til she's safe in our arms like back when I can control it all."
Sister said, Sister said,
"If she don't come home, I'll take her love as my own."
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Jaybird
02:28
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Wild as a bluejay, your message came to me,
I was rested from a 'Bama night.
Woke up to see if I could see about heading on back up,
But naked as a jaybird was the love you left for me.
Left for me, left for me.
Naked as a jaybird was the love you left for me.
I'd see about my bridle, you would see to cut the sails,
So Tennessee would landlock me.
We'd work out what we needed in hopes for loving can't,
But naked as a jaybird was the love that we had left.
Left for me, left for me.
Naked as a jaybird was the love you left for me.
Naked as a jaybird was the love you left for me,
Woke up blurry, light, and green.
Those Tennessee dogs, they walk my Alabama feet,
But the wiles of a bluejay are cawing home to me.
Left for me, left for me.
Naked as a jaybird was the home you left for me.
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It's alright
What's another 99 to 5
What's another hour undoing this knot I've tied
If we're both so unraveled then should I come over tonight
I left my trails for you
I left my trails to you
It's okay
I guess we both had a hand in the blame
I guess we both made our share of mistakes
I should have called sooner when I knew you were slipping
Set fewer snares when I knew you'd be coming today
I left my trails to you
How do you like your new place?
Mine's okay
Been talking to the front desk clerk 'bout building a time machine
You know what I mean?
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The space between us
Are as big as all those things we haven't said.
So step back, darling,
'Cause you don't know what could fall out of this big lovely wedded--
--Finger, gone done linger
Far too long and now here comes another ringer.
I'd tell you, "I love you,"
If it wasn't true, but, baby, I do.
My brain goes "Wahoo, wahoo, wahoo!"
For all that I've got to do, to do
To keep the baboom, baboom, baboom
Of my heart's beating for you from you.
These love songs, says my momma,
Are the best damn therapy I've ever had.
But, baby, darling--
How else do I say, "I got it bad!"
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Bottle O' Rum
03:15
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When I had love, I was Pavlov's dog to your name.
Let's go south, dear. Let's move north
Before I bite that lazy hand, because
I don't belong here with you.
Let's outrun it, let's outsmart even our closest friend.
Let's get married, and get a dog
And shake that wild one on our trails who says
I don't belong anywhere with you.
When you said, "Come home,"
I said, "Draw me a map."
We'll be pirates again
On nobody's land but our own.
I'll be captain, if you'll keep sober watch on the deck.
Promise treasure, promise gold, to get me back behind the helm,
Because I don't belong here with you.
Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum.
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Counting up the nights we slept alone.
Waiting for the roll.
Hoarders of the warmth that's our own.
Baby, touch me--
You won't touch me
When I'm gone.
I don't have your six, anymore.
Love you'll face scared to the wall.
Every girl you'll meet will be waging war--
For the girl you wouldn't touch before.
Sleep slowly,
Sleep lonely,
Dream only,
Of your sorrows,
Of your troubles,
And only dream of me.
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Mean Red Birds
03:28
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Mean red birds out on our sills,
They'll take our hearts with our two eyes.
This is how we starve a cold,
This is how we start a fire.
We ran out of our drinking games,
Bought a house that's filled with beige,
This is how two can remain--
Mainly, been working out this front door creak,
And fighting it with every key we own
So no one's home alone.
Plant a garden in the spring,
Work at it with every fiber.
This is how we both grow old,
Time will turn us into liars.
We ran out of our drinking games,
Bought a house that's filled with beige,
This is how two can remain--
Mainly, been perching on this front porch swing,
And pushing off with every creak we know
So no one's home alone.
This is how our story's sold,
These hardwood floors will give us miles and miles and miles.
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4th of November
02:11
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I finally slept on the 4th of November, on the/a 5th of you,
With a belly so hungry it couldn't eat,
And eyes so soft that they wouldn't sleep,
Til that sunny, Sunday afternoon.
We'd pocket an hour and leave it in there to germinate,
Our toes reabilitate.
And at 8 o'clock we took it out and made a day of it.
Let's keep walking in circles,
Let's keep walking in circles,
Will you?
I traded my favorite apple for your Honeycrisp.
And I got my favorite look you give,
We bit through the wax like an autumn kiss
On this extra hour with you.
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Bird
01:40
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Watch my people come and go.
See my candle burning low (down below).
Bird's eye view it is no view for you.
Learn my shivers in the cold.
One porch light or there'd be none of me at all.
See my feathers come and go.
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As I sped to the dock, the water was dark,
all clocks read 3AM.
And the gulls weren't alarmed, and the ships in the yard
rocked soft and sleeping in.
And the tide rolls out.
Who will see me now?
I hope there's someone sad as me awake on a Sunday morning.
I grew binocular eyes so that I'd catch your smile
spread wide past miles and miles.
I heard you simpled your song so that I'd hum along,
that saline soft as the morning at 5.
And the tide rolls out.
Who'll believe me now?
I hope there's someone sad as me awake on a Sunday morning.
Let's stay bound in blue and barnacle brown/I've been searching around for barnacle brown.
Then let's push back and swim-rum down, down.
As I sped from the dock, the water was dark
a whirlpool green and gray.
And there is someone sad as me, awake on a Sunday morning.
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Boxing Day
03:13
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I wrote you a letter on Boxing Day
But that mean ol' mailman must've thrown it away
I'll try it again on some other day
When I remember just what I said
Valentine's had left us sad and soft
Christmas and New Years gone done lost my card
This ain't no spooky Halloween song
So I'll remember you on Boxing Day
Post Office doors don't you close down tonight
We got letters and letters and letters left to write
Mean Mr. Mailman don't you throw it away
Bring me those parcels on Boxing Day
(Postal Preaching)
I wrote you a letter on Boxing Day
That tired, old, overworked mailman must've thrown it away
I'll try it again on some other day
When I remember just what I said.
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The Rough & Tumble Nashville, Tennessee
The Rough & Tumble are a dumpster-folk/thriftstore Americana band consisting of Mallory Graham and Scott Tyler. Only This Far, their latest full length record is out May 12, 2023. "The bottom line is these are just quality songs, well written, well played, well sung and arranged, and a pleasure from start to end."- AmericanaUK ... more
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