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Oregon Trail
03:00
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In the hill country, in a valley low
Down and out and the car won’t go
Wheels are bare and the engine’s blown
We’re miles and miles away from home
Spring’s coming and the thunder sings
But the mayflies are coming in March again
The river’s rising and our house can’t swim
Low down in the valley, breathing out and in
Hitch the horses to the station wagon
We’ll pretend it’s the Oregon trail
There’s nowhere that we’re going
But we’d better be on our way
Been a long time on the run
So we laid down with our faces to the sun
Counted down the hours one by one
Til the sun turned off, and the day was done
Hitch the horses to the station wagon
We’ll pretend it’s the Oregon trail
There’s nowhere that we’re going
But we’d better be on our way
Destination is still unknown
And the center will not hold
The eight ball says we’re on our own
And we’re miles and miles away from home
From the hill country and the valley low
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Convertible Song
03:06
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I’m feeling like leaving the prairie
The desert’s been asking for me
I’ll be singing along with the great horned owl
Driving through Joshua Tree
I’m gonna go down to the dive bar
Make up some new ways to flirt
The past and the present, they breathe the same air
And there’s freedom that comes from the hurt
Westbound in a convertible car
I’m a karaoke legend, a karaoke star
I’ve got new islands being born, they’re coming up from underwater
Expanding outwards farther and farther
28 years running circles
Got wise enough to slow it down
Gonna lay in the sun with nothing on
And play some guitar for the dog
Before my peace up and leaves me
Just like it dependably does
I’ll keep riding the thermals on down to the coast
Conjuring new versions of myself
Westbound in a convertible car
I’m a karaoke legend, a karaoke star
I’ve got new islands being born, they’re coming up from underwater
Expanding outwards farther and farther
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April
03:32
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Saved me the way that people say Jesus did
Freed my mind from its spiral, my body from its pain
Piece of mind's a peace of cake, even when I roam
With you by my side, I find my way home
Light up for me
And we loosen a bit
We can talk through the eve
Round the old fire pit
The burdens of life
Well they all fade away
When I’m up in the clouds
A ways away from the fray
For so many years the story was always the same
Would plod through my days and sit in my shame
I did this or that, I created this cruel narrative
Trying to explore a more soft way to live
Light up for me
And we loosen a bit
We can talk through the eve
Round the old fire pit
The burdens of life
Well they all fade away
When I’m up in the clouds
A ways away from the fray
This quiet in my mind
Feels like a novelty
The words that come are kind
And patient to me
Been through dark days
And long fitful nights
The stillness of the fall morning
Now dappled and bright
Light up for me
And we loosen a bit
We can talk through the eve
Round the old fire pit
The burdens of life
Well they all fade away
When I’m up in the clouds
A ways away from the fray
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4. |
I Don't Want You
04:03
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5. |
World Class
03:59
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In the great state of Texas lives a gal of fine repute
Dearly beloved with a mind that’s real astute
She’s been working hard for pennies from the summer to the winter
While the bosses get the gravy without lifting a finger
She’s tried to climb that ladder, and she’s tried negotiating
But the problem runs deeper, and what we need is liberating
She’s gotten real tired of the goddamn status quo
It’s time those fat cats learn that you reap just what you sow
She’s a world-class woman
She’s the salt of the earth
She’s got action potential
And she knows just what she’s worth
So she went and made a list of the world’s billionaires
Found all their addresses and then said a little prayer:
“Lord, please forgive me for what I’m bout to do
But the system needs a-changing and it’s long overdue”
She tracked Narcissus down to his home in Malibu
Caught him lookin’ down in his infinity pool
She left not a trace, just like his tax evasion
The last thing he ever saw was her smiling reflection
She’s a world-class woman
She’s the salt of the earth
She’s a heat-seeking missile
And she knows just what she’s worth
She’s a world-class woman
She’s the salt of the earth
Shoots clean as a whistle
And she knows just what she’s worth
By popular demand she’s taking this show on the road
From New York to Dubai, she’s taking back the debt that’s owed
She’s getting real good with her shotgun aim
So you better Hail Mary if she writes down your name
She’ll never back down, and for less she’ll never settle
She’s gonna melt their statues down into puddles of metal
She’s a world-class woman
She’s the salt of the earth
She’s got big aspirations
And she knows just what she’s worth
She’s a world-class woman
She’s the salt of the earth
She’s got your location
And she knows just what she’s worth
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Pony Soprano Austin, Texas
Pony Soprano is a country folk duo based in Austin, TX. Featuring Annie Flom on guitar and vocals and Tessa Mitterhoff on mandolin and vocals, the band plays original songs about class consciousness and crushes in addition to lively covers of classic country tunes and modern indie folk songs. ... more
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