Kiner House

Primal
Took a walk on a trail
It was well off the beaten path
Up ahead saw a cat, a big cat
Had a knife in its head

And the man that put it here
Was slumped up against a tree to my left
And he wasn’t breathin’
Neither were breathing
Primal

I was scared to approach
But eventually I did
Found above his head a hand written note
Shaky with adrenaline

Do you know what it said?
Because I knew what it said before I read it
Said, “Im already dead.”
Yea im already dead yea im already
Primal
***

written by Triana Montserrat 
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Primal

Everything is free now
That's what they say
Everything I ever done
Gonna give it away
Someone hit the big score
Figured it out
That we're gonna do it anyway
Even if it doesn't pay
I could get a tip jar
Gas up the car
Try to make a little change
Down at the bar
Or I could get a straight job
I've done it before
Never minded working hard
It's who I'm working for
Everything is free now
That's what they say
Everything I ever done
Gonna give it away
Someone hit the big score
Figured it out
That we're gonna do it anyway
Even if it doesn't pay
Every day I wake up
Hummin' a song
But I don't need to run around
I just stay home
And sing a little love song
My lover, myself
If there's something that you want to hear
Fuckin' sing it yourself
'Cause everything is free now
That's what they say
Everything I ever done
Gonna give it away
Someone hit the big score
Figured it out
That we're gonna do it anyway
Even if it doesn't pay
***

cover by Triana Montserrat
as performed by Flock of Dimes and Sylvan Esso
written by Gillian Howard Welch and David Todd Rawlings

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Everything Is Free Now

Seems like i wake up each day waiting for the call
Where you ask me if I miss you at all
It ain’t come yet,
but it’s comin I’ll bet

Spent many-a-hour
Many-a-day
wondering what it is I might say
But the honest truth?
It comes out when I sing

Girl I’d be
Sleeping in one of your t-shirts if I had one
Spend my days dreamin bout us
building that cabin
And getting some goats
So we can say we have kids together
Honey I love you forever

This might just work
If we can get real honest
Bout why we don’t work
And how bad we want it
We’re like a hurricane
Without the Novocain
God love our love
God damn our pain

Call me some time
(You’ll) See I got something to say
No promise to make
Just one to keep
We can start talkin it over
At the cowgirl cafe
My darlin what do you say?
***

written by Triana Montserrat 

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Cowgirl Cafe

It hurts more than I remember
Id rather not remember at all
but I've given up forgetting
and now I have to feel it all

My heart it broke under a full moon
and the moon it shone
right through my sign

and i dont know if that makes it hurt more
but im thinkin, yea,
im thinkin it might...

My heart it aches and
my body is cold
and my stomach is sick
and my face it shows it all
***

written by Triana Montserrat 

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Buck Moon Waltz

I live in a Dutchmen trailer
Lost my job as a wanna be sailor
Off the docks no reason to stay
All the money in the world was never gunna save her

I see soil, you see paydirt
On your knees to the man you cater
Try as I might it’s not in my nature
Fly by night so I might taste her

Oh my lady up in humboldt
Loves me well, Rough and tumble
Oh my lady in humboldt
Loves me well She does

Oh my lady up in humboldt
Loves me well, rough and tumble
Oh my lady up in humboldt
Loves me but it tumbled to the ground

Smokes tobacco raised in hay
A shepherd to a runt shar-pei
The very best of friends were they
And the two became my family

I sure enjoyed her company
Too bad as troubled as I was me
My pain it made her run one day
I never asked her once to stay

Oh my lady up in humboldt
Loves me well, Rough and tumble
Oh my lady in humboldt
Loves me well She does

Oh my lady up in humboldt
Loves me well, rough and tumble
Oh my lady up in humboldt
Loved me best she could
***

written by Triana Montserrat 

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Rough and Tumble

Hanging around for
a plug that you never met
counting on him being real sweet
like the last two guys, who always lit your cigarettes
im not sayin you’ll wind up dead
but you can expect to give some head
I hope my voice pops into yours…

Go home girl, get in your bed
and in the morning
you’ll still wish you were dead, I bet, but
you can pick up your phone and send me a text
I’ll come watch you get stoned and I’ll
Make you breakfast in bed

Hanging around for a feeling that you never get anymore
Youre knocking on doors that don’t open no more
But you hang around still, yea
You hang ‘round for thrills and in your head you don’t think
In your heart you a whore for anything, everything.
It feels like apocalypse, blood on your pretty lips
Please man just one more hit

Go home girl, get in your bed
and in the morning
you’ll still wish you were dead, I bet, but
you can pick up your phone and send me a text
I’ll come watch you get stoned and I’ll
Make you breakfast in bed
***

written by Triana Montserrat and Madeline Loewe-Pollock

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