Abulum

by Glen Phillips

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1.
Careless 03:28
You grew up alone in a big empty house With a pool and a maid, mom and dad always out And I always thought that you had it so good Just imagine my surprise when they blew off the roof And I couldn’t be more careless You’re probably dead and I’m just embarrassed From out of of the fire and into a flame When you got to skinny you moved to LA Just a regular city dropped from a great height And the millions inside just along for the ride Well I couldn’t be more careless You’re probably dead and I’m just embarrassed To be the one who always had it nice With not a clue and too much advice Well I’ll let you live your life, you let me live mine So whatever you need it’s just fine, it’s just fine You’ve been here before, probably be back again Till the hair of that dog is too frayed at both ends And I couldn’t be more careless You’re probably dead and I’m just embarrassed
2.
She came from Austin, Texas She liked his custom van and his pit bull Francis Even when he took a chunk out of her hand They liked to dance in the desert and screw in the sand He said they’d always be together But when her belly got big she never saw him again One and one ends up to be three Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe The women get stuck and the men just leave Well they were high school sweethearts from Portland, Maine. He was a writers-block poet And though she’d never read a line, she still had faith They ended up in La Jolla She sold Mary Kay He dreamed about getting published But when her belly got big he just ran away One and one ends up to be three Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe The women get stuck and the men just leave There’s a place in the desert where the men all meet Park their vans in the shade Talk about Kerouac and the works of the beats They let their dogs play together Drink beer and they sing They’ve all got a secret treasure Wallet picture in their pocket of the kid they never see One and one ends up to be three Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe The women get stuck and the men just leave The women get strong and the men just leave
3.
I’ve been angry and I have strayed I’ve said words I never thought that I could say You were sadly sweet like an old bar song But I’ll be back up on my feet before too long You could say you wanted me if I said it first The words rang hollow and the emptiness became a thirst Now I could drink those words, they would make me strong And I’d be back up on my feet before too long If you’d met me now You never would have stuck around You never would have stuck around So I will lay me down by the salty sea And let the water pull the sand over my body To wash me clean like a river stone And I’ll be back up on my feet before you know it Yeah I’ll be back up on my feet before too long Before too long
4.
Fred Meyers 03:15
I want to see you some time, come find me, I’ll be home I’m just between the Costco and the Barnes and Noble Behind the Mom and Pop grocery that shut down in the 90’s Like all the other locals, they smashed the dreams of the hopeful I’m getting off track, sorry. So, like I said, right in there It was a Fredrick Meyers, sold everything from fruit to tires Check in with the doorman, and old biker named Slim Just say your’re here to see me and don’t forget to tip him One hand must wash the other Each man must be a brother Band up and take cover We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires Drive go-karts like Shriners Or just hang out at Fred Meyers Bring a lantern with you, it gets dark in places Walk up the escalator to the section that was kid’s wear I’m at the back wall, left side, under a sign says “Levis” Top bunk, second row. If I’m not in right then ask around Somebody will know ‘Cause everybody knows me here One hand must wash the other Each man must be a brother Band up and take cover We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires Drive go-karts like Shriners Or just hang out at Fred Meyers We’ll go out babe, skateboarding, go looting for food hoarding Whatever you desire We could just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers One hand must wash the other Each man must be a brother Band up and take cover We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires Heal sick kids like Shriners Or just hang out at Fred Meyers We’ll go out babe, drink moonshine, tip rubble on the East side Dig deep holes to China We could just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers Why don’t we just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers
5.
My Own Town 04:45
You all went away and left me alone And now there’s nobody around anymore Just a big empty house on a big empty street In a big empty town in a big empty state The radio’s dead and the streets are blocked off And I’m through smashing windows and trying to get lost I read a few books but they just made me sad There’s nobody to talk to about what I read Heaven knows why I’m around Heaven knows what keeps me here There is nothing that can keep me down Nothing left to fear It’s my town now My own town But I wish you were here I’m wondering if I should learn how to fly A police helicopter would be a good way to die I’d be a fireball come crashing, leaving nothing but ashes Bald spot on the globe like nothing ever had happened here Heaven knows why I’m around But heaven, it can’t keep me here There is nothing that can keep me down Nothing left to fear It’s my town now My own town But I wish you were here
6.
Water’s getting deeper And I can’t feel my feet I keep on bailing buckets But it flows right back to me Everything is put away The children are asleep But the water’s getting deeper And I can’t feel my feet Oh, this is gonna take time How am I gonna make time Everything seems different The colors all look strange And light comes down in shafts here Underneath the waves But everything is in its place The children are asleep The water’s getting deeper And I can’t feel my feet Oh, this is gonna take time How am I gonna make time I am provider But providence has been swayed And by design Nothing is ever the same I thought that time Had only one way to go I learned how to swim But not to breathe underwater Oh, this is gonna take time How am I gonna make time I can’t feel my feet I can’t feel my feet
