1. |
Going to Tampa
02:12
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I was cruising down I-4 with hate in my mind
And I stopped at an exit for food
I was leaving my hope and my world behind
And simmering in some kind of mood
I found archangel Michael in a Wawa bathroom
I bet you'll never believe me
I was staring at the sideways moon
I bet you'll never fucking believe me
John Darnielle sometimes sings about Tampa
And Ill sing right along with him
I don't really know what rhymes with Tampa
And John doesn't know my church hymns
I found my own face in a Wawa bathroom
Attached to the rest of my body
Downtown Tampa, time to meet my doom
At the bottom of one cup of coffee
Dance with me at the Castle in Ybor
We'll stay out well past midnight
How bout you show me what your arms are for
As you hold me in clouded starlight
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2. |
Doorstep
01:23
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The unfortunate state of the matter is
I fall in love too easily
Wherever I may go
With men who are quite close to me
Is it a crime to love so many
When so many are full of love
A close up of your hands
Becomes a constellation above
I linger in your doorway
Much too scared to say goodbye
There's a laugh in your smile
Always my reflection in your eye
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3. |
Going to Orlando
01:49
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Have you ever gotten drunk in Orlando
And stumbled down its streets
I've never gotten drunk in Orlando
In the summertime Florida heat
Have you ever danced all night in Orlando
Under fog machines and disco balls
At 80s night at the Barbarella
In the nice crisp Florida fall
I loved you when they played the Smiths
Which made us leave the venue
Oh, I'll sing to whatever god made my soul
And whatever angels sent you
I loved you in the parking lot
With smeared makeup at 2 am
Our vinyl clothes soaked in sweat
With glitter caught in the hem
And I know I'll remember you forever
Even though we'll never die
And I'll hold your sweet hand forever
Underneath the Florida sky
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4. |
Orange Peels
02:12
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Men like us are made of orange peels
Held tightly over the compost bin
Unpeeled in these shower stalls
And whatever hell you leave me in
Men like us are rotting from the inside
There are dust mites in our eyes
We hang up a model crucifix
Then go watch the falling skies
Men like us are cursed with humanity
But adorned with god's own gemstones
We eat our meals amongst angels
Who refuse to leave us alone
Men like us have sweaty bodies
Covered in the earth's brown dirt
Men like us are made to hold each other
Or die whichever comes first
Because there are no men like us
And we're utterly alone here
But in your sparkling eyes my darling
I can't find a single speck of fear
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5. |
Icarus
02:00
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Oh Icarus I know we could be in love
With your dope ass wax wings
Let's destroy the sanctity of marriage
Oh my boy we could do so many things
Last time I saw you you were flying
Close to the super sexy sun
I really can't blame you for that one
You were your fathers only son
I'll pick you up in my brand new boat
So you don't drown in the ocean
We'll sail on back to the Florida coast
We'll party and have so much fun
And I'm here with my binoculars
Watching you fucking die
But darling you know that I'll catch you
When you fall right out of the sky
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6. |
Cowboys
01:11
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Cowboys are usually gay
Don't ask where I got that info
I don't care what you say
I only care what I know
It's gay for a man to wear jeans
And that hat's queer as fuck
So if you like ass and thighs
Then boy howdy you're in luck
Lil Nas X was a cowboy
Brokeback mountain too
If you don't argue with me on this
Then I won't argue with you
Because cowboys are usually gay
This is a well known fact
And in those denim cowboy pants
They're usually fuckin packed
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7. |
Snow
02:03
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Don't you ever ask for more
You want more
You taught me to hate
And I'll participate
In your dumb schemes oh
I know that there is more than this
I pray that there is more than this
I hope that there is more than this
I know that there is more than this
There's eating snow in the Florida heat
And I'm drinking all my spirits neat
But oh God
Let there be more than this
Ensure there will be more than this
Just promise there will be more than this
I know that there is more than this
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8. |
Penis Music
01:08
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I went up to New England
To meet a homosexual man
We drank a 6 pack of beers
And I even held his hand
He had a punk stitched jacket
And that testosterone hairline
I'd write more songs about him
If I only had the time
So if you encounter that bachelor
Somewhere in the states
I hope you're doing fine
And I hope he's doing great
This is penis music
This is a song about cock
This is a mountain goats cover
This is punk rock
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They said we'd be reborn out of stars
And carry our names on white stone
But God's never been to Daytona
And God's never left me alone
The bleeding body of your savior
Will stain the streets of Seabreeze
Take a walk on down to Beach Street
And lose yourself with great ease
Find your next blessing at Abraxas Books
And sort yourself out at Walmart
Don't call me when you lose your senses
And when the whole world seems to fall apart
Because they said we'd be reborn out of stars
And carry our names on white stone
But God's never been to Daytona
And God's never left me alone
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10. |
Honorary He/Theys
00:30
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John Darnielle
Martin Gore
Marc Almond
Marc Bolan
David bowie
David Byrne
Kurt Cobain
Kurt Harland
Robert Smith
Robert Pattinson
Mads Mikkelsen
Jesus Christ
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11. |
Hannigram
01:03
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Serial killer in the corner
With a bloody scalpel
Meals on the table
So wont you tell me, Will
Have you got a few minutes
For a therapy session
I'll ask just a couple questions
Then we'll be done
So if you see me in Italy
Don't call the cops
We can keep this charade going
It'll never stop
Cause if we both end up in jail
We'll know where we are
So Will don't try to run
I know you won't get far
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12. |
Sunken Miami
01:02
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Angelicum
Oh the Long lost glory
Of Miami
In God we trust
Though the waters swell
Water, spirit, and seed
For your immortal soul
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Cadaver Cable Florida
Formed in 2019, Cadaver Cable is the passion project of a Florida goth, and, sometimes, his friends. It's made up of 2am
compositions, phone voice memo recordings, twenty-dollar keyboards, sore hands, and desperation.
A friend of the band jokingly referred to its genre as "corpse-core." Another said "it has a very deranged haunted quality." The genres of the albums are not consistent at all.
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