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Sidereal Day
03:51
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it’s 7:26, i’ve been awake
quiet, still
disentangle, rise
counting the beans in the grinding mill
i’m afraid of falling
off the face of earth
and being hurtled into space
every day is one more revolution with you
rotate to the midway of the curve
and tarry there
the sweeping of the hands across her face
and through her hair
i have trouble staying on the ground
by myself i’d never get around
every day is one more revolution with you
but your soporific is so terrific
twenty-three, fifty-five and change
sidereal day
i have trouble staying on the ground
high enough, but not to go around
every day is one more revolution with you
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2. |
The 99
03:17
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the gravel driveway in front is full
by eleven everybody’s here
there’s never too much in the way of light
a gray blanket of an atmosphere
i like the table in the back that has
the map of california under glass
she lets me hold her fingers
trace the miles
i make it sound like heaven might
meet me where the 99
meets the 5, down by wheeler ridge
rest stop fifteen miles and i
catch my breath
she’s not the first one to point it out
local legend says ‘the earth will move!’
and in the end it’s not what she thought
or what she said or what she did
but why the earth decided to twist and break
you know the feeling, for heaven’s sake
doesn’t everybody?
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3. |
Nom de Plume
03:19
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last name first
say it clear, please, for the reporter
something here is out of order
just a few questions remain
what's in a name?
what's it to you?
your sobriquet, your nom de plume
cognomen nomenclator, he
our fathers give them by decree
i don’t mind
you wanna live your lie
my, how you’ve grown
tell me to mind my own
first name last year was wendy
confusion at the PTA
what happened to mother?
we heard, but what can we say?
back seat, country squire
talking ‘bout the way back
auto bingo was his name-o
buckled in the way back
tears at the truck stop never
gonna find the way back
i’ve kept mine
i never had a reason for another
though i have been called
a few things in my time
time won’t let me choose one over another
how can you draw that line?
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4. |
Edgewise
02:11
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i sat down to take my place at the table
a paper napkin and plastic utensils
everyone else had flatware and pretty cloth
i stood up to raise my voice in objection
a stirring speech, a threatening gesture
all i managed was a nervous cough
is someone trying to tell me something?
you can say it to my face
the subtle art of conversation
has its place
bite my tongue
until you’ve said your piece
the fork in yours
the sharpness of it means
very little chance of seeing eye to eye
someone’s trying to tell me something
deliberately, and to my face
the subtle art of conversation
has been misplaced
i stood up from my place at the table
it’s not my place if i’m not even able
to get a word in edgewise, anyway
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5. |
The Rays
05:12
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tears all falling down
on cheeks eden apple red
she cried until she drowned
lovesick in the head
a body can only take
so much until it’s full
the salt and the water, a grave
from her heart her life did pull
swollen in a spongy kind of way
wrung out, then put away
that was last night
this is today
now she’s only soaking up the rays
tears and the falling down
by the water, made a splash
on the beach the revelation is blue
finding her here at last
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6. |
Never Saying Anything
03:44
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there’s a lot to be said
for not saying anything
i let it go, even though i know
what that will bring
cause every time i lose it
i have found
that getting worked up
only brings you down
when i keep my tongue in check
there’s a backup in my head
my congestion begs the question
is it better off said?
but every time i lose it
i have found
that getting worked up
only brings you down
so i’m never saying anything again
all this talk of keeping quiet
do you hear what i hear?
out of the sound and the fury
one thing is crystal clear
every time i lose it
i have found
that getting worked up
only brings you down
so i’m never saying anything
i’m carrying the weight of the world
one word at a time
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7. |
Tornado Man
02:36
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i’m a mess
and maybe there’s a lesson
in that simple little fact
she’s a cleaner
you’d know it if you’d seen her in the act
so it’s really no surprise
there’s no wool to be pulled
over her eyes
is it my fault?
i’m confused
and maybe that confusion
is a messy thing to see
i’m trying hard
i’m trying to remember
how much worse i used to be
is it my fault?
(i don’t think so)
is it my fault?
(i think so)
is it my fault?
(i don’t think so)
but i don’t know
i go to my room
i make my own mess
i’m all twisted up
i’m spun out
i’m a tornado man
coming clean and staying clean
is really just a matter of degree
i’m picking up, i’m rearranging
if it matters you can stop me
i’m trying to lay low
i need a halo
i go to my room
and make my own mess
i’m all twisted up
i’m spun out
i’m a tornado man
tornado man (etc.)
