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The Overcoat

by The Overcoat

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1.
Simple Man 04:34
I'm just a simple man I do the best I can I'm just a simple man Got no attention span Wash my windows, clean my floors Go outside then back indoors I'm paralyzed, I'm just not sure What I'm terrified from, I can't ignore I'm just a simple man Got no attention span God made a simple man I'm just part of his plan Now that I have done my chores Who's the T.V. asking for I'm paralyzed, I'm just not sure What I'm terrified from, I won't explore I dream dreams at night that I can't recall I turn on the light, walk down the hall Standing at the sink, I let it run Listen to it think, it speaks in tongues, it's done Tie my robe up tight and walk outside Stars are shining bright where they reside I pull out my hair but it grows I recite a prayer that I know and it goes . . .
2.
Young Moms 04:55
The doctor's head won't stop shaking Says he's never seen anything like this The kids grow horns and they piss blood In quarantine where mom can't kiss them Young moms give up You didn't ask for this Her fingertips on the glass Wonder how much time must pass until The children's faces are books in the rain Her daughter's voice is a bird call miles away She takes the train but it breaks down It's in the tunnel when it breaks down Cell phones open, cigarettes lit But they die and they extinguish I'm all alone at the center of the earth Something's wrong with Their birthday cakes and songs Won't be sung here We can't hear but we can seize All my memories Wrap them in the clinic's sheets Paint them black The train and riders gone for good Her old friends fight ancient wars The dreamless sleep of the dead An evening sky with no stars
3.
Fantasies 03:28
Drive through the snow Work's rough, I know it Smoke break outside against the wall Small talk they don't know, they wanna know If only I stayed in the van when he unzipped his jeans I could have Trembled, froze, and not ran from the scene as he reached for my hand I'd only confide in you so you felt like you knew the pain Pick up the kids Weekend with them planned Camping upstate and they can't wait Silence lakeside, I dip my feet and close my eyes If only my pops packed his bags, absconded with his porno mags In divorce court there'd be no white flags At home my mom would make drinks for her dates They'd wait and wink while she picked out a negligee I race through time to find old gray me pouring tea He speaks, he sighs and describes what he sees but I run If only I were locked up in a cellar somewhere without food And all my captors burnt me with their cigarettes and stripped me nude Three months later cops would show and neighbors and the news crews
4.
Barn Burning 05:10
Lanes of grim faces Dirt on my hands under my fingernails Cold, sterile places Feet on the marble floor, I must take the stand And I feel The old fierce pull of blood again The eyes of law are taking in I'll lie straight through my teeth and then My pa will limp away Wipe your feet Were you born in a barn or what? Twice your fee That's what the rug cost in gay Paris So I'm told The flames are rising Our shame subsides again The rich will burn, they seldom earn The trust of common man Enemy What do you see What do you say You're standing in the way I'll burn you for us all Kerosene Boy go fetch my kerosene And don't you know that Wood and hay can burn And flesh, and crops, and coin It all can burn I'll burn it to the soil Run and warn them I should've known you don't take after me You can't choose your blood You'll see and you'll scream The white man burns He never learns
5.
Get Chose 04:09
We'll get down on our knees We will stick our tongues and wait Let the crackers melt down We were told that there would be wine Save our souls, eager souls We're your lambs Cut our throats When the red ball burns high The sticks, bamboo, and straw supplied on the peak We pray and tweak the bird's right arm What a sight from afar, a great sight from the sky The giant silver bird will land once we've proven we can wait Once we've lived up to it's demands You're so humble, god-like The freshest of robes You say that god's like, “Y'all gotta get chose” Bathe our feet in the mud We'll get down in the dirt This world's a dog that just won't Lie down before the bird This's world's a dog that needs killed Before the bird returns
6.
wb 05:00
7.
Kid's Bones 06:12
You knocked me up and then (Kid's Bones) You knocked me down the stairs You chalked it up to god You packed your bags for church Kid's bones in the yard, dry as the sun bakes I'll gather them all as my hands shake You left me all alone (two months) To bleed and bleed You called me on the phone (to say) You were type AB Hours in the house spent scouring for your things Fires in the yard devour all your things Ashes in the baby bottles from your things Hunger in the days to come craves your things Kid's bones in the yard, dry as the sun bakes I'll gather them all as my hands shake Piece him together as best I can with what I can find He drags his skull, doesn't mind I draw a bath and wash the dirt from his mouth He starts to laugh, but nothing comes out
8.
The front yard crawls up to my waist The mailbox retches bills and junk bills and junk bills and junk bills Last month's news stacked neatly The corners waving at passing-by cars Please, I sit and wait for you Won't hesitate for you You can be anyone that you want Crane my neck back and I'll just howl at the moon Looking back I never learned how to care For now it's quiet and my hands are still clean No broken glass and no leaves crunching outside Come one, come all Squatters, lifters, curious kids I've got nothing but time and a chair and my hands You're invited to trespass My guest of honor

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released April 5, 2011

Andrew Slater: Vocals/Baritone Guitar
Sam Wilmoth: Bass/Vocals/Keys
Pete Wilmoth: Drums/Vocals

Charlie Wilmoth: Viola/Violin/String Arrangement, tracks 1, 2, 3, 7, & 8

Lyrics by Pete Wilmoth with Andrew Slater except "wb" by D. Samudio 

Instruments recorded by Ryan Hizer with help from Trey Curtis
Vocals recorded by David Klug
Additional recording by Brian Spragg

Mixed and Mastered by David Klug

Artwork by Adrian Ghenie
Design by Andy Pickens

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