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Please Be Still
03:48
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Sister listen, why don’t you throw me a bone?
I’m tired of you bitchin and then comin back home
It was 1981, your acid washed jeans my eyes they stung
And I’m tired of you comin home drunk on a Tuesday
You say you wanna move to New York City
But compared to you their ugly girls are pretty
You say you wanna go it alone
But then you always come right back home
It was 1984, you’re passed out naked on my bathroom floor
And you didn’t wake up til that sunny afternoon
You remember graduation?
Your skinny short skirt caused such a big sensation
Our auntie she called you a whore
You said “listen here I ain’t drinkin anymore”
Hop the 7 train in search of a roof
Gonna check out a neighborhood that is new
Its been here a hundred years, it’s only new to you
Be careful now, and please be still.
45 sweet goodbyes, all you told is lies
And where do you come from?
I don’t have a hometown but, I could make one up
It had shattered glass and a little cigarette bluff
So be careful now, and please be still.
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2. |
Black Out The Lights
03:42
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3. |
Used to Wake Up Early
04:38
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Sister don’t you get up and move,
Cuz without you I’ve got nothing to lose,
Hold tight like an Alabama noose,
Too many questions, nothing left to choose.
Oak trees blossom like the skinny child,
Looking all pretty, but you’re nails ain’t been filed,
Old habits always die young,
If you’re lucky I’ll take you in my son.
Come on in.
Cuz I used to wake up early in the morning,
But now I’m sleeping in.
On those porch steps watching you go,
Watch out for those money-men and their distracting shows,
Praying to god for some Alabama snow,
Anything to keep you here for a just a minute before you go.
Come on in.
Cuz I used to wake up early in the morning,
But now I’m sleeping in.
And he couldn’t stand cutting flowers,
That’s why he let the yard go.
Hold me to the machinery and watch it overflow.
And he couldn’t stand those piercing headaches,
That’s why he quit drinking gin.
Cuz he used to wake up early in the morning,
But now he’s sleeping in.
All the other seasons force a smile,
All the other reasons to let your hair grow for a while.
You can see from Cleveland that what that river needs is an arson trial.
Cuz he used to smell the pines from the windows,
But now they’re coming down.
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4. |
Soul Rocker
03:31
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5. |
The Old Man From Saginaw
04:29
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Holistic centipedes graze,
Your hoarding corded phones,
like you got none.
The old man in the travelogue van says,
"Excuse me, do you have a map son?"
Farmland, turning to sand,
He says my neighbor's coming down with a shotgun.
When here was this map written?
Michigan it looks like a left-handed mitten.
All the lakes gone wrong in the elegant fog,
And the jobs, son, like fire wood, their splitting.
The gas can ran, and the snow began,
And my Quaker gun, it's still not shootin'.
And all his thoughts come down,
Like a rainy cloud, like a foreign sound.
And all my neighbors call early in the morning.
And all his blood streams, cocaine party scenes,
And elements of foreign dreams,
Call you when you’re sleeping.
45 minutes go by,
Not a sound from the cops, everybody’s faking.
The old man from Saginaw says, "What do you do?"
Up here we’re still making.
Cause that river’s all brown,
And isotope sounds,
And this whiskey tastes mighty watered down.
And all these lumber towns,
Like rain clouds dispensin’ foreign sounds,
And all my neighbors call so early in the morning.
And all his weak knees, like beauty queens,
Growing old like earth’s trees,
And he’ll shoot you when you’re sleeping.
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Everson Pines Seattle, Washington
Everson Pines is a rock band from Seattle, WA. Rock & Roll.
Drums: Luca Cartner
Keys and Vocals: Karl Benitez
Guitar: Nick Nordus
Guitar and Vocals: Trevor Lyon
Bass: Eric Weisenstein
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