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Yesterday I sold my soul to the devil’s son
Showed him my sincerity- baked him a black crow pie
I met him in the dankest place that I could find
And he wanted his money back. He wanted his money back
‘Cause my soul is too twisty for him
My soul is a funhouse gone wild
You’re allowed to drive evil spirits crazy
You’re allowed to drive evil spirits crazy
I met him at a fleabag motel. Said that I could put things right
A special one time offer- half price for my heart
Don’t need it anyway so you go right ahead
And he wanted his money back. He wanted his money back
‘Cause my heart is a bottomless pit
Of unconditional love
You’re allowed to drive evil spirits crazy
You’re allowed to drive evil spirits crazy
With a mischievous soul and a hateless heart
You’re allowed to drive evil spirits crazy
You’re allowed to drive evil spirits crazy
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That Sinking Feeling
02:54
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What makes my heartbeat sing?
It could be most anything
But I’m here alone afraid of losing touch
I try to hold on to a glimmer
I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you
Here comes that sinking feeling
I’ve gotta keep my head on straight
The deepest breath pumps the brakes,
Here comes that sinking feeling
I’ve gotta keep my head on straight
Resuscitate a winsome place
Before events unfold
Behind a brave facade
Fierce clouds of dread accumulate and amplify
The galloping hooves of my heart
I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you
Here comes that sinking feeling
I’ve gotta keep my head on straight
Remember that defiant smile
Here comes that sinking feeling
I’ve gotta keep my head on straight
Light a torch to steer my fate
These bonds we forged are real
I can hear your voice in mine
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Rise Above
03:21
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One lone song to say that we care
Why even dare to rise before the sun?
Morning is the bleakest poem
Nothing punctures more
Is it wise to seek favor from fractured souls turned cold?
There’s a path beside my home- you’re welcome to stroll down
So be true, be true, be true to your childhood compass
Listen, would you listen, listen through your heart
One lone song to say that we care
Why not dare to rise above the sun?
To see what shapes appear
And catch the colors unfold
Scatter into the unknown- be a seedling poised for growth
The Universe sees through your eyes and listens through your ears
So be true, be true, be true to your childhood compass
Listen, would you listen, our hopes and dreams are with you
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Sweet Dreams
03:46
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It’s better to be oblivious than to be suckered into your swirling vortex
The pestering, the festering- where can I go to get a drink? My spirit’s sinking
I’d rather not get into it. If I’m throwing mud back at you, I’m losing ground
I don’t have to react to everything I hear
It’s none of my business what you think of me
I’d get mad but it’s so sad- the pleasure you suck out of these rumors and insults
Seems the ones with the most faults get the biggest rise from finding them in others
I don’t have to react to everything I hear
It’s none of my business what you think of me
Sweet dreams marinate in kindness
Sweet dreams marinate in kindness
Sleep without the tossing and the turning
Too busy picking scabs I see to notice all the good and the beauty that surround you
Let’em howl out in my silence. I won’t go down that contorted drain of resentment
I don’t have to react to everything I hear
It’s none of my business what you think of me
Sweet dreams marinate in kindness
Sweet dreams marinate in kindness
Sleep without the tossing and the turning
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When reindeer bells go jing-a-ling
Santa Claus is on the way
Bringing toys to all the good girls and boys
Door to door ring ’n run
Ol’ St Nick is on my mind
He’s got a list. I fear he’s checking it twice
Santa, Santa, Santa Claus
Why must you pick winners and losers?
Seems I’m always on the losing end
The elves are finished making toys
Santa’s loading up his sleigh.
Gotta cut the gum out of my sister’s hair
Trees are dressed in twinkling lights
The cookies are warm and getting iced
Was my year of naughty worth the joy?
Santa, Santa, Santa Claus
Why must you pick winners and losers?
Seems I’m always on the losing end
I promise to be good. I’ll ditch the slingshot, hug a squirrel.
I’ll take a bath, lick my plate clean
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To see a present under the tree
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There's a devil on every corner
In a machine that's filled with carbonated soda
The Devil's on your lips, and he's in your mouth
He'll make you say some really stupid stuff
Didn't your mother tell you never to play with matches?
Do you want to go through life with singed eyebrows?
Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew!
Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew!
Don't go drinkin' with the Devil
He'll take your quarters, and he'll steal your sleep
Didn't your mother tell you to stay away from that evil green juice?
Those beastly little bubbles will make you do some really strange stuff
Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew!
Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew!
Daniel Johnston says that it's the Devil's brew
But it's too late, I'm so infected!
I'm talking in burps and no one thinks it's funny any more
But I'm still giggling 'cause that demon juice tickles my innards
Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew!
Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew!
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Kevin
04:27
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Kevin, can you hear me? Kevin, can you hear me?
recalibrating a heart several beats shy of emotion
When my faith is all shrieking doubt, your voice is the calmest of all
The tears go streaming but the damage has been done
Out here I’m dying to be heard- it’s too late I fear
There’s nothing left to cling to- wash away
Kevin, can you hear me? Kevin, can you hear me?
Lazy days, playful sunlight. Beer tethered to inner tubes
Thoughtfulness preached from a pulpit. Bitter rains erode the devotion
The tears go streaming but the damage has been done
Out here I’m dying to be heard- it’s too late I fear
There’s nothing left to cling to- wash away
River meandering, river meandering- lost at sea, lost at sea
River meandering, river meandering- all I want to do is to run next to you
Kevin, can you hear me?. Kevin, can you hear me?
We flung ourselves into the air on a rope tied to a black willow.
Summer yelps of joy have past, and these memories are floating downriver
The tears go streaming but the damage has been done
Out here I’m dying to be heard- it’s too late I fear
There’s nothing left to cling to- wash away
River meandering, river meandering- lost at sea, lost at sea
River meandering, river meandering- all I want to do is to run close to you
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The Grain Hoppers Richmond, Virginia
A mishmash of Neil Young, REM, & The Replacements in their folk-rock moments with a splash of Daniel Johnston and a dash of alt-country.
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