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Elijah
03:10
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Fire in the blood
The honeysuckles done
You don't need no warning and a one ain't going to come
run b-b better better run
b-b better better run
b-b better better run
Chorus: Elijah (4x)
Hello my friends
The rope is at the end
Your buddy's under water
But I think he has the bends
We’d really like to help you
We’d really love to stay
But the tide is rising higher, okay?
Chorus: Elijah (4x)
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2. |
Sink
03:01
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I bought a sink
What do you think?
The old was fine
But I like mine
New and shiny
Not old and tiny
So you might say
“Get a life”
But I would rather
We all gather
Around my island
And my new sink
And did I mention
This new extension
Onto the deck
I use Trex
And in the yard
Lies a wrecking bar
And some rare metal
Aren’t I special
Now you look bored
but I can’t help it if I am a whore
For Home Depot I want more
To distract me from the things that are amiss
Like the fact that our house is on a cliff
And it’s just about to fall into abyss
But there’s really nothing wrong with feeding fish,
But I fear this plastic is a problem
Swirling ‘round the ocean that shit causes
Death but I digress look at my closet
Wine refrigerator and new faucet
On my sink.
What do you think?
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3. |
The Quit
02:37
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The Quit
Sometimes you quit for the quitting
Sometimes you move for the move
Sometimes you quit when there’s nothin to prove.
Sometimes you lose for the losin’
Sometimes you ache for the ache.
I have lost nothin except some mistakes.
Bye-bye. Look at me walking away.
My, oh my. No one could tell me to stay
Sometimes you leave for the leaving
Sometimes you cry for the cry
Sometimes you turn around around, then say good-bye.
Sometimes you turn for the turning
Sometimes you find what you find
I will be looking ahead not behind.
I’m packing the van and I’m making my plans
And I don’t give a damn what you say.
I’m finding a way to go, cranking the radio,
Thinking I’ll maybe go play.
I’m closing the door and I’m ditching the chores
And I’m heading for shores without pay.
I’m packing the van and I’m making my plans
And I don’t give a damn what you say.
Refrain
Sometimes you quit for the quitting
Sometimes you know when you know.
Sometimes you leave when there’s no where to go.
Bye bye.
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4. |
Bison
03:03
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Bison (The Minneopa Song)
She walks to the horizon
Swims, in the shallows
But unlike the Bison
She’ll go away…but she has this to say
Welcome to the water and sun
But don’t you try to take the land
Cause it belongs to everyone and we say
Come come with a paddle or gun
But leave the cows and mines and pipes
And take a hike or swim or run as we walk
Chorus
Watch the birds in the forest or plains
Talk to a ranger out in Bangor or a
Stranger in LaGrange or we can
Wet our feet in the Michigan peat
And hear a loon in Saskatoon (loon)
and stalk an awkward flock of geese as we walk
Chorus (2x)
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5. |
Watershed
02:54
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We’re all living in a watershed
All sharing the same roadbed, and we’re
All drinking from the same fountain of life.
Tryin’ not to slip and slide
We sow seeds of sodium chloride, and the
Shovel leans against the wall inside.
Can you feel the water
Slipping through your hands?
From the streets and sidewalks
Off the shrubs and grass stalks
The salt washes down the drains and finds
Rich soil, fresh streams and lakes
Where the salt dissolves and makes
The birds and fish and water fully brined.
Can you feel the water
Slipping through your hands?
Feel the precious water
Slipping through your hands?
Chorus and repeat first verse to finish
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All the rain runs down the shingles and the downspouts
Over sidewalks and driveways and roads;
On down the gutters, into the storm drains
To the rivers and the lakes and seas it goes.
With the fertilizers and the gasoline,
With pesticides and herbicides and all things in between;
Heavy metals in the motor oil.
Tons of salt and and sand, and plenty of good topsoil.
What can you do? (What can you do?)
You can build a garden (You can build a garden),
You can build a garden (You can build a garden)
To catch the rain (to catch the rain).
To keep the dirt (to keep the dirt)
And keep the toxins (and all the toxins)
From the rivers (from the rivers)
And the food chain (and the food chain).
You just dig a bit of a small depression
Where the driveway and roof shed the rain;
Add native plants: coneflowers and grasses
So the roots take up the water as it drains.
To keep the algae from a big old bloom
That sucks the oxygen from the water, turns a lake into the fishes’ tomb;
Keep the mercury out of the stream,
Keep the water we depend on clear and clean.
What can you do? (What can you do?)
You can build a garden (You can build a garden),
You can build a garden (You can build a garden)
To catch the rain (to catch the rain).
