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On Lockdown
01:57
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I guess I had a meltdown on
My fifth day of lockdown
Stuck up in the old suburban bunker
Wondering if we'll ever find a way out
I picked a fine fine day
To throw the keys away
Now everyone's on lockdown
And every night is just the same
The same old song gets a different name
Maybe I've been abused
God knows that I have abused you and
I'm frightened by what that says about us
Would we even be together, baby, be honest
Or is it just because lockdown because
We're all on lockdown
Will things ever be the same?
I'm on a mission got to get some fucking beer
I'm on a mission want to get up out of here
DON'T GO ANYWHERE!
DON'T GO ANYWHERE!
Baby please don't go
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Give Me a Mask
02:55
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Give me a mask
Give me a mask
Please don't feed the headlines
Keep your diet musical and
Tailor-made for April Fool's Day
You can disembowel your critics
There's just no place to bury them but
There's at least 15 ways to beg for attention
The selfie not taken is the best one you'll never take
Give me a mask
Give me a mask
God, please build a wall to keep people
Who want to build a wall, out
Your wry sarcasm on Facebook has been duly noted, now
Abraham Lincoln said,
"Screw the better angels of our nature" and
My mother once built a quiet, contemplative Jumbotron out of newspaper
Give me a mask
May I please have a mask?
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Keep your social distance
Don't stand so close to me
It's not that I don't like you
I just have to be free
Don't wait for Uncle Sam to brief you
Defy the experts at your peril
There must be 50 ways to share a virus and
50 ways to keep things sterile
2020 has all been but cancelled
(Yeah, I just took a big hit)
Sometimes I feel just like Miss Macbeth
Washing my hands until the skin splits
If you can't keep your social distance
Risk your death and my existence
If you can't just do the right thing now
We might never get out of this self-isolation routine
Keep your social distance
Don't stand so close to me
It's not that I don't want you
I just have to be free
2020 has been all but cancelled
Yeah, 45 just took a big shit
Sometimes I feel just like Charles Manson
Out, out, out, out damn spot!
If you can't keep your social distance
Risk your death or non-existence
If you can't just do the right thing now
We might never get out of this self-isolation routine
2020 has been all but cancelled
Yeah, we've all been through some shit
Sometimes I feel just like Foghorn Leghorn
Looks like soda pop, watch it fizz!
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Sprung from magic mountain
Like a filthy new Babylon
My hypno-quantum lying baby
My lying baby, I'm moving on
You got tangled in the old spot
Said nobody was going to give you a new shot
Does shivering in the cold, cold wind
Make you stronger my old friend?
It's not like it's our last chance
No one should ever make you feel like you're a runaway
Waiting for all the bad times to slowly fade away
I had a grave affiliation with
A troubled man down at the railroad station and
I burnt up all your Federalist papers
The night they drove Old Dixie down
My saxophonist madman
When do we activate the new plan?
What if I can't hear you any more?
Or see the fog rolling in?
It's not like it's our last chance
No one should ever make you feel like you're a runaway
Waiting for all the bad times to slowly fade away
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Just Beneath the Exit
01:52
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Just beneath the exit
You can see us drifting away
Turning into something strange
Heat kicking up in all directions
But the pensive door remains
I am a sleeping cow
Let me lie where I lay
With albino eyes and
Heavenly dreams, tonight
Let me stretch in the tall grass
I am a moderate prince
Soaking up golden rays of sonorous sun
Until father returns and says it's done
We will surmise and rise
Just beneath the exit
Follow fire exit signs
Just below the exit
With designs for glory
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If you ask the boys to play
Why won't you feed them?
Nowhere else to stay?
Why not stay here, today?
She flies it
She spies it
He try it
Oratorical symphony got hit
In the baking sun
He was on the run
San Francisco Man with a plan
Saves the world
Gets the girl
He's hustling through yet another year of failed relationships
Scrambled eggs and half-assed dreams
Little Man against the world
Sometimes it feels like Little Man against the world
Waiting for the storm and it's on the horizon
Pushing up the norm like a salesman
This is not a man of science
This is not a man of silence
Can't maintain the lane, my friend?
One day like a miracle
This will all disappear
Maybe Tuesday wasn't perfect but
It meant a lot to me
The toxicity of home towns
Brings us all together, now
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Sock Puppet Wife
01:45
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Are you ready for the new strain?
She said bring it on again
Are you ready for the new strain
She said bring it on again
We got really housed
Partied at the Tree
Stood up on the barstool and
Swore that we loved thee
I still love you now
Exiting the gift shop
We found you in a bad place
Sock puppet wife
Starts a new life
There is only grief in the wild black hairs of the night
In the wild black twisted hairs of life
I see you fly away
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Self-Isolation Row
05:40
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They're buying ads for the baptism
They're playing the recession down
The old ugly exit is empty
The uproar and confusion has been rooted out
There goes the all-knowing anti-Icarus
Who left him standing in the clear
He had two feet tied to the crane operator
The other foot was in his mouth
And the payroll con brigade
They be chilling when there's nothing else to do
Oh baby, that's just you and your dude this morning
On Self-Isolation Row
Oh baby, it's the longest road
They should've just cut my heart out
Least then I wouldn't still be breathing
This lingering frustration in and out, day in and day out
It's like a violent meditation
This bad chemistry of me and you
We both just want to be left alone
On Self-Isolation Row
They're buying ads for the baptism
They're playing the recession down
The ugly exit is empty now
Uproar and confusion all weeded out
Oh, great, here's the all knowing anti-christ
Who left you way down in the creek
Two feet tied to the firehose
Crane operator of the year
Then all those ladies and their congregate
They be chilling like they had it made
As your dude and you look in this morning at
Self-Isolation Row
Looking from all sides at Self-Isolation Row
The con brigade they be chilling like they love it
When there's nowhere else to go and
No one else is above it
As your dude and I look out into the morning snow
I know I'm probably going to disappear to
Self-Isolation Row
Do you think that you have it, now?
Is it something like you never had before?
I never know how the virus is
Unless you give me some more
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Woosley Columbus, Ohio
Sean Woosley is a singer-songwriter, and musician.
A noted figure in Columbus, OH pub
rock and alt. country, Woosley recorded a string of well reviewed records with his namesake, Woosley Band, beginning with 2000’s “Sometimes Mighty Tranquilized".
He has also released multiple online only lo-fi 4-track conceptual sketches that he records in his basement.
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