Red Dirt

by Pinebocks

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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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Track Name: Dear Abby,
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
Track Name: Sherman, TX
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
Track Name: Collapse
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
Track Name: The Last Night
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
Track Name: Bluestocking
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