To keep the dirt (to keep the dirt)
And keep the toxins (and all the toxins)
From the rivers (from the rivers)
And the food chain (and the food chain).
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7. |
State Fair
02:33
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State Fair
State Fair, hey
Everybody, everybody’s there
Everybody's sittin' round the lakeside
Come on down and get ya something deepfried
Plenty of good stuff to go around
Is that pig manure on the ground?
State Fair
State Fair, hey
Everybody, everybody’s there
Summer’s really going out with style
All the sites are gonna make ya smile
Tilta-a-whirl and clowns and some surprises
Can you tell me where the Calomine is?
State Fair
State Fair, hey
Everybody, everybody’s there
Here comes Princess Kay’s new butterhead
Life is cool inside the Dairy Shed
Out here we got steaming pronto pups
Uncle Bob is well into his cups
State Fair
State Fair, hey
Everybody, everybody’s there
State Fair
State Fair, hey
Everybody, everybody’s there
(That's one big bucket of cookies!)
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(4x) We live in the Lake
Put all the people on alert
Lake Pepins fillin’ up with dirt
But there’s something you can do
Join the L P L A crew
Silt and sand and muck and mud
Lake Pepin’s really fillin’ up
But there’s something you can do
Join the L P L A crew
From Read’s Landing to Bay City
From the bottom to the bluffs
Keep our lake clean, clear, alive
Because, because
We live in the Lake
Here come the crews and just in time
Restoring habitat and life
Cause there's something we can do
Join the L P L A crew
Maiden Rock down to Lake City
Wacouta Bay to Swinger Slough
Keep our lake clean, clear, alive
That’s what we’ll do, oo, hoo...
We live in the Lake
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9. |
Loud
05:32
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Loud, and undone, you can barely hear the salmon run
Through the ships and the boats, there’s only so long that you can float.
Silencing noise, fall and recoil from the deafening sound of the machines,
When what we really need is a little bit of peace
How ‘bout a quiet time?
How ‘bout a quiet place?
Loud, like a drum, piercing through a never ever softened soundscape.
Noise, never cease, a motorcade of penetrating boat wakes.
Darkening blue,
Thunderous clue
To the soul and the heart of the machine.
When what we really need is a little bit of peace.
How ‘bout a quiet time?
How ‘bout a quiet place?
Loud, overrun, oil and engines echo ‘cross a crowded sea lane.
Jets’ violent screams, in a dream that nightmares come to shatter in place.
There’s only so much that you can take.
There’s only so much that you can take.
Fast from the shore,
Deafening roar,
Endless spectacle, less and less to see.
When what we really need is a little bit of peace.
How ‘bout a quiet time?
How ‘bout a quiet place?
Instrumental Bridge
Loud, like a gun, buzzing through the ears to hear is but a dead thing.
Drowned from above, would you mind a little silence it’d mean everything?
Would you mind a little silence it’d mean everything?
Would you mind a little silence it’d mean everything?
Broken and torn,
Plastic deformed
On the shoal where all the pups should be.
When what we really need is a little bit of peace.
How ‘bout a quiet time?
How ‘bout a quiet place?
Loud, and undone, you can barely hear the salmon run
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10. |
Independence Day
03:43
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Love knows better
Numb don’t care
No resistance
Not much there
Moving sine waves
Cross the pane
Silent landscape
Independence Day
Lost horizon
Bends in space
The final spark
Dark red trace
Clouds or hills
I can’t say
Insane Silence
Independence Day
Falling forward
Across the plain
Silent landscape
Independence Day
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11. |
Old Punks
02:07
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Old punks & young drunks
Have the market value of big chunks
Of meat from diseased
And decaying wildebeasts
But you’ll see that we bring
Lots of Funk and Entropy
Lots of Funk and Entropy
Amassed from the past
None of this was made to last
Fashion fades, right away
Crashes like an ocean wave
On the shore, but you swore
You’d burn out not fade away
You’d burn out not fade away
You’d burn out not fade away
Bitter end’s round the bend
Pack it up and call a friend
Pile it all in a truck
Only suckers give a buck
For a bird, pachyderm,
Horse or dog or big wild ass, cuz
None of this was meant to last
None of this was meant to last
None of this was made to last
None of this is gonna last
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Hypoxic Punks Minneapolis, Minnesota
The Hypoxic Punks are Tim Gustafson, Robert Poch, and Mark Pedelty. We have been joined over the years by many talented musicians and have played all over town, from the Fine Line and Convention Center to Club Underground and the Acadia, as well as environmental benefits, parties, and the Minnesota State Fair. We'll play anywhere as long as it's fun...and it is more fun than ever. ... more
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