1. |
Song of the Onion Farmer
02:03
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2. |
One From The Onion Tree
02:37
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I sink, awakened from a dream
Pull one off, one from the onion tree
Take it down, pass it around,
White, red, or brown
From you to me, fresh from the tree
Round in shape, purple layered capes called leaves
One from the onion tree
Take it down, pass it around,
White, red, or brown
From you to me, fresh from the tree
And it's hard and it's hard but I tried to grow my own onion tree to reach the top of the potatoe globe
Trimming onions off into a basket down below and my ladder is slipping
So I sink, awakened from a dream
Pull one off, one from the onion tree
Take it down, pass it around,
White, red, or brown
From you to me, fresh from the tree
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3. |
Unravel
03:16
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I'm writing you from far away
Hoping this message sends your way
I'm holding true, staying up at night
Staring at the light to go blind
I'm holding out, trying not to shout
When will I hear from you again
I can't pretend I am at the end
When this train has just only left
I'm calling you, holding true
Will you point me out?
Unravel my doubt
I'm turning blue, those things you do
Will you point me out?
Unravel my doubt, I hope so
The fallen air puts me back to bed, nothing lies ahead for me now
I'm laying low, try and catch a cold
In a rocker old, resting now
And then one day, a call you did make
Picking up the pace of my heart
I can't see ghosts, but I'm not opposed to opening my eyes for you now
I'm calling you, holding true
Will you point me out?
Unravel my doubt
I'm turning blue, those things you do
Will you point me out?
Unravel my doubt, I hope so
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4. |
Hey!
02:57
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February, holding may, I called you up and ran your way
Pulling rocks like they were thorns,
Out of my socks onto the floor
Wishing I could cheer you up, seems likely you had enough
Low ceilings with paper doors, I went in and left with more and I say
Hey!
Warming by the frozen lake, walking ice hoping to make it
Climbing stairs covered in snow, once you're there, nobody knows
Overlooking, the sun, it hides, peaking through the swirling sky
Our hands meeting glove to glove, I looked at her and fell in love and I say
Hey!
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5. |
Eaten Alive
03:14
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Use to live by the river side, but moved myself into the city
Found the things that came alive bit right at my behind
I've tried all you can get, 40 deet, I've bathed in it
Even at camp clear sky, they came to vibe
I don't know what to do when mosquitoes bite through my socks, shirt, and shoes.
Eaten alive, it's a sacrifice of being outside It's a paradise
Got a net for my head, those bites still turn red
All the blood that they take is more that I make
Can't stop these bastard things, vampires with tiny wings
Even in my car they got inside
I don't know what to do when mosquitoes bite through my socks, shirt, and shoes.
Eaten alive, it's a sacrifice of being outside It's a paradise
They're gonna get me, they're gonna get you too, oh it's no lie
Eaten alive, it's a sacrifice of being outside It's a paradise
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6. |
Aliens
04:19
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Lazy
Staying home tonight, I don't believe.
I was out
Standing in a field on the 13th.
Coming down
Spotted from a far, unsettling.
Tractor beam
Over my house, hovering.
They beamed me up
and let me stay.
Their green fluorescence guided my way.
Energy
Coursing through my veins, I do believe.
I went in
Hiding in my home so patiently.
Waiting
Please leave me alone. I need to sleep.
Leaving
On to the next cloud they are chasing.
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7. |
Breakfast
03:10
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When I wake, I hit my snooze alarm and drink
I need some fuel, something to keep my body full
Breakfast
Need something to start my day
Breakfast
Soak up the booze from the night
Coffee, juice: apple, orange, or cranberry
Scrambled eggs, toast, waffles, pancakes, and bacon
Breakfast
Where is the syrup ladle, fool?
Breakfast
Gravy all over my food
Smoke a bowl of 16 frosted mini wheats
Milk the cow, drink that shit right from the teat
Breakfast
Makes a boy grow into a man
Breakfast
Get it while it’s hot and while you can
Ma use to make, the best breakfast within the lakes
It kept me full, now my body has the fuel of
Breakfast
I think I’ll buy a frying pan
Breakfast
Get it while it’s hot and while you can
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8. |
Frozen
02:51
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Brick by brick, I did pull
I'm crumbling, standing still
It's not the same, cement in my brain, frozen
Piles stacked, growing snow
The unity, that I knew
It's not the same, cement in my brain, frozen
If I wanted to pour water in the tray, the door is open wide, and the heat has been engaged
So melt away fallen snow
The rain today, falling slow
It's not the same, cement in my brain, frozen
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9. |
Don't Wanna (Marijuana)
04:08
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There is this thing that my friends do, I watch them smoke a funny flower
It smells grotesque and isn't cool
It makes them all have super powers
I've smelled the smell from outside
A cloud a smoke they do abide
I went inside and asked them why
Smoke in my lungs a contact high
And I don't wanna Marijuana
I just wanna stay in school
And I don't wanna Marijuana
And I don't wanna be a fool
They tried to get me to hit the bong
They said they found Tom DeLong
My dad bursts in "where is the swan?"
I hit the joint and said "c'mon"
I just wanna Marijuana
And I don't wanna stay in school
I just wanna Marijuana
And I just wanna be a fool
Smoke this smoke that, your life is gonna be full of shit if you never quit, I don't wanna stay in school
You can hit the bowl, you can hit the bong but if you won't move just say
I just wanna be a fool
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10. |
Baby Won't You
04:12
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In the spring the flowers bloom,
like my love with you.
In the fall our love did fall,
overtime, overdue.
In winter time we're on thin ice,
looking to fall through.
Back to spring, I'm feeling green.
Honey, why don't you?
I jump and shout and plead and scream
Baby won't you kill me.
I spit and twist and start to bleed
Baby won't you kill me.
The seasons pass, I live in sand.
Rubbing salt on wounds.
A band-aid torn, a shard of glass.
The pain resembles you.
An itch that clocks and won't dare stop.
Overtime, overdue.
Back to spring, I'm feeling green.
Honey, why don't you?
I know it's been a long time,
since I've seen you last.
But a warm embrace with a dull knife
would surely make me.
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the Ryne Experience Lowell, Michigan
Born out of Lego ashes that never ignited, the Ryne EXP was born with singer songwriter Ryne Clarke and his friends. Anywhere from mindless static to lush pop tunes. The experience is what you get out of it.
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