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1.  Sinkin'

2.  Hey Dad

3.  The Agreement Song

4.  Springsong

5.  Takin Cover

6.  Say You Love Me Too

7.  Chips & Dip

8.  Sinkinn Deep

9.  Dog

10. Sunk

05  This is the distinct link between TRAVELOGUE and SPACESHIPS GUNS AND BOOBIES

10  Makes sense.

15  We'll see what happens

20  BOW BOW

25  It's a banjo.

30  Is this a good idea?

35  They think the harmonica's a bagpipe.

40  It's not quite Lynyrd Skynryd.

45  It depends on what your experience is.

50  Everything happens for a reason.

05  R-600s ride on them to go to war.

10  Gandalf is in Hurricane Island.

15  Andy's not going to be here for the music festival.

20  Now, understand it.

25  I don't even remember how it...uh.

30  Do do doo doo doo doo.

35  "A Woman's Work," maybe that's her.

40  Rear view mirror?

45  I felt really weird for a week afterwards.

05  They all played and sang at the same time.

10  Looks like a Reaver.

15  Do you know what happened in the second season?

20  ...And they're playing to the Queen of England and shit?

25  I betcha it happened all over the place at the same time.

30  Blond guy. Blond guy?

35  In the middle of the street?

40  Just like it usually was.

45  It's called "they're turned."

50  Have a fastback on it?

55  Nice!

05  ...that always feels good to...

10  I just started seeing musicians out on the street

15  It's like an undefined thing

20  I like cool new stuff

25  It ends with the epilogue

30  It's a good TMD record

35  We drove and talked about it

40  F sharp was never really in it

45  ...amp out in the kitchen...

50  It's just a guideline for dumb people

05  The computer talked to LOGIC

10  Maybe I was overreaching

15  ...weekly or monthly...

20  I love you, Paul

25  Turn the dryer off because we're doing tracks

30  This is like a brand new fucking thing

35  That's a bummer

40  I haven't even looked at my notebooks

45  Strictly because I don't have a CD player anymore

50  Just barely get a mark on it

55  Dark chocolate, that's the way to go.

I don't even remember recording this motherfucker.

I love this fucking song.

Written by Brian Lutz.

It's a piano song.

I'm a Baltimore guy.

As close as we come to the Clash.

...At Brian's insistence.

Nothing's important.

It's not neglect!

Fyodor Dostoevsky, folks

You never know quite what to do

You shut up when I'm in the room

You lead me around by the tongue

I see it all clear as the sun

You love me when I play guitar

Then throw me away in the yard

You lead me around like a dog

So lead me around like a dog

Do do do do do do do do do do do do do

All right yeah

You lead me around like a dog

So cook me some breakfast tonight

I'll hold you if you got to puke

I'll hold you 'til you feel alright

Puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke puke

Alright yeah

Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday

A different world a new country I found out today

It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a

Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway

Driving on back to my home where the radio's free

Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE

Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road

Every once in a while I just want to explode

The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk

Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk

Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil

Every musician I know they just want to be real

Yeah

All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me

Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free

I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees

Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves

Sinkin deep

Yeah, sinkin deep

Ah-oo lord

Ah-oo lord

sinkin deep

Yeah sinkin

Sinkin deep

Here's some chips and dip

Have a nice party, son

I can see it clear as day

All smiling cakes and fun

Bring my chips and dip

To your party later on

I got some peanuts too

For your happy birthday song

Here's a dirty card

Don't show it to your mother

Here's a briefcase and a check

When's last you saw you brother?

Take my stuff on back inside

It's yours now take it light

Yeah and don't drink too much beer

When you're partying tonight 

No

I come from overseas

My dad and me no way

And I didn't see him die

My plane was late that day

My old house like a wall

I ain't ever left them doors

Look how they've wrecked my yard

I left my home

What for

So I got my kid chips and dip

He turned 25 today

I took him overseas

You should really see him play

My son looked kind of sad

When I said goodbye

But I taught my boy one thing

A real man never cries

(That's wrong)

Now I don't ever look back

When I drive my truck away

And I hardly see my kids

Except on Christmas Day

So I walk on up them steps

Take my shoes off and lie down

On my stinking single bed

On the lonely side of town.

Do you remember giving me your number

And your address too

Do you remember videos of thunder

Can't ignore you

Come sweetly watch your step and shudder

I thought that you were someone's girl 

To another empty form of flatter

But not from me

Hanging with my little sister

But you should be

Around my house at dawn for California

I'm a crazy man I thought I'd warn you

Now I'm too shy to drink you're so specific

This song is for you I hope you

Dig it love is what you make it

But it makes you

Just like dying hell you just can't fake it

But it fakes you

Come loudly watch your mouth and sputter

Faces in a whirl I'm taking cover

So what's the reason for all of this clamor

Build you with a chisel and a hammer