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Lucklessness
04:52
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A friend washed up on the shoreline
Half-covered in sand and wood
He thought if drink didn't save him
Maybe Lake Michigan could
I drove out to the service
The scene came to mourn and attack
For fame, we're leaving our friendships
Fresh material keeps bringing us back
What makes other people happy
We find absolutely ghastly
Don't we love our lucklessness
Don't we love our lucklessness
We don't slide towards desperation
We never really let on
That we hate our generation
And we're afraid of the next one
You can't buy liquor with your Link card
Can't tell DePaul girls that you're twenty
And it's hard to seek wider attention
When the clubs you play are empty
What makes others happy
It's all absolutely ghastly
Don't we love our lucklessness
Don't we love our lucklessness
Some will sleep with half the North Side
Some prefer a quieter communion
Yet all will pause and reflect now
As long as our hand keeps moving
Don't we love our lucklessness
Don't we love our lucklessness
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2. |
Muttering Continues
03:40
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I've seen a hard, well-thumbed life, babe
Watching the sunlight on the wall
Waiting for symptoms to arrive, babe
Waiting for benzo withdrawal
And weather permitting
I'm almost forgiving
But really what's forgiveness anyway?
It's just muttering continues all day
Muttering continues all day
Muttering continues all day
I'm a neutral being between the sexes
My job is not judge or exploit
What excites me is human connection
To mostly miss the point
If I don't slow the taper
I'll rest with the creator
And I can see my headstone say
Muttering continues all day
Muttering continues all day
Muttering continues all day
From my treatment private-pay
Muttering continues all day
And dosed down I mutter
"I know I won't recover
What the benzos rubbed away"
Muttering continues all day
Muttering continues all day
Muttering continues all day
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3. |
Regional Hit
03:14
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Again I flee my parents and keep going home
To measure out meds, I can't be alone
I need a town of "Hot Romance," a house around a pit
A father always saying he's a regional hit
I'm a regional hit
I'm a regional hit
We bike a long rail-trail where mammoths once ran
Shrieking and hunted by hungrier men
Pop hogs the path, proud his shorts don't fit
I think about the tracks and a regional hit
Here's your regional hit
Here's your regional hit
There are signs across the city saying "character counts"
And sounds of "Hot Romance" and screaming in our house
"I'll put this through your throat," I said, "if you don't quit"
But Papa kept playing his regional hit
We are regional hits
We are regional hits
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No more no more no more wine
No more no more no more wine
No more no more no more wine
And now far more confined
By no more wine
No waking in urine
No more wine
At least no more of mine
No more no more no more beer
No more no more no more beer
For all my faults, the worst I fear
Is no more beer
No more beer
No wretched hangover
No more beer
Unseen but always near
No more no more no kvass
No gin to hide in toilet tanks
No hooch brewed in an underpass
And no kvass
No kvass
Comrades don't fill my glass
No kvass
Well, maybe just a splash
No more no more no cognac
No meds to mix with Uncle Jack
No off a cliff and out to black
And no cognac
No cognac
Nothing to knock back
No cognac
No more no more no more wine
Give this man a chair he'll climb
Upon the table every time
So no more wine
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David Safran Chicago, Illinois
David Safran is a writer, musician, and producer.. A noted figure in Chicago's music scene, Safran has attracted acclaim for his "boundary-breaking tunes" (WNUR) and dark, provocative lyrics "spike[d]...with humor" (The Chicago Reader).
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