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Manny Manny Night

by The Long Lost Somethins

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1.
Bleeding Out in Missouri 03:01
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I'll avoid the mountains. I can't even climb a hill. I start bleeding in Missouri. Jesus, what the hell? It's the damn midwest. I wanna drown in the river. It's the damn midwest. I can't say it clearer. I can't speak in cold blood, Not that I have much to tell. But I'll heed your words and quench my thirst. There's no water in the well. It's the damn midwest. I wanna drown in the river. It's the damn midwest. I can't say it clearer.
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Tourniquet 02:48
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I need a tourniquet. I took a needle that I'll never forget. Something sweet and so divine, but yet, I can still regret. I need a little something, Need a little something In the morning. Forget the hunger, Though I'm starving. Mashed potatoes in the long run, Though they satisfy, They ain't been something, Ain't been something for me. Whatever you take, I promise to take more. Give me a blood clot So I can seize out on the floor. I don't wanna rely, Don't wanna rely On memory anymore. I need a tourniquet. I took a needle that I'll never forget. Something sweet and so divine, but yet, I can still regret. I need a little something, Need a little something In the morning. Forget the hunger, Though I'm starving. Mashed potatoes in the long run, Though they satisfy, They ain't been something, Ain't been something that I wanted. Don't try to tell me that I'm broken. I'm always worse off when I overflow And my brain gets blood. I need another moment, Need another moment alone. Whatever you take, I promise to take more. Give me a blood clot So I can seize out on the floor. I don't wanna rely, Don't wanna rely On memory anymore. I need a tourniquet. I took a needle that I'll never forget. Something sweet and so divine, but yet, I can still regret. I need a little something, Need a little something like a tourniquet.
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Mania 03:44
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Monarch 03:20
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Wait til I fly back To Idaho. See, I'm a monarch But I don't know. When to migrate Or where to go. I only take the backroads So slow. If they make me see you smiling, Overtake my albatross, Drown me in vodka, And clear my throat. I hope that I know that they didn't mean to kill you But is there blood on my hands? Is there blood on my hands? I need some ice and a pack of menthols. I'm sure this'll end. I'm sure this'll end. By Colorado, I'd written you a letter On crumpled up loose leaf In faded pen. I said "it wasn't easy. There's nothing healing." I drew some crosses That were bent. Promised to protect your sister. I knew you'd miss her. I knew she was also Trapped in a trench. Holding my words, I finished with a needle. It's cool to be scared. It's cool to be scared So I reach past my chair and bring up a lighter. I've got a bottle of gin And a dozen Dixie cups. I'm off my meds, But there's no need to worry. Just settle down. The pain's been a pick me up. I'm already scorching In my chest. You turned the heat up But I digress.
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Bye Bye KY 02:13
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Goodbye to the foothills. I'm living so far away. I guess I'm lucky to go. I'm drowning out sirens. One ambulance away. I'd be lucky to go. Oh, Kentucky, I knelt myself down. Let some bluegrass or whatever surround me. Here I am just bare feet.
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Pasture 03:28
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I'm no nomadic motherfucker. Wheels don't roll down under. I ain't got a turn to tell. There's a rock that hangs over me Waiting for the right moment To boulder down and give me hell. It swings to its own beat And keeps my eyes off my feet While I'm stumbling down the wrong trail. This pasture is a cemetery. It's looking a lot nicer for me. I'm laying down my living will. I hope that the dogs don't take their time chewing up my bones. I've got my eyes pinned to the ground waiting for the unknown. Even plain loneliness doesn't bring along the heart of being alone. I've got a dozen missing keys, Disdain for misery, And a prescription to overfill. It's rhythm follows so closely And nudges only slightly The brick on the window sill. If it falls and breaks, we'll learn a lot About what we miss and what we got. We can't fix it, but someone will. I'll take the steps to recuperate, Burn the filth on the gate And finally, just sit still. I hope that the dogs don't take their time chewing up my bones. I've got my eyes pinned to the ground waiting for the unknown. Even plain loneliness doesn't bring along the heart of being alone.
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The Golden Toothed Gospel 02:56
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Holy Sunday 09:25
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I've seemed to develop an idioglossia That God himself can't even understand And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear My fingers freeze on the gate and I remind myself to cover them It's too easy watching people go, well, I don't know where I don't know where. I don't know where Hey hey I could lose it all in a poker game I get sorrow from everything That I think could redeem More than likely I'll get a chance to humiliate Myself. You can berate The actions you see Holy Sunday Got a quarter to keep my khakis clean Got a hand up to keep my praises seen But I'm so damn sad And sure, I'm open, But can I count on myself to recuperate? God knows I can emaciate It's starting to show I've seemed to develop an idioglossia That God himself can't even understand And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear I've seemed to develop an idioglossia That God himself can't even understand And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear I'm a Solomon, never satisfied I always count them, 300 concubines I strive for some obscure paradise I feel indifferent to everything in life I got a vision late last night Some shadow glistened It was the Lord's outline In his glory, he finally revealed that I'm nothing Then I burnt up on the inside and I cried In one desperate, last attempt, I said "Fuck it. God, I'm cursed by karma. Can you fix it? God, I'm asking can you fix it?" Then I burnt up on the outside and I died I burnt up on the outside and I died I burnt up on the outside and I died I burnt up on the outside and I died When I passed away, I got a glimpse of the neighbor. She said "For fuck's sake, he could've said it clearer." But I was miles away and didn't even hear her She wouldn't comprehend anyway She wouldn't comprehend anyway For sanity's sake, I always avoid mirrors It's like an opposite fate, except with way more fear I'm sure that most can relate, but I wouldn't ever hear about it Cause I've seemed to develop an idioglossia That God himself can't even understand And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear I've seemed to develop an idioglossia That God himself can't even understand And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear
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Heresy 04:17
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She sang heresy. Oh my agony. I've put on my winter weight With no chance to resuscitate. She sang heresy. Oh my agony. I've put on my winter weight With no chance to resuscitate. I let my weakness show And count about a minute too slow. There's a whole lot of wasted time I've spent dreading my own life. So lay my baggage down. Let my burdens out. I've got an open wound And a plan to someday soon Lift my agony, Ascend to monotony, And find a life to trade. It's a far ways to heaven's gate. I know I'll need a lotta luck, a lotta luck to find it. May God, May God damn my silence.
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Rotting 03:40
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The way that I stand - Object impermanence. If I'm not seen, Then I stand no chance. What a waste of water. I'll wash the dirt off With sweat that's running, that's pouring, Out my pores The less important will rot. Will I rot? The way that I look - unrecognizable. The difference I make - awfully despicable. The way your voice shook - never dismissible. What a waste of water. I'll wash the dirt off With sweat that's running, that's pouring, Out my pores The less important will rot. Will I rot?

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Country boy CAN survive. This was another fake album with lots of real stories in it.

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released January 24, 2020

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Rock and roll wuss tunes from Huntington, WV.

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