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I'd like to say something about you
But I have no way to really speak my mind
'Cause English is a language that I haven't used much lately
To say what I need to say

I die desire
I see require
I need, I care, I fall, I fare fairly well
It's just my mind's in hell

Heart on my sleeve, leaving a stain
And I don't know how I'll deal with the strain
If the future gets warlike, I hope there's a truce
For now I'm defending, remaining abstruce

I'm chuckin' a torch down each blind alley
Following through with a mental drain
Getting back on the road that I've never been off of
Licking the wounds that I've gouged in my brain
Does it sound insane?

I've long lost count of the mental "I love you"'s
Guess I don't say them too much any more
Maybe I'd like to just start it all up again
Maybe that's what I've been singing this for

I die desire
I see require
I need, I care, I fall, I fare, I eat those who approach my lair
I live, I die, it's only fair, I fare... fairly well

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from So Whaddaya Think?, released November 14, 2002
Featuring John LeBec on piano, Mike McPherson on trumpet and Mike Stocklin on saxophones

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Mark Lint Madison, Wisconsin

Catchy, homespun tunes ranging in style from power pop to folk ballads to alt country, laced with a sense of the absurd.

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