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Nashville Casualty And Life - Kinky Friedman

"(Kinky Friedman) In faded gabardine he used to stand Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint. The young folks called him beautiful,"

The Sunks - Cursive

"Surrender your furniture push the television out the window overmedicated, this must be the sunks if you can't understand the blues you don't know much With much love for science and a youthful defiance we"

The Martyr - Cursive

"And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered Cast down by an angel She used to kiss his"

The Censor - Cursive

"It's not a song about old friends, backstabbers, leeches, or cretins. It's not about you, and it isn't true. It's not a song about family, how the lack thereof can be crippling. It's not about, and it"

The Recluse - Cursive

"I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother"

The Dirt Of The Vineyard - Cursive

"Less talk, more dancing If we could push off the sick conversation one more night I surely would My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard Have I soiled your gown? There's soil on your gown, like"

Opening the hymnal - Cursive

"Opening the Hymnal:Welcome one and welcome allTo our small townThe lyrics are the exit and the roses are the same?Inside this town, you'll find the guiltThat fills the quarry of the residents residing"

Into The Fold - Cursive

"The Shepherd: I cat't say I've always been honest; you can't say I've done a disservice. The girl, she's just a child. She's got a lot to learn, and I'm helping out. Your deceit is under your wing."

The Bitter End - Cursive

"When the bitter end arrives, will we be at war or sadly, madly in love? Will we beg for one more night? Or will we have our bags packed waiting at the door? When the bitter end arrives, Will it be a finish"

The knowledgeable hasbeens - Cursive

"Knock the wind the wind right out.Knock it off.I cant breathe.Could I sing another line?I think my knees are getting weak.And yes, these knees are weak, But who would believe in a hypocrite who sells himself.Whos"

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