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Altar Boy/33
04:20
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I was an altar boy stealing turpentine
Turning time with Mary Francis
I kissed the neck of a tabernacle girl
As she lit the candles
My whole body trembled
Down to my soul
Down the fiery aisle to the king
Of a Sunday swarm of miscreeds
Could you believe the American in me?
Kneeling down forever
On cold black beds of embers
Down in my soul
The empty pulmonary ghost in my chest
The pain never seems to rest
Now I’m thirty-three and probably should be more thirsty
For things like Jesus
Now I’m his age
When he died
I was an altar boy feeling serpentine
Serving time with Father Matthew
I masturbate and then reconciliate
Two black orbs above me
All those sins inside me
Down in my soul
Pouring holy water on his hands
As he blew the candles
I made love to a boy before a girl
Haunting me forever
A nightmare caught in amber
Down in my soul
The empty pulmonary ghost in my chest
The pain never seems to rest
Now I’m thirty-three and probably should be more thirsty
For things like Jesus
Now I’m his age
When he died
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Empty Bottle
03:16
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I'm a rock bottom biter
Chasin' down Uber drivers
You fell for me full throttle
Back at the Empty Bottle
Come slay with me
Through the fat ass rats and the drunk psychopaths
And sway with me
Like drapes in drafty, drab apartments
Throw your white harms around me
The boy with the growing army
Chasin' down last year's model
Down at the Empty Bottle
Come slay with me
Through the constant fate of garage alleyways
And stay with me
On half a couch, gun shots down the block
Hold me
Tell me who you think I should be
Poor me
I'm a bit too half in the bag
To see
Smashin' into something down at Marie's
Probably isn't who I should be
Come slay with me
Through the fat ass rats and the drunk psychopaths
And sway with me
Like drapes in drafty, drab apartments
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October(Otr)
03:26
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My heartache is narrowed
My bones spilling marrow
On pillows filled with thoughts to die young
My window is arching
Down Armitage marching
Dead leaves on white kids' white Keds
I'll take October on the rocks
And trouble November when it's here
My bloodline is buried
In gray cemeteries
All over the suburbs Northwest
With Jesus and Nero
And all the five pharaohs
I wish I had gold in my tomb
I'll take October on the rocks
And trouble November when it's here
I'll take October on the rocks
And trouble November when it's here
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Night Swallows [Me]
02:34
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Ballad of a Mad Man
05:13
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I'm on your side but I should apologize
For almost leaving you in Bismarck, don't ask why
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Badlands
04:36
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Fur Trader Los Angeles, California
Fur Trader is the project of LA songwriter Andrew Pelletier. Born and raised in Illinois, Fur Trader songs blend 60s folk pop with the 90s melodic complexities of Elliot Smith, and nods to the baroque folk of Sufjan Stevens. Andrew has released a number of EPs as Fur Trader and works closely with producer/engineer Beau Sorenson (Bob Mould, Sparklehorse, tUnE-yArDs) ... more
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