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8. |
Hiss
06:58
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once an architect of peace
he moved in circles high and wide
when the war was cold
the scare was redder than the changing tide
the charter ink still wet
the right whitewashes left
and chambers leveled one
that left a man as good as dead
what does that say about the soul
of a nation as a whole?
quick to be the hanging judge
quick to find a head to roll
rolling down the slope
(as if he didn't have enough rope)
<ping!> goes the sound
a country submarining down
under water under bridges
on the floor, the pressure's greatest
escape
44 months in the pen
in a pumpkin in a field
letters caught on celluloid
their tiny secrets soon revealed
did the woodstock numbers match?
who can tell who was right
unless you’ve been inside of every head
in the middle of the night?
quick to be the hanging judge
quick to find a head to roll
rolling down the slope
a trick of hope is just enough rope
ping! etc.
even when he was stationary
he was moving all the time
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9. |
High Horse
04:12
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when i was young
(not like real young
but old enough to know better)
i would speak right out
of what i sat upon
did not take much
to get me going
when i was gone
stepping squarely in it
as i tried to climb up on
my gifted high horse
this precious soapbox
saddle up or settle down
ramshackle back porch
my bully pulpit
liquor-soaked cap and gown
i mellowed like kentucky bourbon
bottled all the rage
and threw it out
and over all the years
i spent trying to throw it up
i've learned the derby runs
with or without me
i've been shown my place
the space between the shoe and mouth
is just about a foot
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10. |
Bus You Ride
04:10
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free magazines
and bottles green and empty
clean up this mess
mess up my mind
with free advice
she gives it over ice
like love on the rocks
rocks in my head
late night satellite
i could ride all night
so i gather
and i spill outside
and i wait for the bus you ride
it's three AM
she let me stay till then
i'm down on my luck
luck of the draw i guess
she gives now she takes
puts me outside in the rain
time to go home
home is where her heart is
like a late night satellite...
ride, ride, ride
ride, ride, ride
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Evergreen
04:31
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picture this, if you can
and i’m sure you can
a family sitting ‘round
a fresh cut evergreen
exchanging pleasantries and smiles
and gifts they can’t afford
now you’ve got the picture
would you care to hear the soundtrack?
can you stand it loud?
distorted four-part harmony
a disenchanted chord
a sump pump in the basement
saves a lifetime’s clutch of ornaments
that used to hang and shine
abandoned like the pretense all is fine
gather when they must
you can trust the talk revolves around
the memory of a time
when children didn’t speak their piece of mind
picture this, if you can
and i know you can
a family sitting round
a family sitting down
a family spinning down
and yes, they all seem so very happy
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12. |
On A Saturday
03:05
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it’s been a little weird, so please
forgive me if i talk about it so obliquely
so to speak
she was hit
18 wheels and fate and god knows what
would have happened if?
(what would have happened if?)
but there she is on a saturday
there she is on a saturday
there she is on a saturday,
finally walking back around town
it’s the town that she loves
and i know exactly why
cause she and i have a thing or two
(or maybe three)
in common with each other
and i know exactly how she feels
when she tells me that it hurts
(it hurts)
and there she is on a saturday
there she is on a saturday
there she is on a saturday,
finally walking back around
she’s finally walking
around the town
and she knows exactly what i mean
when i say it’s such a shame
and although things are getting better now
they’ll never be the same
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13. |
A List
03:13
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he got dropped from the A-list
just before the christmas party
was it some habit of which he was unaware?
or something that he said?
there’s a secret they keep to themselves
how does it feel to be alone?
(wonderful timing)
how does it feel to be alone?
(such wonderful timing)
how does it feel to be alone?
the most wonderful time of the year
what a fine and lovely evening
last year, nearly made the column
no reports of heavy weather
it’s as if he never…
to forgive is to forget
is it colder than you thought?
maybe yes, then again, maybe not
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14. |
Watershed
04:14
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one jack over
keep the change the channel
got a dollar here that says the end is near
black out slowly, fade to velvet
under you, the rolling ground of lost and found
my church rages on and on about it
feet of crows and clay
i can’t pray without it
not one moment to spare for an epiphany
i still rush to wait
the rain out in the dark
but i grow old
waiting for the watershed
but she don’t mind
she runs my hand underneath the water
says “give it just a little bit of time”
belly back down
reaching for another
one of these days, true nirvana’s gonna knock me up
step outside
decision made to smoke away
a banner year, but i’m still here
and now out standing
an open field of memory
a safety net of true regret
duck back in
order up and over out
i steal home to wait
the rain out in the dark
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15. |
Goodbye Blue Monday
07:04
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a hand up, a three-letter question
a cursory search for the piece
a wake, then a wave to the passing
then release
a sister’s eyes telling the story
and a sad one, a bad one it was
a head full of lopsided pity
just because
reading everything
i gotta figure this out
the nurse in admissions was only
trying to lighten the load for the kid
there’s no way of her ever knowing
what she did
reading everything
i gotta figure this out
bleeding everywhere
on everything
i said that i gotta figure this out
on the slow tower park fade
(and so on and so it goes
and so on and so it goes
and so it goes on)
why he must always so muddily must he make
every mistake that he’s ever made once again?
what makes me think that i’ve got it all figured out?
how can subtraction make positive the account?
the twist of the offer, a pound of flesh now
but then tempered by the toll that ten thousand disappears takes
(on and on
and so it goes on)
it takes over
i am over it
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Rule of Thumb San Francisco, California
A now-defunct San Francisco quartet that bridged the alt-roots and indie-rock worlds through memorable melodies, literate
lyrics, and non-traditional song structures.
Over the course of four albums, Rule of Thumb created what listen.com called "Multi-faceted, near-flawless gems of catchy, yet uncompromising pop. Rule of Thumb's music is smart, beautifully produced, and scintillates with wit."
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