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Sing The Hits

by S.G. Carlson

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1.
Pacing around like I'm trouble again And I guess if we could just the pretending We've all been ascending the same hill forever I was a fiddle strung with my own guts High at 18; 28 and mustache and beard ain't connected I'm mild, dissafected, and over it I ain't over it When you get snowed in it's beer for the breakfast Trash is piled high in the back of the kitchen if we could just get all these bags to the curb we'd be over it
2.
Holy Motors 02:42
Go see the cow eyed throng at dawn Become slick with their oils Shunt in the shoal again Why don't you cover your mouth Settle down Barely present and down below Blow by human blow Clamoring over you Birds like cinnamon call At the maw You know I'm dying for it You know I'm dying to be Just a rock in a stream And when you're making your coffe And when you're brushing your teeth I'll be here living the dream What manse do we careen toward Settle and praise the lord You're on your own again And Despite what you've heard There's no word You know I'm dying for it You know I'm dying to be Just a rock in a stream And when you're making your coffee And when you're brushing your teeth I'll be there living the dream
3.
The Sea Wall 02:52
Oh was it ever you're own Or was it only your mind Give me a sign What you've got on the inside And I'll be here Dribbling these words Towing a line Air like nickel and salt Hang like a pickle in brine And you gave to me Half digested by sea Bits of bottle glass Here at the sea wall Towing a line We are poor passing fact In a perfectly moving machine Still so serene Put the fence in between I'll be here Dribbling these words Towing a line
4.
Spangled Sun 03:06
5.
Blissed 02:25
Blissed out on the carpet How it spins around till It's time to come back down Bleed now Color seeps into the sound I hope it's for the best Gold old friends who still call when they're in town Seem like strangers Bearing different stations now Bleed now Color seeps into the sound I hope it's for the best
6.
The Least 02:27
As the sound is dying down You can hear the squishing shoes Of the people as they leave Full of what they came to And the ice that's in your drink Growing waterier as you think of The least important Things that got too far The old coffee cups in your car And the mildewed shower wall Buried deep in the protocol But to frame is to exclude To prioritize to elude All the least important things
7.
Sorry Buddy 03:07
Well I'm sorry buddy I'll be around more Stay a while count the tiles on your bathroom floor And do what I can to be welcome and witty I know lately I can seem like a closed hand I get tired knees and pleasantries can seem so bland Hello is cloying when you're seeking pity Black out the window Salt in the garden Bold as a high pile Soft as a pardon I think you're wrong man No need to harden For there's a tulip Out in the yard a - Flat white sheet on my floor bed I am dreaming of you Porch is sallow and you're lit like a bad dream Walking barefoot on the gravel just to try and Glean some knowledge or toughness The world is still pretty But you fit in it like a man in a boys suit Swelling like a summer door or a spoiling fruit Intended for tenderness trying to be gritty Black out the window Salt in the garden Bold as a high pile Soft as a pardon I think you're wrong man No need to harden For there's a tulip Out in the yard a - Flat white sheet on my floor bed I am dreaming of you Blacktop blessed by a white streak I am dreaming of you
8.
Pitch your shoulders to the side Make a smiler big and wide Dip your chin and don't avert your gaze Hold your breath and count down It's one of many ways How to pose in pictures Stay in frame Think of what you're trying to convey Ego predicates the need Rolls from deed to larger deed Till you plateau and start to fade away You've got yours and I've got Quite a lot it seems How to pose in pictures Stay in frame Think of what you're trying to convey
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CT Wrapper 03:34
CT wrapper and a ripped pillow cloud Some deer guts on the shoulder they're All scooped out like a sand dunes fore Sights like pregnant packets of seeds In the locus of your childhood memories In the smell of cedar In the speckled shade Tautness waning worn out clay in Back of the kiln getting warped and stoved in Brackish water Indian summer Back of the class getting lost an getting by Been about an hour since you stood at the base of it Half an hour later and you'll know what it takes to be happy What it takes to be happy You gotta realign your focus to what's in your control Maybe plant another crocus at the end of the row to be happy That's what it takes to be happy Though I know you I can't hold you Back from the whim that calls you so I owe no favor fit to save a Place in your story morning glory

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released April 1, 2020

All song by S.G. Carlson
Bass guitar: M Skaggs Jr.
Lead guitar on Spangled Sun: Ilya Gitelman

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Sam Carlson Sans Serif Recording
New Haven CT, 2020

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