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Waiting
04:14
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Waiting
I'm just sittin here waiting on the next thing
The next thing to come along
Might be something, could be anything
Won’t really know till it comes
As time rolls by, honey know that I’ll
Be picking and a singing a song
‘Cuz I'll be sittin here waiting on the next thing
The next thing to come along.
I was sittin here yesterday waiting
Waiting like the day before
I waited for an hour, then I waited for another
Then I waited bout fourteen more
If ain't waiting then I’m misbehaving
It’s my one and only chore
So I'll keep sitting here waiting until
There’s nothing left to wait for
East to the west as far as the crow flies
Sunset's coming and then the sunrise
Summer ain't over till the first flake a snow flies
We all got time enough to wait
I ain't worried and I ain't excited
just waiting for what comes next
I'm pretty good at staying silent
‘til it's time to take a step
Might be a fresh hell might be a miracle
doesn't really matter to me
Cuz I'll be waiting for the next thing coming
at the first opportunity
Wu wei
Waiting while I'm eating, waiting while I'm drinking
I'm waiting just to keep myself from thinking
The moment is permanently shrinking
Got all the time to wait
I’m just sitting here, sitting and waiting
But I aint ever bored
Even when I’m sleeping, I’m still keeping
An eye out for the morn
When it comes, honey I’ll get up
It must be underscored
That I’ll be sitting here, waiting until
I forget what I’m waiting for
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2. |
Good Gravy
03:04
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3. |
Factory Tan
03:06
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Harlen hangs his hat on a nail by the break room
Wipes a gray rag across the back of his neck
Windows fogged by the split pea steaming
Foreman and his boys staring up from the bench
A soot dark mask can’t hide his intention
The morning’s been as hard as it’s short on pay
A gentleman has his family to think of
But Harlen he aint feeling very gentle today
Well, he’ll leave behind his coat and those old black boots
And a few patches of factory tan
Cuz it won’t wash off without a bit of a scuff
He’s gonna help them understand
He never was a company man
Kay takes her hands from the Underwood keys
Paints Cutex Rose over the damage done
It pays to look good on an ordinary weekday
No one’s gonna want you but the warehouse bums
She lunches at her desk, in her pale pink dress
That saw the sun countless summers past
She waves her fingers dry in a fluorescent sky
Powders her cheeks when she gets the chance
Working on her factory tan
The Cubicle Kids and their liquid crystals
Lit up the night never to sleep again
Fried by the screens and the nuclear pixels
Wasting away in their fattening pens
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4. |
Filter Kings
02:46
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Tumult & tragedy strike obscene
Nary a scratch or a bruise
Wholly untouched by the fight on screen
Images chosen for you.
The Purveyor
Make your selection quietly
Our mediated feelings are few
Frostbitten fingertips press to your lips
The menu is not the food.
Navigator
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5. |
Glad To See You Go
03:23
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6. |
LOW pH
03:38
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I’ve seen the worst minds of my generation and the one thereafter
Grow louder and louder in their victory parade
Indignation is the tune and the knees jerk faster
A drugged-out dance of manufactured rage
Content is our king
Let’s keep it simple
The whole world is watching
We’ve got to heed the fitful
Scrolling through the holy book of faces
Dogmatic with all those makeup tips
An endless ego echo chamber freak out
Some odd thing inside of me just clicks
The nitwits chirp was once a harmless jingle
A distraction from the contemplative word
Now the Illiterati are gunning for your children
Speech is free, is that all that it’s worth?
Context is lacking
Let’s all be grateful
The whole world is tripping
We’ve got to feed the hateful
That’s righteous, man, the only action is reaction
Don’t think twice, just retaliate
Take a stand, they’ve narrowed the selection
Your acid tongue has lost all sense of taste
It’s not so biting
Not eloquent
Might as well be miming
All your words misspent
The din’s ear-popping
But you can add your cries
The whole world is dropping
Choke on your pride
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7. |
Sinner's Luck '15
05:17
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There I was, bound in the trunk of a 69 Galaxy Ford
Quibbling the terms of another bail-out deal with the lord
When a sharp right turn slammed a toolbox into my cheek
I opened one bloody eye and saw those jumper cables smiling at me
Into those copper crocodile teeth I fed the twine round my wrists
And as I wormed my way loose, I thought of how I'd look back on this
Would I reneg, would I beg to be the only me I’ve ever known
Or would I change my ways and start paying back on that loan
This charmed life of mine
Dumb luck, or divine?
Never gonna mess up again
I was a back door sprinter when those daddies got home early from work
Innocent enough, I never meant for anyone to get hurt - especially me
Sometimes desires catch fire and burn hotter than they ever should
A rat can get caught straying too long in the wrong neighborhood.
I never stole nobody's woman, just borrowed some for too long
Found myself crouched in a closet as her lies came out all wrong
Then I heard the lord say son, do you have no shame?
I had to say no, but you know, I'd like out of here just the same.
This charmed life of mine
Dumb luck, or divine?
Hope I never mess up again
Papa taught ask for what you want, but you gotta take what's offered to you
And don`t get caught doing nothing that you wouldn`t want your sister to do
But I aint seen her since she rode off on the back of that bike
The smile on her face told me, run away boy and do what you like.
It aint how often you score, it`s how many losing shots you take
That I'm still alive is like some heavenly accounting mistake
The edge is a fine place to live but it sure aint a home
When I leave a town there aint no time for me to pack up and go
Always on the run
Hiding from someone
Swear this time I’m done
And I'm probably gonna do it again
Yah, I’m probably gonna mess up again
Maybe someday I will make amends
But I’m probably gonna mess up again
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watch me as i aim
for this foot of mine
one, two, three
more times
watch me as i try
to dodge another bullet
while i stand
in your line of fire.
watch me as i let
your spit-in-my-face
friendship
keep me wasted.
watch me as i crave
your kick-me-in-the-teeth
efforts.
hit me again.
i can't
shake you
break you
take you
make you
understand
(how could you, anyway?)
watch me
and do nothing
and we'll be friends
to the very
bitter end
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Slingshot Miracle Calgary, Alberta
Stunt Rock for obsessives.
Influenced by punk, classic rock, pop, and funk, Slingshot Miracle has released 9 albums since 2012.
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