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Open World Avalanche

by Mike Downey Tape

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Drop of the hat and I might wonder Days away I take it on the chin to begin I got the door to the key The poster's dripping down With four walls holding out all right Right or wrong Drive the spaceship through the halo It's all a gas
2.
Room in a building locked like a prisoner Wait for time in the yard Stripe all the solids Tracking an endless form through a universal horizon And let's tank the colourguard Based on pretense and motivation Tired lights glow through the microscope Carbon paper design And I like kicking clouds but that's not a thing I do
3.
Through fading lies the bummer surprises us and the hands clasp Behind the squeaks are halfwit leaks that wetten us and fatten us like the cows we are And don't you like the way that trouble always finds us in the end And don't you want to know which way is up in the carbon cloud Which way is up, which way is down This life is sweet but it checked me out Besides it costs too much Tie another on for The Greatest Hits
4.
Thinking of me Roll of the dice Sticking out your neck I'm jerkin around, figuring it out But I'm a flash in the pan Who knows when I'll give out Just a roll of the dice You're thinking for three Who am I? Sticking out my neck again Fucking it up Rolling the dice Just a flash in the pan Over again, you've heard it before
5.
All day long the temperature's wrong This isn't a song And the rest of the day was lies and mistakes Let's cut to the chase Stick to the plan Babe can I be your man and own the jokes and learn to coax you out? I had a feel like I caught a raw deal Based on the facts; the quality of that It's a long way down again I had a feel like I had a heart to steal
6.
The trapperkeeper under microscope There's the gas It's a place It's a feeling Bus to shuttle out to suburbs Tram to train and to load out again And the radios are playing the same songs The city streets are wall to wall beer tents Block by block Sync to rendezvous I hope we don't miss each other too much
7.
Dreams based on rounding corners Stated by counting backwards Specifically for collecting spiders Things, time to drop the hammer Only give me what matters Do you want me now or never? Receipts for tracking subtractions Because I think I need one Just for keeps Just to give it away
8.
If we've been waiting for 100 years then here's 100 more Lombard sightings, I guess you were there Sifting through the clues in the thrift It's all used It's all mine When I tried to wear the cape it was full of holes So New Lenox Rentals Drifting through the years At the thrift Completely scared and in love
9.
The light's shut out The hotbox cold If sleep's a skill then I'm winning now Controllers are set full trap so soldier on We're soldiers I crush a soft pack I'm stacking the racks I'm licking the wounds that battle me back I've got a sharp tongue I'm winning right? We're moving on So trip the alarms We're set to stink I'll tank the gas so we can drink all day
10.
I wanna know your name, where you came from and how you feel about the road You came drifting through the fields and the hills but I'll see you at the show You'll be hangin' with the kids in the club, getting dumb You're alright and the poison tastes so sweet The last few days the beggars been keepin back their hands And the way your lips are speaking all your shit Got me feeling like a man Drivin' with a left arm tan We're alright and the poison tastes so sweet The way I watch your shadow disappear, it comes as no surprise And the gasoline drips down the walls The engines in our eyes Peelin' down the streets in the rain You're the same, we're alright
11.
Turn and cry, cry Who's on the airwaves? My traphouse queen again Oh top class war girls Let me wrap my head around As I turn to cry, cry Who's on the airwaves again?
12.
I'll be rounding the corner boys with bells on It's better late than never to circle the wagons
13.
I got a hand in it but I found another hole in my pocket I used to mess with it Picked it up but baby I dropped it And it's a quarter turn to get it back to the heart And there's a tipping point but baby I don't know where to start Where do we start?
14.
I can do whatever I want It's a free world I can tune into anyone in the room Except you You're complete As I trace the lines across your palms Through the door Another war in a family frame Tried to tie another one on before we go And this change happens now And I'm stuck in the corners of your mouth I tried to bury the maps but the highway rode it wrong And the clouds were filled with trash on the highway I saw the traps but missed the catch The highway rode it wrong If I'm the field then you're the fence
15.
I took the dead jobs and stacked them up, a quarter pack To kiss the girls To feed the seeds Hang on a dead phone You'll fax it in and I'll quote it out Looks like old hat Feels like a new star To reach to your goal To catch my eye Selling the house and I wonder why

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Written and recorded by Mike Downey March 2017 - January 2018 to 4-track cassette.

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released January 18, 2018

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Audio Graves is an archive of Mike Downey's solo and side projects spanning from the mid-'90s through 2018.

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