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I'm Dying First
03:24
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I’m a broken sort of thing
Made of vacant hobbies and frayed string
But I’ve realized that love’s the easy thing to come by
Truth and motivation and knowing how to fight
Might just be the things that make it fit right
So I think we’ll be alright
Yes I think we’ll be alright
I hope we’ll be alright…
But I’m dying first
You can’t make me stay
There’d be no point anyway
Cause this planet’s such a drag
I’m dying first
(Whoa-whoa!)
I couldn’t take it
Without you anyway
So I’m dying first
I’m a lonely sort-of-boy
Covered in chipped paint like a lackluster toy
I still haven’t saved enough
To pay for my bad teeth
To get my head checked
Like I know that I should
Maybe one day
I won’t be uninsured
But I think we’ll be alright
Yes I think we’ll be alright
I hope we’ll be alright…
But I’m dying first
You can’t make me stay
There’d be no point anyway
Cause this planet’s such a drag
I’m dying first
I couldn’t take it
Without you anyway
So I’m dying first
So when I’m gone
Take pliers to my teeth
Harvest my organs
And then send me out to sea
Make a necklace
To wear around your neck
Cause I died first
So you lost that fuckin’ bet
I’m dying first
You can’t make me stay
There’d be no point anyway
Cause this planet’s such a drag
I’m dying first
I couldn’t take it
Without you anyway
So I’m dying first
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2. |
Breakbone Fever
03:51
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This breakbone fever’s got me down
Staring at this bucket on the ground
Laying in my bed
In a puddle of my sweat
Yes this breakbone fever’s got me down
This breakbone fever’s got me down
Nothing I can do but sit around
Starting at the walls
As my skin begins to crawl
Yes this breakbone fever’s got me down
I know you won’t
Let me go back
To sweat and scream
At that night…
Holding back this fever dream of mine
This breakbone fever’s got me down
Stuck in this nowhere beachside town
Everything here sucks
Still, it’s where I fell in love
But this breakbone fever’s got me down
This breakbone fever turned me off
It turned me into something that I’m not
Dead-eyed stares and pain
Still I’d do it all again
If this breakbone fever brought me you
I know you won’t
Let me go back
To sweat and scream
At that night…
Holding back this fever dream of mine
Tell me what you’ve got for sale
I’ll tell you what I need
Like a broken-headed Gardner
Sifting through the weeds
Scraping at the sweat as it beads hard on my face
Ringing out the rags I’ve wrapped around me in embrace
Against the cold
Against the heat
Against the dreams
Against the night
Shaking, sweating, screaming
Like a fiend lost to the bite
Of a fever-filled mosquito who got me without a sound
So I’ll buy what you’re selling
Cause this breakbone fever’s got me down
This breakbone fever’s got me down
Laid up, beat down, and tossed around
But I’m staring after her
Grateful for the touch
The bedside manner
And all the love
Cause this breakbone fever
Can’t
Keep me down
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3. |
The Car Song
03:10
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This car aint broken, man
It’s just broken down
Give me five damn minutes
I’ll get us out of this damn town
Oh it seems
We’ve run out of gasoline
The tank’s been filled
With broken promises and dreams
Tell me where you want to go
And I’ll tell you how we get there
Oh, I just wished that you cared…
I just wish that you cared
The road we took, man
It never bends back home
Now we’re stuck out here
With broken telephones
Just trying to find a landline
In this modern day damn world
Won’t someone come and pick me up
‘Fore I become unfurled
Tell me where you want to go
And I’ll tell you how we get there
Oh, I just wished that you cared…
I just wish that you cared
I guess I don’t have enough money to get me there
I guess I don’t drive a nice enough ride
But y’know
I may spend the rest of my life
Broken down on the side of the road
But at least I was kind
At least I’d have been kind
This car aint broken, man
But let’s just leave it here
The breeze is nice
Seems a good place to disappear
Leave it here
On the side of this damn road
Free to become rusted,
Old, and overgrown
Tell me where you want to go
And I’ll tell you how we get there
Oh, I just wished that you cared…
I just wish that you cared
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4. |
The Wolves Have Won
04:08
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Oh I am a ball
Of hot wax and short wires
And I am a man
Who is unsure how to breathe
And I know the wolves have won
And the walls have been put up
But I will find my way home
And my dog
He is a dick
But I’m so glad he came to me
‘Cause when he finds
Some fucking stick
He resolves to show me how to be happy
And I know the wolves have won
And the walls have been put up
But I will find my way home
So let the houses that we moved out of
Forget that we were there
The promises we made
Leave to wear
The plans we drew and hung up too
Can all go rot today
Cause these wolves
They didn’t come to play
And I know the wolves have won
And the walls have been put up
And the funeral’s been called off
‘Cause no one else showed up
But I will find my way home
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5. |
Northtowns
03:53
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She came from a Northtown
Into the city
Wondered how she’d end up
Ended up with a headset
Hocking credit to strangers
And walked home alone in the night
Ate dinner by the TV light
All her life she tried to go it alone
Needed no one to tell her
What she should know
Cause show knows
What she knows
She came from a hard life
And hated the hippies
Wondered where they got off
News from the TV
And nights with a good book
She believed in family and home
But spent most of her nights alone
All her life she tried to go it alone
Needed no one to tell her
What she should know
Cause show knows
What she knows
She just wanted more
Than what her own mother found
So she left her heart back there
In that Northern town
And all her life she thought
She should have gone back there
And lived out her days
Breathing that Northern air
Cause these concrete fields
They can deceive
Cause Northern towns
Aren’t the places we leave
Northtowns
Are the things we keep
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Ty Trumbull Mexico City, Mexico
Ty Trumbull is a Canadian living in Mexico. He plays banjo and has a Husker Du tattoo.
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