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I have been the kid that no one gets cuz no one wants to
Except you
I have been the kid that no one gets cuz no one knows how to
Except you
Let's go find Laika
I'm sure she found a loving home
All dogs go to heaven, my friend
You were never alone
Never alone
You wish you would have told her more
But you told her what you could and that's good, good on you
She can hear you still today
Tell her what you've got to say, she's listening
Like always
Let's go find Laika
I'm sure she found a loving home
All dogs go to heaven, my friend
You were never alone
Never alone
Don't it feel good to find someone who understands your mind?
As strange a place as it may be
Strange places are beautiful to me
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Kurt E. Armbruster, 2017
A) Seikkan you will find me waiting down the line
In a land beyond time where the sun always shines
And boys and dogs run free, no hassles, no money
Summer never ends and you will be with me again
B) If a circle becomes broken, if a world turns inside out
I will never give up hoping never be without
A) All the love we had together, the happy memories
Living life as life should be in the time of you and me
A) Who knew life could be so cruel, got me acting like a fool
Barking howling and a-crawlin’ folks all think I’m ‘gallen’
Boy, they say, you must be strong they don’t know that I belong
Somewhere only I can see where you are back with me
A) Late at night I see yr face looking down from outer space
You and Laika side-by-side having you a cosmic ride
Seikkan you will hear me calling in your ear
We will run and just be lazy eat meatballs and gravy
Bark in the dark and go where the wild strawberries grow
A boy and dog running free in a time of you and me
Forever, a time of you and me
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Dig out some clothes from the plywood chest
Train's on a schedule and Mama's gotta rest
How's she gonna heal up her tip top best?
Chasing us children in a thin house dress
It's not black and white
It's shades of gray
I've got a home, but I'm a stray
Mama takes ill like a metronome
Every couple months she keeps time alone
Rents us to kin as labor on loan
'Till they get tired and send us all back home
It's not black and white
It's shades of gray
I've got a home, but I'm a stray
Papa's out of country and out of touch
He works over there so he ain't 'round much
Drops in for a minute to check on us
Rolls back down the driveway and pops the clutch
It is
What you think it is
I know
More or less the score
The shoe fits
Mama didn't want no kids
Or if she did
She doesn't anymore
I've got a friend that I call my wife
We make believe we've got a family life
It's the closest I've come, and it does feel nice
But it ain't quite real and it ain't quite right
It's not black and white
It's shades of gray
I've got a home, but I'm a stray
Dig out some clothes from the plywood chest
Train's on a schedule and Mama's gotta rest
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WIRES ON HER HEART
They put wires on her heart when they sent her to the stars
Just a lost little stray from the streets snatched by science tsars
She’s with me when our spaceship glides down rusty wires
Crash land laughing in the mud in the field by the glassworks fires
I should have told her everything
Stories of my life, she wore like dime-store rings
My mother lying in bed, trying to turn just another page
Drifting away like Laika, drifting away
It hurts so bad when they dump you in convenient places on your own
Downstairs on a pull-out bed or up on the roof looking down
Maybe that’s what Laika thought as the world got so small
and Mom surrounded by her dusty books in the stillness down the hall
I should have told her everything
Stories of my life, she wore like dime-store rings
My mother sick in bed, struggling to turn one more page
Drifting away like Laika, drifting away
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No one keeps their promises.
Nothing is waterproof,
Your prick will always be wet, even in a suit.
No reflection tape
Will keep you safe.
We love women’s breasts. The whole world loves women’s breasts. A woman’s ankles are for biting., not hard. Just so
Well wel life is a difficult thing
It’s worse than worst.
Inside there's an old man inside. He is waiting to get out.
He hears death messengers knocking.
The only thing to comfort you is soon you'll be dead too.
Maybe I’ll end my days knitting a sweater for that chilly heaven if I decide to stay.
Life is something we’ve just got on loan. Isn’t that funny. The best thing in life is just a loan. It’s all on loan. Isn't that funny. Ha ha ha...
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There's a line from the beginning
Takes us youngins to us olds
There are those who stay rigid
Little vines carry us home ooh ooh
If you only do what you should
And never what you should not
What a bore truly a snore
Imagine that would rather not ooh ooh
There's a game some people play
Roll the dice advance your move
There's a way to keep your fate
Always ahead a step or two ooh ooh
There's a time we must accept
Reality as is such
But I myself would rather not
Be so well adjusted ooh ooh
Then again I'll get on my bus
And you will get on yours
Our paths they may never
Ever cross and that's the rub ooh ooh
We are in the middle of the
Middle of the
Middle of the
We are in the middle of the
There's a line from the beginning
Takes us youngin's to us olds
There are those who stay rigid
Little vines carry us home ooh ooh
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Tracks recorded live at The Swedish Club in Seattle, WA, November 10th, 2017.
released December 3, 2017
