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Human Style

by OJR

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1.
Cotton-Candy Sky, Teapot Whistlin' 03:20
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Cotton-candy sky Sticky sugar high Sober breeze buzzin' bees loud around Rattle now, pound the sound drums Pound the sound drums Pound the sound drums with our powder-blue bones The paint glows and flows Goes from one page to another Then they meet sweet at the middle Little sister and her brother In the soft bright night it spins The red lightbulb warms the den She sloshes in heavy skin Says oh god I bet I'd feel the wind Better were my arms inside out Like menthol all around Hey, I really feel it now In my big belly balloon We paddle till noon In this dubstep canoe Row row, womp womp boom boom Chew the yellow rubber glue Tune the whitewashed moon Just it, us, and you And the teapot whistlin' Ginger twist ready Ain't no fields in this city Just lawns of gray hot dog shit I think of that, I think of this The bag bleeds and sits Then it bleeds green again Sir Paul sings the hits 'Fore the sun comes round six and blooms For eight downtown kids Wild weekend, wicked Stretch the weird veins within Shape the chalkboard all bent With your brown bear-paw hands While the pterodactyls dance In the cotton-candy sky In those wide jaundiced eyes Oh me, oh man, oh my Don't cry, we're alive Just it, us, and I And the teapot whistlin'
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My Baby (Is So Rock 'n' Roll) 03:17
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My baby is a faux fur coat My baby is winter without snow My baby is a front-row show My baby is rolling stoned My baby is so rock 'n' roll My baby is a crowded L train My baby is bad-trip insane My baby is a waiting game My baby is a wrought-iron frame My baby is windowpane rain A black-lip dame Hot with Williamsburg fame My baby is so rock 'n' roll My baby is Manhattan heat My baby is soft feet on concrete My baby is the dead-end street My baby is so nice and sweet So mean to me And so rock 'n' roll
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Had Me a Girl 02:52
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I had me a girl from middle Tennessee I tasted her fruit Then I ate the whole tree O I miss her My girl from Tennessee I had me a girl from old New Orleans Got drunk off her kiss Her pretty eyes like shiny beads O I miss her My girl from New Orleans I had me a girl from the leg of California She'll shoot out your heart And won't even warn you O I miss her My girl from California Then I had me a girl from New York City Her sandpaper tongue Was always talkin' so damn gritty O I miss her My girl from New York City
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Mama, I Wanna Dance with You 02:53
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On a Train to New York City 02:45
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Human Style 05:49
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I grew up down round the Baby Blue Ridge Scared of teens with menthols on the bridge A cancer, a cancer, I watched the other kids Wrote poems about the skin stretched over my ribs Jesse tells his sister not to cry "I love my lot but think I'd rather die The debts press down and poke and push and pry What good's a house with nothin' good inside?" The Chief of Crime, he's got a charming smile He tells smart jokes to rich, old crocodiles He sends a plane, unmanned, to fly for miles And kills a boy for fucking with our style Human Style Scout Master Slim's in bed with Chick-fil-A Like the dip-spittin' kids say just what their parents say All rooted in soil that was toiled on by slaves It's two-thousand-twelve and you still can't count the change Sorority girls all dyin' to look the same Frat boys all tryin' to hide they're gay But all us "geed" cats no different in ways All little ants march lookin' for names What's your name? My fingers are short And worn from the pointin' I have me a heart That beats 'til it's boilin' I deal in extremes The middle is boring My ship is all built But I can't leave the shore 'cause I fear that the wood Is wholly too porous If it's rotting again Then it's back to the forest I'm goin' with them The ghosts from before us My dreams are too big The weight is enormous I sing my swan song In a vampire chorus Go kill me a hog And slice me my oranges You keep the knife I ain't cut out for this They're plotting my death O ma I'm so sure of it Futures get wasted Things get aborted Our style is human Ain't that so glorious? I don't want our seas To always be stormy Need more bumblebees Fewer hornets My son is not born So now I worry 'Bout my little brother's eyes The games got all gory We've got us a pot It's time that we stir it I scream about shit Then swallow corn syrup The belt tightens quick And we all just ignore it This nation this torrent I see but don't absorb it News feeds tell me What is and is not important Sidebar ads What I can't afford and The hard rain is falling The hard rain is pouring Where is the sun? Let us look for it Hope for us here Deep in the core If we dig past the trash There's more
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Mercy (A Hundred Miles to Richmond) 04:18
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A hundred miles to Richmond The road is straight There’s nothin’ left to figure out I filled up half the gas tank Would fill it all but I don’t wanna make you shout Honey Bunny, Butter Baby Say somethin’ sweet We’ve got an hour ‘til the signs start to show Honey Bunny, Maggie May I’ve got these cold feet Like my first time Under your clothes Fifty miles to Richmond I think I've burned a hole In the seat of your Ford I'm the only one who’s talking I can’t stand to feel like You’re feelin’ bored Honey Bunny, Butter Baby Turn up the song It’s the Boss and he’s strummin’ for change Honey Bunny, Maggie May I'll leave you alone If you need me I’ll be awake Give me mercy Show me mercy Give me mercy And I'll show you mercy Twenty miles to Richmond Your mother said I suck up And suck up well But now here at the end of it I've only gone and Sucked up into my shell Honey Bunny, Butter Baby Help me out here We’re monsters in our own bed-sheet caves Honey Bunny, Maggie May I'll leave you alone If you need me I’m always awake Give me mercy Show me mercy Give me mercy And I'll show you mercy Ten miles to Richmond I'm lookin' out the window So you can't see One mile to Richmond One mile before We're finally free
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Wolves 03:58
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I don't wanna forfeit But I'm not gonna force it Won't fight the wolves Just to fail you Yeah, I could fake it When we're both flesh naked And my flames burn hotter Than yours do But now I've got these bad blues And I'm empty like the pews We ran through When no one was looking In that cavern cathedral I feared all the people Who'd flash their long fangs At you These same days last May I bemoaned an empty cage Left abandoned By an olive-branch bird Surrounded by beast men I hid in love poems Where shots tear through All who deserve it But I'm no marksman today Nothing's changed enough to say She should fly back This gun has well earned it I'm camped out in the shed Drinking ink and Chewing lead If I hear howls I'll scorch the whole forest I'll give in to them Again I'm a needle In your arm Is the high Worth the harm? You're a needle In my arm Je suis tombé Sous ton charme But now I've gone And lost my head Finding fur In your warm bed In your bed In your bed All the wolves in your bed In my stead In my stead All the wolves in my stead In my head In my head All the wolves in my head In my head In my head All the wolves are in my head
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Move On 02:58
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Tonight I sleep alone I couldn’t do it anymore I loved your heart and soul God knows I couldn’t do it Anymore Now the shirt you wear is his You couldn’t hide it anymore He can calm your stormy skin He knows When to take And when to give

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'Cause what the world needs now
Is another folksinger
Like I need a hole in my head





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released October 24, 2012

All sounds written, performed, and recorded by Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR)

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