written by Hank Williams i can settle dow-own and be doin' just fine til I hear an old train rollin' down the line then I hurry strai-aight home and pack and if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack i love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand when the lord made me, he made a ramblin' man some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good that I wouldn't settle down if I could but when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me there's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see sometimes it's har-ard but you gotta understand when the lord made me, he made a ramblin' man i love to see the tow-owns passin' by and to ride these rails 'neath god's blue sky let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea 'cause that's the life I believe he meant for me and when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand just say God's called home your ra-amblin' man

we were watching The Simpsons that episode came on Santa’s Little Helper getting sick the fear you had in your younger days don’t post it, just wait don’t post it, just wait just wait a little bit, little bit little bit longer don’t post it, just wait you’ll have more to say oh, i don’t give it thought anymore oh, where i fall, i’m on the floor lines have shifted, taking different roads i don’t miss it, i wish for more oh, i don’t give it thought anymore oh, where i fall, i’m on the floor lines have shifted, taking different roads i don’t miss it, i wish for more my sweet sweet baby Nikita could i make you my god? my sweet sweet baby Nikita can i make it? can i make it? my sweet sweet baby Nikita could i make you my god? my sweet sweet baby Nikita can i make it? can i make it? i started thinking about Zu when that episode was on Morty, too, how different compared to that time in your younger days don’t post it, just wait don’t post it, just wait just wait a little bit, little bit little bit longer don’t post it, just wait you’ll have more to say oh, i don’t give it thought anymore oh, where i fall, i’m on the floor lines have shifted, taking different roads i don’t miss it, i wish for more my sweet sweet baby Nikita could i make you my god? my sweet sweet baby Nikita can i make it? can i make it? my sweet sweet baby Nikita could i make you my god? my sweet sweet baby Nikita can i make it? can i make it? there’s gotta be something there something there for me, just open up and breathe and i know that i Godard, i know it’s so inevitable Walden, Walden, i’m on Lake Walden wondering if i should let go Walden, Walden, i’m on Lake Walden different world, pond different to yours skills lie in the patience i have to let myself go taking different roads i’m, i’m, i’m, i’m, i’m, i’m, i’m, i’m raised from the middle of nowhere under the shadow of Reagan i was in the kitchen, 1997 singing Bidi Bidi Bom Bom dancing like a woman

not sure what to give in a set of stars doesn’t matter, really, does it? unsure what to give in a set of stars doesn’t matter, really, does it? wonder what it means account of all the aimlessness all songs end, all stars burn do i care then? all songs end, all stars burn do i care then? all songs end, all stars burn do i care then? all songs end, all stars burn do i care then? all songs end, all stars burn do i care then? all songs end, all stars burn do i care then? all songs end, all stars burn do i care then? all songs end, all stars burn do i care then?

fumbling for my wallet to pay for my espresso wrinkles on my knuckles, they’re new to me starting to see grey hairs afar in the mirror looks like life is catching up, looks like life is catching up she doesn’t know me, but she told me she’s written a book she doesn’t know me, but she told me self-published on Amazon she doesn’t know me, but she told me she’s written a book she’s written a book i smoked weed last night for the first time in a while the only way to listen to the new Del Rey i no longer feel no more peaceful, anxiety takes center stage self-reflection in Yakima, convinced i don’t have my legs self-reflection in Yakima self-reflection in Yakima there was a tile on the bathroom floor that i convinced myself was the grim reaper when you don’t have time for making friend you don’t have time to keep one either, either i’m good at avoiding what’s bad for me but one taste and i’m all the way in, touching death when my circuits aren’t so connected as they are when i’m sober i was reading Annie Dillard to replay the solar eclipse prism in the shadows on the pavement from the leaves this clown she sees in a hotel, self-reflection in Yakima looks like life is catching up feel dumb like so many other people, but i love everyone all the same hot-head so traumatized, convince myself i don't have a gift on the wrong track, i hate myself i smoked weed last night for the first time in a while the only way to listen to the new Del Rey i no longer feel no more peaceful, anxiety takes center stage self-reflection in Yakima, convinced i don’t have my legs self-reflection in Yakima self-reflection in Yakima there was a tile on the bathroom floor that i convinced myself was the grim reaper when you don’t have time for making friend you don’t have time to keep one either, either i’m good at avoiding what’s bad for me but one taste and i’m all the way in, touching death when my circuits aren’t so connected as they are when i’m sober let it be, let it be, i say it’ll go on anyway let it be, let it be, its the only way seems things easily slip away, whether here or in the now or in my favorite things, can’t keep up with the pop cult it goes by faster than my shifts than my grip on the things that make me give a shit like this house, the cats, the dog, my love, my friends who i’m used to not giving enough let it be, let it be, i say it’ll go on anyway it’s the same as you--- ---for the first time in a while the only way to listen to the new Del Rey i no longer feel no more peaceful, anxiety takes center stage self-reflection in Yakima, convinced i don’t have my legs self-reflection in Yakima self-reflection in Yakima the only way to listen to the new Del Rey i no longer feel no more peaceful, anxiety takes center stage self-reflection in Yakima, convinced i don’t have my legs self-reflection in Yakima self-reflection in Yakima

