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Useless Eaters
05:32
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Drivin' all night through the rain and the snow
Been a long time since I first hit the road
I'll sure be glad to be getting back
To my little old hand made mountains shack
Where the swallows build their nests in the eaves of the barn
Carrying mud from the creek by the farm
Packing it with feathers & love to make it warm
And my dog in his house that my babies made
Where he likes to lie when he needs a little shade
And a little scenic nook in the cliff by the glade
Where my baby used to take me to get away
What's that I see- the land is foreclosed?
Someone cleared the birds out of the barn with a hose
I'm about to go crazy, but my baby left a note
Says I know it ain't easy but we'll start over
Where the swallows build their nests in the eaves of the barn
Carrying mud from the creek by the farm
Packing it with feathers & love to make it warm
And my dog in his house that my babies made
Where he likes to lie when he needs a little shade
And a little scenic nook in the cliff by the glade
Where my baby used to take me to get away
No one matters more
There's no one the heavens adore more
Every living thing dreams the same dreams
Deserves to live and pursue its meaning
Ain't no useless eaters
We're all God's creatures
Rich or poor, the land came before
Doesn't really matter whose daddy stole more
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Dig
02:17
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Every day I sit down at my desk
I answer the mail and read all the text
I dig dig dig but it doesn't stay dug.
Egyptian slaves used to carry the stones
It took a long time but the job got done
but I dig, dig dig and it doesn't stay dug.
Can't tell you how much I want to see the job done
Stick the shovel through and see the sun
But every day it's like I've only begun!
I'm spinning my wheels, the carrot's a trick
I'll never get closer and it's making me sick
I dig, dig dig but it doesn't stay dug
Bills and debt, I can't give it up
It all seems rigged like the game is corrupt
And I dig, dig dig but it doesn't stay dug
What's that I see, is it a trick of the light?
The tunnel opens up, I put my blinders aside
Praise the day I was born, I think I can fly
I ain't diggin' no more, I'm flying the sky!
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Gary Heidt Greensboro, North Carolina
Gary Heidt is a founding member of the Perceiver of Sound League, Mammals of Zod and Fist of Kindness. Born in Texas, he lived in NYC for a little under 30 years and now lives in Greensboro. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Heidt
Gary Heidt recommends:
Ahead of its time, but it's so long ago now that that wouldn't bother anyone anymore. Really several bands in one. Every album is different and every song on every album is different.
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Electric Objects.
by Fist of Kindness
Grizzled post-punk art rock NYC band with a lot of country grits and soul.
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Roll The Bones X
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This anniversary rerelease features never before heard songs, demos, and rare tracks.
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Night Owl Sessions
by Shakey Graves
The two songs that Shakey Graves performed for NPR’s Night Owl series are available for digital download for the first time ever.
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Shakey Graves And The Horse He Rode In On (Nobody's Fool & The Donor Blues EP)
by Shakey Graves
An official release of two long-sought-after EPs from Shakey Graves, packed with rarities and home recordings.
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And The War Came
by Shakey Graves
A masterful step up the sonic ladder for Shakey, keeping his DIY ethic intact while polishing a couple of edges.
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