1. |
The Swath
02:48
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2. |
The Scruzz
03:21
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Ain’t nobody care where I’ve traveled, I’ve roamed.
I’ve been out west, down south all alone.
Mostly midwest, I was froze to the bone.
Is it safe enough for you?
Is it clear enough to see through?
Shun each surprise, and no mystery.
Shut it out, run it out of town on a rail.
Never fails, never try something new.
Like a chump, you’ll buy it on credit.
Through the days, you fought for your job.
Defended it’s worth, even in front of your wife.
Drew figures in the air with your chin.
Like a rich man’s house, it’ll put you on edge.
Find a few extra pennies on the loose.
Arrive every day in your old brown shoes. Needle in the haystack.
Hope you get there before you run out of air.
Like a rich man’s house, it’ll put you on edge.
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3. |
Leviathan
04:58
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Hey, Big Catch,
Swimming out in the deep, I see you.
Hey, Big Stretch,
Proving out of my reach, I need you.
And I chase the Big Splash,
Into the void and vacant
I see at last, drowning souls forsaken.
And the fate that was tempted
Has come back to kill the host.
And the fate that was reckoned
Says to give up the ghost.
Watch my signal unfold
Leviathan’s old, and he’s been told
No rumor, turn hot into cold, sand into gold. Hold onto the ropes.
And if you ever give a damn, here’s the rock where I stand,
clutching pearls in my hand.
Look, there’s my blood dripping down on the sand, falling onto the land
Where I said my goodbyes.
Through parched lips too dry, and salty to cry.
Or shout out my life or staunchly deny.
That, hey, Big Catch, swimming out in the deep. I see you!
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4. |
Deaf Ears
04:18
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Fall upon deafened ears, you’re not alone.
Overgrown careless fears you proudly own.
Waste your energy talking to a wall,
Who’s your enemy? Someone you can’t recall.
Your vigilante screen, your fire-engine scream,
Fall upon deafened ears, you’re not alone.
Besides yourself enraged, in a corner of the maze.
Red-veined eyes looking upward toward the light.
Calling out and looking for a fight.
You fall upon deafened ears, you’re not alone.
The one you want to burn will not atone.
See yourself unfold in the heat,
Kick away jewels that sparkle at your feet.
See yourself unglued at the seams,
Spite your skin to shun a diamond ring.
Fall upon deafened ears, you’re not alone.
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5. |
Yonder Bird
05:23
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The Driftless Area,
The truth will marry ya,
To the dust, the wind between, the silent screen, and sanded eyes.
Above, the Yonder Bird. Out of reach.
In between youth and its prize.
My lusty eyes seek, my lonesome heart weak.
And there’s no magic left, no surprise.
Can’t mistake sunset for sunrise.
No magic left; no secrets in the wings.
Sweetness is a blindness.
And favor is a bluff.
Yonder Bird, I hear you calling me.
Distant word, known only unto me.
Lead unto me. Leave up to me.
Sweep the gutters clean.
Slowly, unseen, believe.
Everybody’s got a hidden pocket.
And everyone will tell you that they got it.
I ain’t gotta tell ya, come and meet me in the cellar with roots.
My uncouth, my ragged youth. My ragged youth!
It’s on the tip of my tongue, so far away from my lungs;
A partial hope for a win.
Everybody’s got tattoos,
And everyone’s got something to prove.
I ain’t gotta tell ya, come and meet me in the cellar with roots.
My uncouth, my ragged youth. My ragged youth!
Yonder Bird, I hear you calling me.
Yonder Bird, I aim to please.
Distant words -
Pull the stuff from the wings. No one asks me to sing.
A thimble full of cream, set against -
My fading memories.
Unseen. Believe.
Everybody’s got tattoos,
And everyone’s got something to prove.
I ain’t gotta tell ya, come and see me in the cellar with roots.
My uncouth, my ragged youth. My ragged youth!
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6. |
The Height Of My Powers
04:11
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Well I’ve got more reasons than I’ve got the time,
To put myself out on the line.
Haven’t had one legitimate laugh, without tears holding back.
Can’t remember the last light-hearted day in my past.
I have a hard time waving a flag, even my own.
I have a hard time speaking above an overtone.
Haven’t had one legitimate laugh, without tears holding back.
Can’t remember the last light-hearted day in my past.
The space between A and B,
Seduces me, and pulls me out of my leisure, my tenure.
And I know, that maybe not ‘now or never’, but the sooner the better.
It’s easy.
‘Cause I’ve met the sum of all my fears. And I’m still here.
Easy, ‘cause I’m at the height of my powers. At this hour.
I have a hard time waving a flag, even my own.
I have a hard time speaking above an overtone.
Haven’t had one legitimate laugh, without tears holding back.
Not one goddamned light-hearted day in my past.
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7. |
Landlocked/Halfway
03:40
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It’s time you met me halfway.
I give you half the hours in a day.
Okay, we may have a deal.
But you just tend to steal.
It’s time you met me halfway.
I could squeeze the soul out of the rain.
Don’t tell me I’m off the mark,
Or left out in the dark.
It’s sundown Sunday and the clocks reset.
Feels like a letdown coupled with dread.
I’m over by the airport. Not much to do after dark.
I’m over by the airport. Mist descends on an empty park.
Landlocked here in this tired place.
Everyone I know has lines in their face.
One look around and I’ll retreat to my lonely room.
Nothing’s gained, nothing’s lost staring at the moon.
Head down on the street, my legs up the stairs.
Head down on the street, my legs up in the air.
Landlocked, deadlocked serenade.
Drop dead, eat lead, my cellar-mate.
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8. |
Manipulated Lightning
03:32
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Wait a second, scratch a hole in my hand.
Hang a minute, and you’ll understand.
The only thing exciting: manipulated lightning.
Sweet and gauzy. Lusty easy.
Low and gritty. Not underneath me.
Wait a second, scratch a hole in my hand.
Hang a minute, and you’ll understand.
The only I’m not fighting: manipulated lightning.
Pull the waves out of the air.
Run the static through my hair.
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9. |
Loose Lips (Sink Ships)
03:38
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Loose Lips Sink Ships.
They’ll make your marks in triplicate, light wrist, type strict.
Erase the tape, sublimate the organizer’s greed.
Erase the tape, no duplicate, no pull through the feed.
That’s the game, to delay all malefactors needs.
And I plead.
I feel like a beggar, asking for change that don’t exist
I feel like a sailor, on the sea of parted lips.
Would you tell me the name of your shadow?
Is it the only one you’ve known it to be?
Is it welcome at home, or did it learn to follow?
Do you have sorrow, for what this does to me?
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10. |
Rectifier
03:32
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You don’t ask, so I don’t tell.
No magic cast, no wishing well.
You don’t ask, so I don’t tell.
No magic cast, no wishing well.
Hell, what’s my thimble full of cream vs. the Milky Way?
Postdate my ticket-stamp for yesterday.
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Puckett Electric Kentucky
Self-described as "Psychedelic Americana", Puckett Electric's original rock songs find the complimentary between often
opposing influences. The sound nods to the past but is not retrospective; experimental yet accessible. Based in Chicago and rooted in Kentucky, the songs embrace city fuzz with pastoral feedback.
DIY musician Scott Puckett writes, records, and performs all instruments and voices.
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