7.
Drive By 02:59
I was the driver for the drive-by of the neighbor’s dog Dad had always hated him and he said “Come on son, “Get into the Vega now and I’ll go get my shotgun” It was a military holiday and kids were everywhere I hid behind the steering wheel and tried to disappear I tried to speak but couldn’t, dad was whistling and drinking beer And I prayed: Dear God, if you save this dog I will never get high, I will never jack off I will do all the things that I should but have not I’ll be a good boy from now on We turned around the corner soon and saw the neighbor’s yard Dad lit up a cigarette and rolled his window down And grinning like an idiot he stuck his head and body out And I prayed: Dear God, if you save this dog I will never get high, I will never jack off I will be all the things that I should but am not I’ll be a good boy from now on I’ll be a good boy from now on Well he popped in a shell and took aim with the gun Then a flash and a bang and the dog, it was gone.... It jumped up and ran away Dad had shot right through it’s chain Dad said “Take me to the Dairy Queen, I want to have a shake” We sipped them on the benches there and stared out on the lake And Dad has never said another word about that day I hope you’re not disappointed, God ‘Cause I still get high and I still jack off And you knew I was lying but you still saved that dog You’re such a good God Such a good, good God And I say Hallelujah I’ll be a good boy from now on
8.
Darkest Hour 04:09
If I lose my faith Just remind me, just remind me When my shadow's longer Stay beside me till it's brighter How easy I forget How beautiful to see you once again In my darkest hour I will be freed When I close my eyes I hope to find you, I hope to find you When I leave my body I want to be ready, willing like you were I sat beside you then I felt the warmth as it left your hands In my darkest hour I will be freed I've been waiting so long That waiting was the end Let this sleeper awaken again In my darkest hour I will be freed
9.
It took five neighbors to get him in the hall Down the three flights of stairs and out the building’s door I know that it’s easy to say that it couldn’t be worse But now she’s in her apartment Alone for the first time since the last jerk Once you let them get to you it never washes off ‘Cause they can smell the weak ones and just Pick you off like a pigeon And each one is worst than the last one Until you’re a professional victim You get everything backwards learning how to survive Put the little wounds first and let the big ones fester for life You’ve done it enough you would think that you know what you need But it doesn’t get any better when you’ve got such an eye for the bad seed Once you let them get to you it never washes off ‘Cause they can smell the weak ones and just Pick you off like a pigeon And each one is worst than the last one Until you’re a professional victim And if you take a look you can see the cracks In the story told where the logic lacks All the pretty girls and the stupid boys Make the same mistakes until they’ve got no choice Once you get the stink on you it never washes off ‘Cause they can smell the weak ones and just Pick you off like a pigeon And each one is worst than the last one Until you’re a professional victim
10.
Train Wreck 05:14
She looked just like a train wreck That could have been avoided In a third-world country By a long stretch of farmland Where the water had run high And run the topsoil down the river So that next year there would be no crops She was as desperate as a salesman At a company that’s folding But they haven’t told the staff yet That they’re bankrupt and backordered And they’re funneling the pensions to the CEO’s back pocket So in one year they’ll have nothing I miss you girl I hope you’re fine Good luck, love Or goodbye She’s the girl from central casting Always played the sweet young orphan Or the hooker with the heart of gold But she got her SAG card pulled And turns tricks down on Cahuenga And she tells herself it’s research For her next and greatest role I miss you girl I hope you’re fine Good luck, love Or goodbye She calls you up just to hear you say she’s fine Then she’s gone away And you know there’s only one more time You’ll hear of her again It’s life informing art informing life again Like every stupid kid Who thinks that they’re the first in pain The first to rip themselves apart The first to try and live without a heart I miss you girl I hope you’re fine Good luck, love Or goodbye I want to see your face Even hear your lies Good luck girl Or goodbye Goodbye Goodbye
11.
Maya 03:35
I want the woman who would want me Velvet temple of her body But seeing lovers crushed together Doesn’t make things any better Maya, maya Kiss me through the veil I won’t be ungrateful I see angels gathered round me Lips of raspberry, breasts of honey Tear me open, sanctify me Find the beauty that’s dying inside me Maya, maya Kiss me through the veil I won’t be ungrateful Oh, this hunger of this body is insatiable Ever wanting Tear me open, rip it from me Fill me up again Or give me nothing Maya, maya Kiss me through the veil I won’t be ungrateful
12.
Well I’ve done it again Made spectacular claims And have lied in the name of a good love And I think I recall Someone brought me here But the memory’s not clear of just who it was A good love, a good love You define yourself by your company By the promises you make And the ones that you keep Sleep the sleep of the blessed Dream the dreams of the whole And forget when you wake How far you’ve fallen down below You could blow me a kiss If you think it brings luck It’s the faith that makes it work So what the fuck, why not Sleep the sleep of the blessed Dream the dreams of the whole And forget when you wake How far we’ve fallen down below Down from a good love We had a good, good love

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