Spilt Milk

by Bailey Teeth

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1.
Nothing Special 05:10
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NOTHING SPECIAL You can bounce from one nasty place to another You can stay home and wait for Mother to call You can hope for a lucky break and a starring role You can hope for a patch on the hole in the floor It’s nothing Nothing, nothing Special It’s nothing, nothing special at all Say your piece and be done with it Make your wave and pound it against the shore Latch to the masses, or brave yourself a “Special Case” Carve your initials into the jailhouse wall It’s nothing Nothing, nothing Special It’s nothing, nothing special at all You can wait You can wait it out alone Alone, alone, alone It’s nothing Nothing, nothing Special It’s nothing, nothing special at all At all At all At all
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Walking Out 04:09
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WALKING OUT Seems the time has come For walking out A rope around the throat Called home Pack your bags and choke Ride a goat out of town I’ve stripped it to the bones Now I’m walking out It’s a sorry habit It’s a sore spot It’s a soft sandcastle It has to happen Seems the time has come For leaving town Write another role In a boat full of holes It’s a sorry habit It’s a sore spot It’s a soft sandcastle It has to happen Seems the time has come For walking out Seems the time has come For getting out
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Prayer To Mother From A Stillborn Son 04:54
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PRAYER TO MOTHER FROM A STILLBORN SON Prayer to mother from a stillborn son This son who mouths “Mom” on creak-board floors at dawn Yes, mother I am the dead one Lost before launch And my brother the silent one Who talks from God I am the hole and he the holy one And you the hostess with all hope gone Who asks for answered prayers Who asks for answered prayers Who asks for answered prayers Who climbs the shithouse stairs Prayer to mother from a stillborn son And there’ll be nothing but silence when I’m done Yes mother I am the dumb one With a stubbed toe for a tongue And my brother the good one All hope with no story and no chart Lost him to history, left me to bomb One life saved, one robbed Who asks for answered prayers Who asks for answered prayers Who asks for answered prayers Who climbs the shithouse stairs Who lusts for hallowed halls Who lusts for hallowed halls Who lusts for hallowed halls Cleans out the bathroom stalls
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Rock Song For Ann Teta 03:46
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ROCK SONG FOR ANN TETA I’ll pull my way out of this wet cement summer I’ll pull my way out and sing “LA LA LA LA!” I’ll pull my weight enough to buy a seat on a Greyhound I’ll pull my way out just as soon as I can touch you (Ann Teta Community Choir) I called you up from a laundromat payphone And when you picked up I said “LA LA LA LA” When my time ran out it’s like the whole world deflated I walked the whole slum screaming Teta, I want you (Ann Teta Community Choir)
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On Your Way Out 04:08
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ON YOUR WAY OUT I penned a million paper pink slips One for everyone I've known I X'd a red on every headshot It's safe will all those faces gone Ripped receipts and cardboard boxes Are all that's left I have to show I'll close my eyes and tip a bottle I'll leave those memories alone On your way out I wrote this song, I wrote it stupid I wrote it fast, I wrote it wrong I wrote it though you'll never hear it I wrote it to move the night along And if you someday come across it You can laugh and say "I'm glad he's gone" But baby please don't fret about it Just leave those memories alone On your way out
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Spilt Milk 04:25
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SPILT MILK Spilt milk in pools all over the kitchen counter Spilt milk it drums along the lines of your face Spilt milk goes sour as soon as you split the spigot (An emergency exit) Spilt milk it always makes a fool of me Spilt milk flies on nostalgia days Shield your eyes with your wiper blades, and get on Spilt milk collects in spots of scum on the carpet Spilt milk it dries as hard as newspaper ink Spilt milk between your knees and in the wasted seeds That you plant in the pavement Spilt milk it always leaves us hanging Spilt milk flies on nostalgia days Shield your eyes with your wiper blades Spilt milk runs in the sidewalk grates Be careful not to get washed away in it At Zita’s house In the Lakewood rain At the Spirits Plus Liquor store again I can't find it
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It's Darren's Birthday 03:44
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IT'S DARREN'S BIRTHDAY It's Darren's birthday so we baked a cake Blew up balloons and threw 'em around It's Darren's birthday so we bought colored ribbons Ripped them to pieces and tacked them to the wall Ain't it laugh when you're digging your own grave? It's Darren's birthday so we cut up confetti Poured in some glitter, and tossed it up It's Darren's birthday so we set all the tables With napkins and plates and paper cups Ain't it laugh when you're digging your own grave? When you've got a good friend You've gotta take care of him Put your money in his mouth And his pictures in your frames When you've got a good friend And it's his special day You have just got to bake The fucker a cake It's Darren's birthday It's Darren's birthday today
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Wasted 05:46
