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Red Dirt

by Pinebocks

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1.
Dear Abby, 03:47
Dear abby I'm miserable is there anything you can say or do to help me I'm controlled by a digital world but I'm tangibly irresponsible The falling of my tears has caused the ink to smear and now I can't read your response Dear abby I'm still miserable and I inadvertantly ignored your last advice I don't trust anyone I'm afraid their intentions I'm worried they're colluding some plot against me The falling of my tears has caused the ink to smear and now I can't read your response Dear abby I'm miserable how would it make you feel that I think you're full of shit I'm in my living room looking at connected pillar that hang across I hang across The falling of my tears has caused the ink to smear and now I can't read your response
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Sherman, TX 02:11
Young man driving down the 121 he's thinking About his Shotgun Marriage, oh they're too young For their honeymoon they went to New Orleans for gifts they got new Knives and things that mean nothing, to their unborn child except the knives, he admires their sharpness All this thinking, keeps this Young Man up at night Young man working to alleviate his forlorn hope he's thinking about tying the old rope for money, he so desperately needs For dinner he fetches sonic drive thru In the rearview mirror he sees the windows to his soul, and they have cracks in em' so he stops to the side of the road, and cracks one in him
3.
Collapse 03:07
Under new managers under new management managing this city's major increments the streets are on fire from poured out gasoline come up from the sewers salivating so dastardly dead men are rising from the Uptown cemetery walking among us shocked by technology don't shake their hands people will scoff if you shake too hard both arms'll come off The armed forces of aristotle think we should bottle ourselves then take a drink The kids are excited the kids are alive they worship new updates on internet jive the workers are angry the workers collide so they write corinthians for a free ride a free ride to heaven or a momentary lapse i'm running like hell then my legs collapse oh they do oh they do oh they do la la la they say a drinking man can't have no wife for they love and then heal then they start a new life they leave their kids and their spouse behind "it's for their own good" they embellish their blind now the youngest usually takes it the worst they're psychosomatically morbidly cursed up to no good at too young of an age hiding consoling elements in a Bible page when they grow up they become like me a young starved creton who thinks he's free free to earn money by taking your cash by holding you knifepoint by making a gash I hear those sirens I'm blinded by blue light but I'm a real runnin' racer I can put up the fight as I'm running I think of my many mishaps I'm running like hell then my legs collapse Oh they do oh they do oh they do la la la
4.
The streets shine like diamonds from the broken glass my ears ring like hell as motorcycles pass the lamplight is buzzin' then it fades to black the blue in this fog makes me turn my back well I guess the bus ain't comin' so I get up and I start to walk I've had too much again so I venture through the night while home's about 15 more blocks there's trees on the ground from the storm that blew through caused by argumentation between me & you what I said earlier was a lie it's my stubbornness that caused the tears in your eye well I guess the bus ain't comin' so I get up and I start to walk I've had too much again so I venture through the night while home's about 7 more blocks Now I pick up the pace and I clear my head I'm gonna get to you and fix our broken bed there's pain in my side I shout a nervous complaint the bloodtrails from my gut cause me to faint
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Bluestocking 05:29
So what they say is true There's an oil refinery in you Your heart's crumbled into dust We've been tricked by the upper crust The things every human hates to do Oh boy, these things really haunt you You push with your ivory tusks But fall forward at a rose's musk You can always call me yours you can always call me yours Even, at your last leg You can always call me yours So what they say is true Your stockings sure are blue My darling, what's the fuss? I didn't know your beauty wasn't allowed to be discussed You can always call me yours you can always call me yours Even, at your last leg You can always call me yours

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Dedicated to everyone in Chicago & Rockford. I love you guys!

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released November 24, 2011

Music by Cory Clifford
Album Artwork by Anna Mielniczuk

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