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Trevor the Garbage Man
02:03
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Trevor the garbage man has a mural on his van
Trevor the garbage man, I love you
Trevor the garbage man has the plot and has the plan
Trevor the garbage man, I love you
rockin' to the beat of the rhythm of the street
and inhaling all the sweet white smoke
buzzin' with the bees in the flowers in the trees
is it any wonder he's flat broke
Trevor the garbage man, aviators and a tan
Trevor the garbage man, I love you
Trevor the garbage man, Zig-Zags in a coffee can
Trevor the garbage man, I love you
rockin' to the beat of the rhythm of the street
and inhaling all the sweet white smoke
buzzin' with the bees in the flowers in the trees
is it any wonder he's flat broke
Trevor the garbage man has a mural on his van
Trevor the garbage man, I love you
Trevor the garbage man has the plot and has the plan
Trevor the garbage man, I love you
I love you, I really really do, I love you
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2. |
Deathtrip Rebel
03:21
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I’m a happy accident, a sad souffle
I’m a praying mantis who forgot to pray
I’m a jet boy genius, I’m a party girl
I’m a deathtrip rebel from another world
Don’tcha wanna go down?
Don’tcha wanna be with me?
Don’tcha wanna go down?
Don’tcha wanna be with me?
I’m a drugstore lover, I’m a human fly
I’m a weeping willow who forgot to cry
I’m a front porch prophet, I'm a back door man
I’m a deathtrip rebel from another land
I’m a happy camper, I'm a sad eclaire
I’m a praying mantis who ain't got a prayer
I’m an h-bomb warhead with a smiling face
I’m a deathtrip rebel from another place
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3. |
All Ways
03:42
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4. |
Rome Is Burning
03:22
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Meddlesome Day
02:49
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Well you wake up in a sofa
On the south side of the sky
And you feel so drained & useless
But you really don’t know why
So you take your steps unsteady
And you take your coffee black
And you walk on down the sidewalk
But you never dare turn back
What a meddlesome day
Well you jump down from a high rise
To a brick wall alleyway
And you curse the shallow people
And the shallow things they say
So you slink down to a newsstand
For to get yourself informed
But the ink is dripping sideways
And the phrases are deformed
What a meddlesome day
Well you let loose like a rocket
Down a three lane strip of death
And the anger wells inside you
But it just ain’t worth your breath
So you’re zigging while they’re zagging
And you’re stopping when they start
And the temperature is rising
As you’re clutching at your heart
What a meddlesome day
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6. |
Kilimanjaro Heights
02:14
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the ceiling is leaking
the floorboards are creaking
at Kilimanjaro Heights
can't do nothing for it
except to ignore it
for all of my days and nights
at Kilimanjaro Heights
the wall's a disaster
of crumbling plaster
at Kilimanjaro Heights
I can't talk about it
except when I shout it
in one of our frequent fights
at Kilimanjaro Heights
did we build on a poor foundation
or did neglect bring this ruination
don't look to me for explanation
I just don't know
the whole house is sinking
and I've turned to drinking
at Kilimanjaro Heights
I can't bear to flee it
but can't bear to see it
and so I turn off the lights
at Kilimanjaro Heights
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7. |
Manic Holiday
02:56
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9. |
Silly Ruth
02:24
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10. |
Always to You
03:01
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The fading flowers of the always to you
The fading flowers of the always to you
The fading flowers of the always
Always made me blue
The tolling towers of the never to you
The tolling towers of the never to you
The tolling towers of the never
Never rang quite true
No matter if it rains or shines
I’m fine, I’m fine
No matter if it sleets or snows
I know you know
The sweets and sours of the sometimes to you
The sweets and sours of the sometimes to you
The sweets and sours of the sometimes
Sometimes got me through
Always, always, always to you
Always, always, always to you
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11. |
Ruins of Centralia
04:40
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where now are woods for years there stood
a mining town like any other
until that day one fateful may
we sparked a fire we couldn’t smother
but I’m not going to sell
so I bid you farewell
from my portal to hell
in the ruins of Centralia
the topsoil broke to belch white smoke
great veins of anthracite were burning
the road gave out, they changed the route
and told us there’d be no returning
I was the mayor and still I’m there
The last in line with no replacement
There’s toxic fumes in all my rooms
It’s hot as blazes in the basement
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12. |
Cindy Is a Sleepwalker
02:14
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Cindy is a sleepwalker
shuffling 'cross the floor
closing in on your room
and opening the door
blameless, shameless
Cindy is a sleepwalker
looks so living dead
picking up the field mice
to bop them on the head
ruthless, toothless
while you lie in bed at night
all her lamps are burning bright
when you wake to face the light
suddenly she'll be there
Cindy is a sleepwalker
never takes a break
she is even sleepwalking
while she is awake
restless, breathless
while you lie in bed at night
all her lamps are burning bright
when you wake to face the light
suddenly she'll be there
Cindy is a sleepwalker
shuffling 'cross the floor
closing in on your room
and opening the door
blameless, shameless
ruthless, toothless
restless, breathless
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13. |
Jesus or a Spaceship
04:17
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14. |
Rock 'n' Roll Moron
02:08
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I don’t wanna talk to you on the phone
I just wanna beat on you all night long
Your friends don’t like me, aw, that’s too bad
I think they’re phony, they all think I’m trash
Hey babe, you can’t close the door on
This rock ‘n’ roll moron
I know what you want, baby, I know what you got
You ain’t got a lot
My friends all laugh at us, they shake their heads
Hey babe, you don’t know how ugly they can get
I even love you when I’m all alone
Can’t you see what I’m trying to say, I want to take you home
Hey babe, you can’t close the door on
This rock ‘n’ roll moron
I don’t want your credits or your pencils or your books
And you can’t have my three chord hooks
Hey babe, you can’t close the door on
This rock ‘n’ roll moron
I know what you want, baby, I know what you got
You ain’t got a lot
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15. |
See the Sun
05:37
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I figured by your nervous laugh
that life has got you on your guard
you’re wondering when you’ll get your half
and why it’s got to be so hard
you’re not alone in feeling small
you’re not alone in being right
the many who are few in all
are waiting for a ray of light
every night and day, we hope and pray
we’ll see the sun
I figured by your crying smile
that life has got you feeling blue
you’ve walked a straight and narrow mile
for nothing but a busted shoe
it’s not enough that you’ve got yours
it’s not enough that I’ve got mine
the prophets that the world ignores
are waiting for their sun to shine
every night and day, we hope and pray
we’ll see the sun
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Rubberstamp Records St Louis, Missouri
Rubberstamp Records is a DIY indie record label based in the Saint Louis, MO area and helmed by local music scene veteran Brian Andrew Marek.
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