Folk

I am your philosophy, I tell you where to go
I am in all you breathe, I am not what you knowCHORUS
I can feed you in your time
I will keep you in good form
I can guide you when you need
To divide the stormYou are a demi-god, You swim in lakes of gold
You fall among the trees, And you are forever oldCHORUSThere are no truths in here, No absolution in the fight
But maybe there is something good out there, Hidden in the lightCHORUS

Looks like you know
where you are headed
No more surprises up your sleeve
The future is no longer dreaded
And I am sorry for youThere is truth in uncertainty
Meaning in the winding of the wind
Being static is no way to be
And I am sorry for youCHORUS
No more time to discover yourself
Time to realize what you’ll never haveYou never meant that much to me
Ok, maybe that’s a lie
But I am still sorry for youI wear this hairshirt, you wear a crown of thorns
Both forced metaphors of heartache and scorn
All engineered to make me feel
Sorry for youCHORUS

It’s been three weeks and several days
They say I’m looking fit
And I suppose my will is holding strong
But I really feel like shitMy doctor said I need to get in shape
My Wii Fit called me obese
So I signed up for the online program
And now my hunger won’t ceaseI’ve been on Weight Watchers for just about a month now
And I’m fuckin’ hungry all the time
I don’t wanna be fat but I don’t know if I’m ready
For a whole new eating paradigmI get what feels like a whole bunch of points
And blow through most of them by lunch
I’m finding sneaky ways to get my sugar fix
For dinner I ate a bowl of Captain CrunchI’ve been on Weight Watchers for just about a month now
And I’m fuckin’ hungry all the time
I don’t wanna be fat but I don’t know if I’m ready
For a whole new eating paradigmThis is my fourth time on program
And I always do real well
Until I finally lose interest
and all my hard work goes to hellBut I lie to myself and
say this time will be different
But I never try to figure out how

I’ve been on Weight Watchers for just about a month now
And I’m fuckin’ hungry all the time
I don’t wanna be fat but I don’t know if I’m ready
For a whole new eating paradigm

I’ve been on Weight Watchers for just about a month now
And I’m fuckin’ hungry all the time
I don’t wanna be fat but I don’t know if I’m ready
For a whole new eating paradigm

Hello there, Missoula
You’re everything I ever knew
Where the mountains lean in to listen
To the stories that you whisper
And the sky, it doesn’t get much bluer
Than it does with you
Oh Missoula,
I’ll be missing youSet out on the road to find
A not-too-long-lost friend of mine
She and he had moved away
A month before her wedding dayBut great old friends are friends indeed
And that’s the kind of friends I need
So 18 hours and a thunderstorm later
I pulled up to her house on BakerChorus4 years more and I got a call
Come back and see us in the fall
Got some news and you’ll meet her then
We’ll have a little girl named WrenChorusMaybe this time I’ll never leave
What do you think, my friend, is there room out there for me?

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Steve was a good friend
Not my best but we hung out every now and then
But we were trapped in
Some hellish futuristic distopiaThe sadistic leader was pairing us off
to make us fight for sport
Though my own bad luck, I got picked out of the crowd
And then he pointed his finger at SteveI had to kill my friend in a knife fight
Survival of the fittest on a micro scale
An ugly knife fight, staring each other down
It was me who had to drive the final coffin nailI was a bigger guy, so they gave me a scalpel,
Steve some rusty serrated carving knife.
We didn’t make eye contact at first
Wanted to divorce this whole scene from real lifeHe ran at me quickly, and but I dodged him easily
I didn’t quite know what to do
He had a look in his eye that clearly said
Sorry man, it’s either me or youI had to kill my friend in a knife fight
Survival of the fittest on a micro scale
An ugly knife fight, wearing each other down
It was me who had to drive the final coffin nailIt went on like this for minutes to a silent crowd
Until Steve made his fatal mistake
He lunged too far and fell to the ground
I could see he knew that that was it

I jammed my scalpel in the back of his skull
He seized almost without a sound
I kissed his head and said “Sorry, man”
And we were done with the elimination round

I lumbered back into line, with a tear on my cheek
Wishing I could be anywhere but this
I couldn’t look back to face what I’d done
I just waited for the next insane test

I had to kill my friend in a knife fight
Survival of the fittest on a micro scale
An ugly knife fight, tearing my insides out
It was me who had to drive the final coffin nail

Another bottle of gin, garcon
And a bottle for my friend
We’ll be here all night
And if we make if back
Then we’ll be here right through the endYa see his wife left him
and my father passed
So we’ve reason enough to drink
Cause another bottle is much easier
than spending time to thinkSo pour me some whiskey
And pour him some wine
And we’ll laugh until we cry
If I had the chance
I’d be drinking with you
Until the day we dieThere’s far too much sorrow in this ugly world
To much for me to bear
But as long as I’m here with you my friend
I’ll have a drink to shareWe’ll be here through the good times
and here through the bad
We’ll be here when no one one will
And when I’m down it brings me
up to know that there’ll be someone to get the billSo pour me some whiskey
And pour him some wine
And we’ll laugh until we cry
If I had the chance
I’d be drinking with you
Until the day we dieNow the old men sitting at the end of the bar
Don’t seem so old anymore
It’s far too easy to see ourselves
Sitting there, old men by the door

We drink our way though women
and our way through work
Yeah we drink until it’s time
To admit that we’re done even only if
it’s because we’ve blown ever dime

So pour me some whiskey
And pour him some wine
And we’ll laugh until we cry
If I had the chance
I’d be drinking with you
Until the day we die