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Order of the Arrow

by Donivan Berube

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1.
Ahbinreedis 02:55
I've been workin' really really hard At keepin' my mouth shut At growin' out my beer gut At tryin' to keep my hair from gettin' cut But I don't really think it's working out I'm still sleepin' on this old couch Tryin' to rediscover what my life is all about I've been rediscoverin'
2.
I've been trying to forget my past Before it catches up with me and kicks my ass The doctor says it wouldn't hurt too bad I've been feelin' like my nerves are ready to collapse And I've been trying to pick me up some French Spendin' every afternoon out on that picnic bench Spittin' loogies till the yard is drenched And then you caught me tryin' to hop over the neighbor's fence Old friend where'd you go? I thought I heard you on the radio We haven't spoken since I lost my cell phone I quit religion and my car got towed The cancer in your chest it started awful quick Now all your friends are callin' you an amputit I saw that smile sneak across your lips And I said it wasn't funny but you said it is You were into speakin' Portugese Countin' off Icky Bicky Bonkey Fightin' mulch wars underneath the Christmas trees We were barefoot in our blue jeans
3.
Wide World 03:33
And so she quit herself to be with him And sang for him a lover's hymn She had written while on his love she was stoned He's already pickin' at her bones It's a wide world to close off She'd sit and listen for him to form himself through words From other places other towns Into the tangled weeds her heart was rolled Her name it never came along It's a wide world to close off Don't you unfurl Kick his downward swirl And get lost
4.
I'll remember both of our days from my death to second grade All the lonesome time in which I Forced you into waste While I tried and I tried to be worldly While we stared at that awful movie I was living in the upstairs of a stranger's house I shared You were sellin' off your ice cream Couldn't tell how much you cared While I drove and I drove us back home While you talked and you talked you were heart broke Now when I look at that horizon I can't help but feel nothin'
5.
Last time I saw you was in the Salvation Army I was stealin' clothes and lookin' hungry You were buyin' incense and fake palm trees You were nervous to tell me 'bout your new religion Your mind was racin' like two old pigeons Skimmin' garbage with indecision That was Champagne, Illinois You'd just had your baby boy He's gettin' big and he's makin' noise And you won't stop buyin' all those stupid toys Like he knows the dif between a simple stick And all that Chinese shit He's shovin' in between his lips Me and Marcell were bustin' up old air conditioners Singin' songs with no listeners Pickin' fights with my big sisters And strippin' copper wire Recyclin' bald tires Fake shotguns with hair dryers At three yard sales with no buyers I've been wishin' you would reappear in my life Sunburned like pumpkin pie Makin' beer runs at breakfast time But I remember we ain't all that alive and well I took our ashes to show and tell Just to watch all my friends run like hell Last time I saw you was in the old Walgreens parking lot Starin' up at the Red Box Tryin' to pick yourself a movie That your girlfriend would wanna' watch
6.
I's pickin' strawberries straight up from their skinny rows Everyone's wonderin' where you are and where you go I's pickin' strawberries straight up from their skinny rows I couldn't help but eat them all before we made it home
7.
Leedo Ceedo 02:53
We would spend our days At Little Cedar Lake You'd look around Into the trees, to the road and down I would be so calm Wondering what's wrong Are you scared to be with me? I'm not scared to be with you Down in Milwaukee We'd walk upon the street Your arm around me So casually At Lake Michigan You kissed me upon my cheek At Little Cedar You we're afraid of who would see You would get phone calls Out on the dock You wouldn't answer them You didn't want to talk I could tell That your love was true Something was tying you back Keeping you, blue
8.
Woods in the day make me feel great Woods in the day, I can't feel time I wish I could stay in these woods I thought I could, but then the sun set Have you seen the woods at midnight? Dark like a black hole in the night sky Like walking straight into the jaws of Some beast that you just cannot see Woods in the day, green canopy Still learning pine needles and leaves Woods in the day, patchy in light It saturates as the sun sets into night How I wish I was still there A tree fort made of children's gold Throwin' pinecones at our cousins Shaky flashlights in the cold
9.
Look at what all of your children have done to you now Don't have no hybrid car So we're buyin' up the gasoline It's all in politics It ain't up to you and me Most days I walk to work Feelin' kinda like a loser for it It's all in politics It ain't up to you and me Don't have no cell phone Don't have no washin' machine But I do my laundry And no one has to listen to me
10.
I stole your bike to go to work Just the other day And I jumped it off a fuckin' curb Landed on my face You'd of thought that I was in a race People asking if I was ok I guess you happened not to catch me at my best I was staring at the posters on the wall Of all the bands we'd stole from dirty bathroom stalls On all the nights we tried to buy some happiness We're always tryin' to buy ourselves some happiness And I've been pissin' all my summe days away Sleepin' in like all my time is here to stay And to the end of August till the start of May I'll be wishin' I was swimmin' in the lake
11.
Everybody's lookin' at the baby's face While she shoves another piece of chocolate cake She's laughin' harder than a dizzy race On an old 1980-somethin' super 8 And I would bet that you forgot about those Same thing happened to the radio We needed money so you let it go I'm sorry momma' that you had to sink so low I'm sorry baby that we had to sink so low I'm sorry baby that we ever sank so low Everybody's surfin' on the internet When all I wanna do is put this song to rest If I was any good I wouldn't need the press Or this awful nine-to-fiver cookin' food I guess I tried to make you supper nice and romantic But lit the kitchen on fire just a little bit I'm throwin' pennies in the tub so I can make a wish I'm sorry all my love is turnin' out like this I'm sorry all my lovin's turnin' out like this I'm sorry all my cookin' always tastes like shit Everybody's lookin' at the quarterback And what he used to be before his time went past But now he's someone else's trailer trash Drinkin' Pabst Blue Ribbon in a paper bag And every night he tries to overdose On wild cherry flavored cans of coke And marathons of all his favorite TV shows It's hard to think of any better way to go

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"Their best yet, period."
- Shepherd Express

"An organic affair that grounds ascendent melodies with earthy folk structures."
- Pop Matters

"Adds a splash of textured ambience to moody folk tunes with tuneful vocal harmonies. The results are rustic yet distinctly modern."
- Exclaim!

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released March 25, 2014

Jacquelyn Beaupre played everything.
Donivan Berube played everything else.
Doug Keith played some guitars.

Produced, mixed, recorded, and everything else by Kevin McMahon.
Mastered by Jamal Ruhe.

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