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Thermal Fuse
03:28
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High glow of the heat sink gleaming
Bismuth empire alloy gonna blow
Fiddle while the spire goes
All up in smoke
Thermal fuse
Check the balance but the terminal’s on fire too
Thermal fuse
Three branches burning down
Debris field artifacts charred black
Lead fused and broken and turned to ash
Just had to know how hot it could get
how hot it could get
Thermal fuse
Check the balance but the terminal’s on fire too
Thermal fuse
Three branches burning down
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2. |
Abbreviated
03:19
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Who was that who lived in the grey house down on Drexel Lane?
Didn't he go to jail or prison or something like that?
Heard he got off easy cause his dad was friendly with the DA
Saw his mom cutting grass the other day. I guess she's a widow now
They almost called me OJ
But I was born in 94
Imagine what my vibe would be
Walking around abbreviated at the grocery store
Found the tree by the creek where we used to practice swearing
Caught a catfish once then Sean's older brother put a mortar in its mouth
Pretty sure these bud light cans are invasive
But I guess it's nice to see these waters running blue again
They almost called me OJ
The bronco fled when I was born
It would’ve changed everything
Mysterious man full name only on his credit score
A completely different genre of guy. he's got shades on
And he loves when people ask about his middle name but
It's not even unique or cool
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3. |
Shining Ear To Ear
03:42
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Woke up this morning realized I was laying down
Popcorn ceiling, dusty fan blades spinning round
Wasn't I somebody else before me
Prehistoric stories caught in my feelings
And I'd skip down the sidewalk they used to call me a lumineer
Was it for the six string or the shining ear to ear?
Shine a light on this old bed the sheets pulled up
And underneath all the things I won't discuss
Pull the thread the memory's all a little frayed
A dried up story, a faded stain
And I'd love to get a move on if I could find the other sock
And why's the grocery store so far? The last spot on the block
And I'd skip down the sidewalk they used to call me a lumineer
Was it for the six string or the shining ear to ear?
There must have been a reason it's been dimming to a flicker
But what kind of filament forever faithfully delivers?
There must have been a reason it's been coming unmade
I'll tuck the corners in again they never seem to stay
And I’d skip down the sidewalk they used to all call me a lumineer
Was it for the six string or the shining ear to ear
Or the shining ear to ear
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4. |
Sweet Swinging Billy
03:16
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Three up and three down
Stood him up and brought him round the outside
It was just the other day
They cheered old Billy right up to the plate
Sweet swinging they would say
Gonna make a statue of him some day
In 99 they put him up on the corner out on Addison he stood
Till the day the big league took him down for good
Oh a shiny complex, an ancient neighborhood
Now they do their shopping right there where he stood
Oh a memory ain't worth margins quite this good
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5. |
Dishes
05:45
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Blame it all on a work situation
Blame it on my boss is a dick and the worst part is
I can't keep working for myself
Guess I'll quit
Blame it all on a work situation
Blame it my moto is dead
There's a song in the sink and a sponge in my head
And a pen with some ink but my hands are too wet
I wish that there were more dishes to do so there was something for my hands
Keep the headphones on, keep the tv going, keep the screen saver spinning
Cause I'll kill time till the clock begs for mercy
And comes back round
And I read a lot of creative types keep it messy
Surely Jackson Pollock had some paint stains on his couch
Not to mention the stuff between his teeth
And the turpentine smell stuck in his sheets
Blame it all on a work situation
Blame it on the the words that I keep
And I only read in slow motion
Guess I'll sleep
I wish that there were more dishes to do so there was something for my hands
Keep the headphones on, keep the tv going, keep the screen saver spinning
Cause I'll kill time till the clock begs for mercy
And comes back round
And I saw in a dream this is all a bit too clean
Even through the plumes at one half speed
And I'll write every last rhyme to the bottom of the page
But the words in my head wont sweep into the pan
I wish that there was more dishes to do so there was something for my hands
Keep the headphones on, keep the tv going, keep the screen saver spinning
Cause I'll kill time till the clock begs for mercy
And comes back round
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6. |
Feeling The Pull
04:07
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I'm lost in a book on the beach with a wine glass
Sink my toes into a love story
Meet cute caught in the mirror at the sunglasses stand
Sink my toes into a love story
Fantasy football league I'm in too deep
Sure could use the money
Secret side bet three team parlay
Sure could use the money
And there's only so many genres to be
Button up your shirt or show off your tattoo sleeves
It's vans and its converse
There's no others
But it's nice to get to choose
Everybody needs their shoes