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WASTED Throw a fit Slam the door Tell the world You won't take it anymore Smash a glass On the wall Tell your girl You don't love her You make A good case Eating crow By the crateful Losing faith Saving face Little babe Burning rubber You're wasted, wasted, wasted Walking out In the cold In control You sure told them off Cross the street Yellow cab Another lap Colfax alleyway It's best When you're up When you're afloat When you're on your own But where Will you go When you're alone? You're wasted, wasted, wasted Keep away if you can From the man Who calls himself a cad Heavy heart Soda flat Flag always flapping at half-mast He's wasted, wasted, wasted
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You Don't Make The Days 03:22
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YOU DON’T MAKE THE DAYS Don’t suppose That all the new days Are black holes And all the old days Are milestones And all the trophies Are met goals Cuz you don’t know You don’t Cuz you don’t make the days You don’t make ‘em So don’t, don’t assume That all the good things Are good for you And the bad things They put you through Were the worst things They could do to you Cuz you don’t know You don’t Cuz you don’t make the days You don’t make ‘em
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Refried T 06:40
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REFRIED T Bring me refried tea to bed Well I'm sorry if I wear you down Leech another cup of blood Well I'm sorry if it leaves you drunk Drag a patch-job out of the trunk Well I'm sorry if the air leaked out I'm sorry I let you down Pirouette on your broken hip Well I'm sorry if it put you out Ram your silver spoons down my throat Well I'm sorry if you swallowed come Burst this balloon for a redder one Well I'm sorry that I left you alone I'm sorry I let you down Bring me refried tea to bed Well I’m sorry if I spit it out I’m just another stray cat you found Cowering in the City Dump Clip my claws and lock me up Well I’m sorry that I got around I’m sorry to let you down Risk a patch-job Holy hatchet Spare the child And make a man of it Bring me refried tea to bed Well I'm sorry if I wear you down Leech another cup of blood Well I'm sorry if it leaves you drunk Drag a patch-job out of the trunk Well I'm sorry if the air leaked out I'm sorry that I let you down
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Anything Is Possible 06:21
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ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE Put a brick on a brick And you'll build a wall (Anything is possible When you put your mind to it) Cup your hands in the dirt And you'll dig a hole (Anything is possible When you put your mind to it) Foster a spark And stoke it aglow (Anything is possible When you put your mind to it) So blow on your dice And give 'em a roll (Anything is possible When you put your mind to it) If you've got a lot, you can always get more And when you get yours you'll run farther, faster And if you've got none, put your trust in your Lord Stare at the ground, and wait for the stars to fall The man with the gun shooting blanks at the sky (Anything is possible When you put your mind to it) The face in the photograph waving goodbye (Anything is possible When you put your mind to it) The lost & found box in the back of the store (Anything is possible When you put your mind to it) Christ on a crutch punching holes in the wall (Anything is possible When you put your mind to it) If you've got your share, you can always get theirs And who needs a pair when you can go solo And if you've got none, put your trust in a God Stare at the ground, and wait for the heads to roll
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Harmonica 05:44
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HARMONICA She gave me a harmonica For my birthday In a little blue case She stole it from her job At the music store I couldn't play it I tried Sitting in the bathroom Of our apartment in New York I couldn't play it I lost it I tried
13.
Song Written On A Plane Taking Off 06:20
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SONG WRITTEN IN A PLANE TAKING OFF The stewardess is seated, unholy rolling Boulders and seat-backs upend the Hudson I can read the numbers on the airplane wings Ceiling steepled; all sail wrong We don't belong up here at all The woman I left behind was named Baby Bad Luck Her love was made of cat food cans, bluff and butterfingers Whose fault is it that everything We touched together turned to worst? Even now, my pencil snapped as I wrote her this song This is the bumpiest part of the plane I don't mind so much anymore if it crashes Let us go up in flames Broken wings, broken legs, broken plane The stewardess is standing up She brought me a ginger ale The marker on the TV seat says we're over Nebraska I can see zipper miles plying my life apart Fly this plane into the sun, or into a wall This is the bumpiest part of the plane I don't mind so much anymore if it crashes Let us go up in flames Broken wings, broken legs, broken plane
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Waitress Walking Away 04:18
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WAITRESS WALKING AWAY We'll go to the top In a car in a parking lot That vibrates Another day done And was it a good one? Are we closer to our dreams? In a booth in the back Where a speaker plays "Back in Black" Barely Cassius Clay On a silent TV Closed-Captioned And we pool all our cash And the waitress takes it away We're so much older, in the same place And the waitress is walking away The waitress Is walking away Away, away, away

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released September 27, 2023

Wambeke wrote all the music and played it
Porter wrote all the lyrics and sang em
Both of em played drums at different times
Way back when

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