| Song | Use You Allusion I & II |
| Artist | Library Voices |
| Album | For John |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The skyline like a stale pepsi cola | |
| The western place, the wilds of nowehre | |
| Smoke stacks coughing up clouds | |
| A siren out on the asthma town | |
| She’s in the graveyard getting high | |
| Some old fling with jealous thighs | |
| Cruid oil and cruel lovers | |
| Fools gold for a prairie summer | |
| You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. | |
| The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks | |
| Cursed in church, prayed for rain | |
| Burning diesel while you wait on trains | |
| Another crop circle mystery | |
| I saw your name in the mercury | |
| Chemical nights and mineral rights | |
| Air dums and chine whites | |
| Playing roulette with a loaded girl | |
| They say that love is a barn on fire | |
| You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. | |
| The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar | |
| I don’t think it was that drink she nursed | |
| It must’ve been that mickey in her purse | |
| Make up smudged like a prison tattoo | |
| They carried her out like Christ on the cross | |
| Every love story is a ghost story | |
| How do we sleepy when our barns are burning? | |
| You can’t fake it for long, You can’t fake it. | |
| Your days are numbered like that beast | |
| Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall |
| The skyline like a stale pepsi cola | |
| The western place, the wilds of nowehre | |
| Smoke stacks coughing up clouds | |
| A siren out on the asthma town | |
| She' s in the graveyard getting high | |
| Some old fling with jealous thighs | |
| Cruid oil and cruel lovers | |
| Fools gold for a prairie summer | |
| You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
| The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks | |
| Cursed in church, prayed for rain | |
| Burning diesel while you wait on trains | |
| Another crop circle mystery | |
| I saw your name in the mercury | |
| Chemical nights and mineral rights | |
| Air dums and chine whites | |
| Playing roulette with a loaded girl | |
| They say that love is a barn on fire | |
| You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
| The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar | |
| I don' t think it was that drink she nursed | |
| It must' ve been that mickey in her purse | |
| Make up smudged like a prison tattoo | |
| They carried her out like Christ on the cross | |
| Every love story is a ghost story | |
| How do we sleepy when our barns are burning? | |
| You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
| Your days are numbered like that beast | |
| Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall |
| The skyline like a stale pepsi cola | |
| The western place, the wilds of nowehre | |
| Smoke stacks coughing up clouds | |
| A siren out on the asthma town | |
| She' s in the graveyard getting high | |
| Some old fling with jealous thighs | |
| Cruid oil and cruel lovers | |
| Fools gold for a prairie summer | |
| You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
| The days are rusting like that mustang you keep up on blocks | |
| Cursed in church, prayed for rain | |
| Burning diesel while you wait on trains | |
| Another crop circle mystery | |
| I saw your name in the mercury | |
| Chemical nights and mineral rights | |
| Air dums and chine whites | |
| Playing roulette with a loaded girl | |
| They say that love is a barn on fire | |
| You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
| The days are wasted like the foreman belly up at the bar | |
| I don' t think it was that drink she nursed | |
| It must' ve been that mickey in her purse | |
| Make up smudged like a prison tattoo | |
| They carried her out like Christ on the cross | |
| Every love story is a ghost story | |
| How do we sleepy when our barns are burning? | |
| You can' t fake it for long, You can' t fake it. | |
| Your days are numbered like that beast | |
| Your days are burned out like those kids hanging out behind the mall |