I don’t do anything, anything at all
I don’t do anything at all

I don’t do anything, anything at all
I don’t do anything at all

When I’m not sure what to do,
Don’t know which way is true

I’m not sure what to do,
Don’t know which way is true

I don’t do anything, anything at all
I don’t do anything at all

I don’t do anything, anything at all
I don’t do anything at all

I don’t do anything, anything at all
I don't do

I Don't Do Anything at All

Montage last month’s lessons on a Monday
Waiting and ready for more
Think you wanna quit summer’s nest
But with an all-access pass, it’s the feet that go first

That you grew up wild
That you grew up wild
Such a screw up
That you grew up wild

Paranoid scum only a day out
With the conquest already out of town
Raised from survival, forget all the money, piney woods belt
Now you decide who goes
Fed up, and tired
Now you decide who goes
Fed up or tired

Didn’t think you’d get here anymore
As a cynic, you knew it had to be cyclic
Better take note of where you’re at now
Remember that things can always change some how

That you grew up wild
That you grew up wild
Such a screw up now
That you grew up wild

Paranoid scum only a day out
With the conquest already out of town
Raised from survival, forget all the money, piney woods belt
Now you decide who goes
Fed up, and tired
Now you decide who goes
Fed up or tired

Now you decide who goes
Fed up, and tired
Now you decide who goes
Fed up

Fed Up & Tired

White sands glistenin’ in the bitter wind
Is life just death post-poned?

Wave to your ghost, the host with the most
What kind’s the most in common with me?

Form kept the score, but I’m comatose
Does the dead still visit your dreams?

It’s not beneath your feet, it’s between your ears
It’s a personal battle between you, and your fears

It’s not always what you were given, it’s what you create
You make your own meaning wherever you roam

Where ever you go
That’s where you are

Where ever you go
That’s where you are

Where ever you go
That’s where you are

And what do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

With deadpan doom, and minimal grace
Don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way

May not even matter
The dead always visit my dreams

It’s not beneath your feet, it’s between your ears
It’s a personal battle between you, and your fears

It’s not always what you were given, it’s what you create
You make your own meaning wherever you roam

What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?

What Do You Want

She said, “Songwriting’s easy...”
“Look around, if you don’t believe me.”
As I’ve covered all this ground, there’s been one thing I’ve noticed
The trouble did leave me, and this way I know
When I went around and skipped the town
The devil named music could never deceive me

Maybe I’ll fuck around
‘Cause country ain’t only in the South
Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out
I never could leave it, but I always forget 
Louisiana, I’m passing through
Only business this time, I’m rambling on

In this life of leisure
The thin line between pain and pleasure
They say “No sweat, no get.”
”No pain, no gain.” ’til you’ve settled your debt

It’s how I feel about cookin’
If you don’t burn it, you’ve gained a skill
Searchin' for each, and every single thrill
And it never stops me lookin’

All the places I’ve seen (and I’ve seen a lot)
Have given me a delight, but I’ve been feelin’ more bold
I’m needin’ more diamonds ‘cause I’ve got all the gold

Maybe I’ll fuck around
‘Cause country ain’t only in the South
Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out
I never could leave it, but I always forget 
Louisiana, I’m passin' through
Only business this time, I’m rambling on

Maybe I’ll fuck around
‘Cause country ain’t only in the South
Went out to the mountains, had a cabin fever to sweat out
I never could leave it, but I always forget 
Louisiana, I’m passin' through
Only business this time, I’m rambling on

Ain't Only In The South

Going down an unpaved road
You won’t find me pickin’ bones
It is said you reap what you sew
If you don’t, you won’t know

Heavy-handed rainbows
Wake up in same boat
Now the wind comes rolling up
Always longer, the way in

All the green been long done gone
Left her nothin’ but a sprig
Of jasmine in her hair
Is all that’s left

Gone goose
Gone goose

We shall surf eclectic tides
The sound walls of sickly smoke
We shall ride erratic lights
In utero of our wake

Lay our spines against the plane
Away from our pain
All we have is dream freedom
Mesmerized by dancing flame

Gone goose
Gone goose

Gone Goose

I can’t make any money down in the Redneck Riviera
Serving rum drinks in plastic and non-local seafood fare
Their tippin’ is low, it’s nearly from an earlier era
I tell myself - either they don’t know or they don’t care

I went down to the beach to gather some seashells
I like the little ones with the twirly-dad heads
I grabbed for one, but then I knew that I was mistaken
It turned out to be the butt end of a Marlboro Red

