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Kentucky Clay
03:10
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I buried my heart, my burning heart
Down in the cold Kentucky ground
I prayed that the clay would suffocate my yearning
And stop me from longing for you
Why do I always fall for your strawberry smile
When I know that it does me no good
You spin me around in your perfumed gown
You cast all my bearings to the wind
I'm out of my mind
You're just killing time
I can't come down
You're messing around
I've tried the bottle, tried the bed
Just can't get you out of my head
Even trying makes me look like a fool
And the cold Kentucky clay
Has caught fire, it's burning
It'll burn for a thousand years or more
I'll look for comfort on some rocky foreign shore
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Poor Thing
04:13
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That night I was looking for a way out of the same old dull routine
When her eyes met mine like a match tossed into a pool of gasoline
I wished I could take her away from this dirty little scene
To get her all alone so she could be my dirty little queen
Poor thing, my pretty poor thing
She's a mess, I must confess
But she's got me on a string
Oh, my pretty poor thing
From that gleam in her eye I could tell she was full of bad decisions
Probably had a crazy ex-boyfriend she conveniently won't mention
But she's raring to go and don't have time for a young man's indecision
I'm gonna wind up on top of the world or in federal prison
The way the evening started, my mind was psychedelically blissed
She showed me a few little tricks that evidently I had missed
It makes me blush to think of all the places that she kissed
She knocked me out faster with her tongue than she could've with her fist
I woke tingling with the memory of the night before
But when I reached for my wallet it was clear exactly what I'd fallen for
Turns out she was just a grifter and I was just her latest score
And I might be sick and twisted, but man, it only made me want her more
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Lung Teeth Tongue
05:00
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Come all you shambling mounds of flesh
Imbued with the spark of life
And stomp your lower appendages
To ward away your strife
Put varnish on your fingertips
Put perfume on your sores
We’ll make believe that spark of life
Will last forevermore
Won’t you lay me down in the meadow
For the carrion beetles and crows
Let a song burst forth from my empty chest
Paint it yellow and red when the chilly wind blows
That thing you do
It’s killing you
It’s making your insides bleed
But what really tears your soul apart
Is “I need! I need! I need!”
The squeals you hear
Are born in fear
And raised in a filthy pen
We’re headed for
The killing floor
But we’ll jump and shout till then
These guts, these strings, they oscillate
They find their way inside
They grab ahold of a part of you
Not made of flesh or hide
It’s a body filled with excrement
That’s making your eardrums ring
But it’s more than lung
Than teeth and tongue
You’re hearing when I sing
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Sundays with Allison
04:09
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Mason Colby Lexington, Kentucky
Mason Colby was born and raised in the musically rich Gulf Coast, splitting time between Louisiana and Texas. But it was in Kentucky that he picked up a banjo and started making music. A founding member of stringband The Jarflies, Mason is now writing songs that blend his love of Acadiana, the Bluegrass, and Texas songwriters like Guy Clark, Jolie Holland, Lyle Lovett, and Danny Barnes. ... more
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