I'm starting to believe everybody’s on to something
Little interests in the back of your head
A cardboard box, a kids TV set
They canceled your favorite show
But everybody someday feels the pull of rock and roll
I'm starting to believe everybody’s on to something
Little interests in the back of your head
A cardboard box, a kids TV set
They canceled your favorite show
Cause everybody someday feels the pull of rock and roll
Let's crack open the semi-retired white fridge
In the garage by the Yamaha beat up kit
Turns out all the dads were onto something
They canceled your favorite show
But everybody someday feels the pull of rock and roll
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7. |
Crows
03:14
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Nobody crows at the lines around a grown man's eyes
Her concrete hands say "girls don't cry"
Crying out at the mirror
A dark window with a lying reflection
Turns out baby doesn't wonder what's on mama's mind
Crows calling loud as ever
From a decommissioned wire
A little grey in the feather
A dead language sounding tired
Big girls walking now, to the fight of her life
Cherry wine on her breath getting stronger through the night
Never read the book her mom left by her bed
Some survivors song, never thought it'd fit her right
Crows calling loud as ever
From a decommissioned wire
A little grey in the feather
A dead language sounding tired
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8. |
Embarrassing
04:21
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There's nothing more embarrassing than to be alive
Tried to get her attention last night
It was a damn good punch line
Everybody heard except for her
And those were some real good friends to look away
Hard to watch their own go down that way
Couldn't help myself had to try again
Guess she heard it after all
I'm gonna turn around now
I'm gonna act like I didn't say anything
I didn't say anything
I'm gonna head home now
Not gonna say goodbye or wave
There's nothing more embarrassing than to drown alive
Grown man never even braved a high dive
Cheeks blushed red before they turned blue
Midwest guy can't read a rip tide
And those were some real good friends to forget he went
Till the bill came due at the beach bar tent
All the ice melt down in his drink
Must be off just walking the beach
I'm gonna give it up now
I'm gonna let it pull me down or spit me out
It spit me out
I'm gonna catch my breath now
Not gonna tell my friends a thing
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9. |
Adam Up There
02:41
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Adam up there is the whole moon big enough for you?
I know you're looking down cold and waiting
And I assure you we're working fast as we can
Never mind the yelling in the background
Heard the program might be winding down
But were all still dreaming of the day we'll join you
Adam up there hope the whole moon's big enough for you
I'm sorry to be the one that has to tell you
And I assure you we fought it as hard as we can
No reports no flight plans
They're unwinding the program
But were all still dreaming of the day we'll join you
Well someone had go first
They said to thank you for your service
Oh but somewhere in development
It got lost in the public sentiment
Oh Adam up there do you have all you need?
Cause it might be longer than we could ever foresee
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10. |
Gnawing At The Cord
06:32
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One shot of molten rock became a hundred pairs of hands
One planted pair that's your childhood best friend
Dirt swallows diamond rings. Fingers and everything
Tree limbs too
First drivers license in a hill in the suburbs
Exhaust vent fumes
Time keeps gnawing at the cord
A sharp claw near a scratched up
Mold rotting old floor board
Back when the uniformed kids would play
There was no time on the clock
Next point gets a cap for your feather
Call your own foul mouth back to mom
Beneath the beige grass courtyard
A chainlink fence underground
Dirt-filled lock on the junction
The keys been long thrown out
A moth in an attic snacking
It's Judy's old size four
A Sunday gift for someone
But she never got that far
Last night I was a Montana cowboy
Rode around on purebred archetype
A buckaroo breaking for the bunkhouse oh
Before the day gave to night
And even with the peacemaker loaded up on my hip
Before its dark I like to be tucked in
Cause I get scared of those glowing coyote eyes
Last election I was a distinguished statesman
Shaking hands with religious ilk
Stumping speeches speaking swiftly
Oh for a price I pushed their bill
They think they know right where I stay
But there's someone they don't know I know this way
My staffer, he's my little laugher sleeping next to me
Last week I was bread-winning father
Working hard cause that's what's right
A perfect tax paying pear-shaped padre
Oh hug the kids and kiss my wife
Moving lunches all from fridge to fridge
And last night's greens refused by stubborn kids
But when they sleep I go out back and spark a light
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Ovven Nashville, Tennessee
Nashville's Ovven (pronounced oven) is the indie rock/alt-country project of Owen Burton. Their debut album, Gnawing at the Cord, was hailed as "a fuzz-guitar, alt-country tour-de-force" (the Indie Scene); "an instant classic" (SiriusXM Outlaw Country); "compulsively relistenable" (Steven Hyden); and was produced by Alex Farrar (MJ Lenderman, Wednesday, Indigo De Souza). ... more
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