It’s not that I’m some laissez faire tree-hugging hippie
It’s just that when I see some litter something hits me
And I ain’t no organic, free-trade, gluten-free, veganese, vegetarianism-ist critter
It’s just that Earth was the only place ever known to me

The trash doesn’t come from dumpsters, bags or even cans
But it walks down the beach with an uneven farmer’s tan and a cold ’Stone right in its hand 

And with a prideful rebel yell to remind me I’m in hell
They’re believing the south will rise
Right down here in the Redneck Riviera

So I take pride in picking up in the Redneck Riviera
While laying in the surf and enjoying the breeze in my hair
Either you don’t know, or you simply don’t care
But you better tip, and clean up your shit, keep your racist tattoos hidden - when you’re down in Southern Alabama, also known as the Redneck Riviera

Redneck Riviera

It’s a notion older than dirt
But don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt
But then again it’s only an urge
It’s a notion older than dirt

Working hard and not getting paid
Proof of character, I guess it is
But she told me not to only love the Benjamins

You can say I don’t know any better
You can always say I don’t know any better
But you can never call me older than dirt

Don’t hang me on my horse
I’m the primary witness to my luck
How could I fuck it up anyway?
How could I fuck it up anyway?

It’s a notion older than dirt
But don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt
Then again it’s only an urge
It’s a notion older than dirt

It’s not only gumption
But also action
It’s not only itch
Also initiative

It’s a notion older than dirt
Don’t bother if you’re risked to hurt
Then again it’s only an urge
It’s a notion older than dirt

How old is dirt anyway?

Notion

Down in the south rockies is a house
In the place of red willows, at the foot of the blood mountains
Past the bridge where sinning men drink red cinnamon
They say "So much for death, so much for death"

I wanna go where I can have my happy meal
In a whiskey ditch near the little house in Taos
I need a six foot deep hole like a shovel to the head
Where I lie trying to put my fingerpicking to the grind

I got a real bad thing with timing, even worse with rhyming
Making poetry in kitchens with loose cannons & screws
Hoping that this next sleep will bring me peace

But I still could take you towards Red Willow
I think they said it was somewhere over this way
Maybe over past the bridge
Or a little bit more south
Red Willow Way
It’s somewhere around here where I think we've been already before over and over and over and over

I’ve been thinking bout you (oh no, oh no)
I’ve been thinking bout you (oh no, oh no)
So much death and so much life, doesn’t it all sound like a good time?

"Here for a good time, not a long time"
Have you heard that before?
Yeah, I bet you have

"Here for a good time, not a long time"
Have you heard that one before?
Yeah, I bet
Yeah, I bet

Red Willow Way

Surrendered a fight
With mindfulness and Miller Lite
Self-loathing’s all I’m gettin fucked by tonight

Each day is a new struggle
It’s just gets so hard to juggle
The tangled & warped nature of my mind

Only doing what I learned to deal
To run, to hide, placate, and to steal

But just because you’re good at somethin'
Doesn’t make it good for you

Woke up feeling like death
Tell myself I had a good time
Stealing happy from the future, but what’s sustainable about that?

One day at a time
Trying to maintain
Working against my brain
Didn’t believe I’d survive this long

Only doing what I learned to deal
Gotta be another way to heal

And just because you’re good at somethin'
Doesn’t make it good for you

Just because you’re good at somethin'
Doesn’t make it good for you

Just because you’re good at somethin'
Doesn’t make it good for you

Just because you’re good at somethin'
Doesn’t make it good for you

Good at Something

Set out on a ramble with one goal in mind
Sort out the shambles of my life

Said "Get it while the gettin's good"
Stepped right up like I knew you would

Used to think it was luck
Too many late nights are wakin' me up
So if the sun’s good gettin’ then maybe

We’ve got it good

Got on the plane and didn’t look back
When you’re living on the road no need to unpack

When Uncle Bob said goodbye
Didn’t know he was gonna die
Smokin' in the woods of Kentucky
Some say he’s still pretty lucky

Maybe he’s got it good
Maybe he’s got it good

Stepped on the gas and didn’t look back
All this running doesn’t leave much to miss

When Uncle Bob was gonna die
Didn’t know I was sayin' my goodbye

Smokin' 'woods in Kentucky
Some would say he’s still pretty lucky

Maybe he’s got it good
Maybe he’s got it good

Montana is on fire
Montana is on fire
Montana is on fire
Montana is on fire

Are we not too far gone after all?
Are we not too far gone after all?

Maybe we’ve got it good
Maybe we’ve got it good

Montana is on fire
Montana is on fire
Montana is on fire
Montana is on fire

Atma

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