written by Daniel Johnston listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growing old some would try for fame and glory others aren't so bold everyone and friends and family saying, "hey, get a job why do you only do that only? why are you so odd?" "we don't really like what you do we don't think anyone ever will it's a problem that you have and this problem's made you ill" listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growing old some would try for fame and glory others aren't so bold the artist walks alone someone says behind his back "he's got his gall to call himself that he doesn't even know where he's at" the artist walks among the flowers appreciating the sun he does this all his waking hours but is it really so wrong they sit in front of their TVs saying, "hey, this is fun" and they laugh at the artist saying, "he doesn't know how to have fun" the best things in life are truly free singing birds and laughing bees you got me wrong says he the sun don't shine in your TV listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growing old some would try for fame and glory others aren't so bold everyone and friends and family saying, "hey, get a job why do you only do that only? why are you so odd?" "we don't really like what you do we don't think anyone ever will it's a problem that you have and this problem's made you ill" listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growin' old some would try for fame and glory others just like to watch the world

(features iterations of "That Black Snake Moan" by Blind Lemon Jefferson, as well as Lead Belly's version of "In the Pines") exit the parking garage through the stairs the elevator’s broken and we really need to drink americano black as a coal miner humidity of an Ohio summer we laughed when we saw the Masonic center there was now a church it’s an Urban Outfitters and we stopped so i can check out all the records that i can’t afford fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me down at Clifton, this guy named Duke i didn’t have anything in mind just wanted to pop my cherry so i knew an expression i thought about a lot and felt that it said so much about me which is funny because now i know that you never stay the same, but only in body so i got it done in a tacky gothic font down the ribcage where a spear can go, god complex strong (i was fig'ing...*3)%@#) down my ribcage it says ‘fire fire fire fire walk with me’ lost in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine lost in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine fire fire fire fire walk with me we left the parking garage, exit to the street the elevator was broken fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me fire fire fire fire walk with me there’s that voice in my head every time i think it’s gone it comes howling back calling me home lost in the pines, in the pines where the sun don’t ever shine (lost in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine) mmmm, black snake crawl in my room (lost in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine) ahhhh, black snake crawl in my room (lost in the pines, in the pines, where the sun don’t ever shine) some pretty mama better come and get this black snake soon black snake is evil, black snake is all i see black snake is evil, black snake is all i see ah, black snake all in my mind ah, black snake no time ah, black snake eclipse sunshine ah, but i’ma let this light shine this little light of mine, i’m gonna let it shine this little light of mine, i’m gonna let it shine this light no more, this light no more black snake, my one true friend

the flower was in a shade the other, though, decided to roll Pennywise in the drain on the way back home some kind of radiant and wonderful heaven some kind of out of this world you make all the girls light up when you go home, it’s a man down when you go home, it’s a man down stone cold, but that’s okay how else to stay cool in a world in flames on the way back home some kind of radiant and wonderful heaven some kind of out of this world you make all the girls light up when you go home, it’s a man down when you go home, it’s a man down

i used to have to take off my headphones to get the aux cord into the hole i’ve been on this game, another distraction to make that i can do it like a pro now i make songs like the films when i was young wouldn’t even move the camera for you now i’m cluttering central loops if i can get lost in the monotony of one little loop then i can’t complain of the monotony of the work i do i’m on the roll, somehow i’ve let it go pork chop motherfucker, i got beef with you don’t need to be ‘round pigs like you i try to be humble, modesty is key but sometimes i have to let the brag flag free i’ve hit a string of good luck, good luck i’ve started to think that this is just the way our minds are wired to go i’ve left so many jobs, the monotony was too much yet the art i click with is slow now i make songs like the films when i was young wouldn’t even move the camera for you now i’m cluttering central loops if i can get lost in the monotony of one little loop then i can’t complain of the monotony of the work i do i’m on the roll, somehow i’ve let it go pork chop motherfucker, i got beef with you don’t need to be ‘round pigs like you i try to be humble, modesty is key but sometimes i have to let the brag flag free i’ve hit a string of good luck, good luck i was playing songs by Leonard that he made for McCabe & Mrs. Miller so distant, on delay in a world different from yours i was playing songs by Leonard that he made for McCabe & Mrs. Miller so distant, on delay i-i-i now i make songs like the films when i was young wouldn’t even move the camera for you now i’m cluttering central loops i’m on the roll, somehow i’ve let it go pork chop motherfucker, i got beef with you don’t need to be ‘round pigs like you i try to be humble, modesty is key but sometimes i have to let the brag flag free i’ve hit a string of good luck, good luck

written by J. Primrose(?) folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary, see my baby there; she's stretched out on a long, white table, she's so sweet, so cold, so fair let her go, let her go, god bless her, wherever she may be, she will search this wide world over, but she'll never find another sweet man like me now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches, put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat, put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain, so you can let all the boys know I died standing pat an' give me six crap shooting pall bearers, let a chorus girl sing me a song. put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head so we can raise Hallelujah as we go along folks, now that you have heard my story, say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze; of anyone should ask you, tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues