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Route 666
03:55
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i’ve been running on rowboat fuel
motel joe, pinholes in my eyelids punched
so
i went a-looking for lucille (white pill, blank thrill)
sunbeam, just a little something to get me into abilene
rust drunk
again, another dog day’s
dead-end
666 sunsets
couldn’t stand in
for a girl and a garden
(a girl and a vegetable garden)
i tracked down an old coke cowpoke
wigged out, he offered me his leftover take out thai
well
i said no, where did lucille go (wide eyes, god thighs)
head shake, he couldn’t say, “all i have ’s a half moon waxing”
rust drunk
again, another dog day’s
dead-end
666 sunsets
couldn’t stand in
for a girl and a garden
(a girl and a vegetable garden)
sleep drips off
drooping in parabolas of terry cloth
cocksure that i’m not coming back up
without god in pocket
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2. |
Peyote Turnpike
01:00
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3. |
Harlequin Side Hustle
03:21
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my truck leads a double life
writes harlequin paperbacks on the side
keeps it clean through chapter thirteen
let me see some skin
in the half light go hog wild
doing double nickels on the i-43
it’s all oversexed depictions of
underpaid poolboys on summer leave
but god i’ve got to admit
you write a pretty good moonlit tryst
misty blue is a gal i knew
we got hitched
then she ditched me and took my name
soon enough blue and i ended up
between the pages of a paperback
names are changed, events are fact
doing double nickels on the i-43
it’s all oversexed depictions of
a love that could’ve been, a love that never was
but god i’ve got to admit
you write a pretty good moonlit tryst
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4. |
Taxidermic Love Song
03:05
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god’s got a headlight out
and a lead foot proclivity
hell bent on cutting loose and losing me
hope can’t hold its booze like it used to
love me like you used to
i’m still drunk on you
less than half of my life gone
i'm already running on empty
meet me where the rubber meets the road
god knows
your love for me turned taxidermic
didn’t it, babe?
it's getting awful cold out here
at the butt-end of the horse's year
and if the bad blood didn't bleed out
it'll bleed out eventually
the things i tell myself to keep from
washing belly up on the devil’s floor
was it you and god cutting west,
me half dead in the rearview?
lord lord lord
meet me where the rubber meets the road
god knows
your love for me turned taxidermic
didn’t it, babe?
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5. |
Partial Apostle
03:20
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three fourths apostle
one quarter lazy asshole
a slice or two of half moon
and i’m convincing you that a chair leg is saint michael
this is how one ought to see
this is how i came to be
at a truck stop
squeezed through
the brush of
juan gris
please believe me
in the land of shit and sugar
there’s a holy man behind the counter
a pack or two of old blues
and i’m converting you to the church of john cougar
this is how one ought to see
this is how i came to be
at a truck stop
squeezed through
the brush of
juan gris
please forgive me
baptize me in the south fork reservoir
kaleidoscope apology
i can’t seem to find space enough
to change your mind about me
so put me six feet down
down
down
down
i can’t seem to find time
enough to turn back time
enough to turn back time
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