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Third Wheel
01:49
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when you're a third wheel
it kinda makes you feel
like a tricycle
made just for adults
youre big, dumb, ugly
and cumbersome
associated with a bum
taking up space in the bike lane
everyone thinks you're in the way
but a tricycle
can't help it was made
or that it's ungainly
and maybe it stayed
way past its welcome
it didn't know
there's limits to kindness
or where to go
you can't really blame it
for ignorance
it was born a tire short
with just three rims
and a tricycle
made just for adults
the derision
is kinda built right in
they can't help but laugh
it's like a photograph
from a different era
a grotesque chimera
with no purpose or place
in the modern age
i'll just ride away
i'll just ride away
on my tricycle
made just for adults
even though i'm not one
even though i'm not one
even though i'm not one
of those
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Camou
03:06
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I never been hunting but I think I'd like to try it
Alone in the forest wearin' orange but tryin' to hide it
...with camo
Soon's you say you like a thing
They got you all pinned up, gotcha under their wing
Ain't it nice to be part of a tribe
Knowin' what to wear
And who you're s'posed to bribe
Everybody used to go to a parade
Now nobody wants to show, and be out there on display
…we’re all afraid
Soon's you say you like a thing
They got you all pinned up, gotcha wearin' a ring
Ain't it nice to be part of a tribe
Knowin' all the rules, and who you're s'posed to hide
I'm just me, I'm just me
Sippin' things and bidin' my time
I'm just me, I'm just me
Don't know the plan, but I'ma be just fine
Got better things comin' down the line
I never been hunting but I think I'd like to try it
Wouldn't kill a single thing but I think I'd like the quiet
...and the camo
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Two Little Birdies
01:46
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Two little birdies were lookin’ for a worm
Was early morning, even early for a bird
One pecked the other, she said why’d you do that for
It’s what our brother did done to me before
That little birdie did not like how it felt
Seein' his sister’s beak begin to melt
He searched the whole yard and underneath the hay
He found two worms but he didn’t eat that day
Late in the evening when everything was dark
She felt uneasy when a pup began to bark
He squeezed her tightly underneath his wing
He would protect her from just about anything
Here comes a bullfrog spittin’ his bull spit
The two little birdies would have none of it
They dropped off a package expressly for him
Fresh, hot, white- they gave exactly two shits
They did some warblin’, imperfect harmony
And of course some warrin’ about who gets which tree
They had each other so it’s hard to understand
Why that one birdie flied away in the end
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Camou - Instrumental
03:05
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redhen Brooklyn, New York
redhen is the super serious pseudonym of Sarah Galvin. You can find her ridiculous country tunes over at sarahgalvin.bandcamp.com
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