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Alive & Well
03:39
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These distractions..
they can make you lose your mind
when you're up to what you know you shouldn't do.
It's easy to find
yourself in nothing but a joke.
Now at it I'd laugh,
and for myself id keep a smile
this time around.
I'm gonna make it through these hills alive and well,
we're gonna make it through these hills alive and well.
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2. |
So Long
03:57
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I set my porcelain effects, a portion of them behind me.
I gather all of my regrets, and push them into the street.
I burned my money for a chance to remember
a day when a silo in the distance was again my view
from a window, sitting silent in the hills.
So long, say I
Was wishing curses on the hard bitter wind
that blew all the birds down again,
fortunately I will follow your quiet cry.
So long say I, so long say I
Sealed up all the leaks that drip above my bed
in hopes that the next man doesn't have to think again about the drain
leaking water from the man upstairs who showers every time you give a damn about
sleeping in.
I walked a hundred feet and then a hundred miles.
Then and only then did I stop to sit a while and breathe
something real,
not that foggy shit we see in the city we forgot.
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3. |
Tiny Cars
03:23
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Look at these tiny cars.
Lock 'em up lock 'em up.
Hammer to the window,
keys to the door,
come one, come all.
I've gone belly up belly up
belly up belly up
Now you've gone and fucked up my day,
you've wasted my time.
Now it's only tick tock tick till I blow,
tick tock tick till I blow
But would you look at these tiny cars?
It wasn't a mother or a father,
a lover or a friend..
it was this stupid little toy.
These things break every day.
These things break.
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4. |
Old Vincent
03:11
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Pick a color, name it rose
drop a seed, and there it grows.
His favorite it was until one day
on top of that rose he laid.
Dirty thorns bit into his skin
and woke him up to that bottle of gin.
He worked all day to set it up right,
but on his knees he wept all night.
Who's that walkin up the road I see,
is it you, is it you?
Whisper not for I cannot speak
to you.
The next morning he finds a bag
full of the seeds he wished he had.
The second time around he knows
he ought to take good care of this rose.
Feed it water, give it light
toss that bottle, get rid of your knife.
Watch it grow into the land
while you shake old Vincent's hand.
Hello Vincent, it's been a long time,
weeks and years and dollars and dimes.
But we pushed off too long I'd say,
like a Christmas tree up until April or May.
Sorry about ignoring you,
sorry for the things that I let you do.
But it's okay, I'm here again.
Good to see you my old friend.
Who's that walkin up the road I see,
is it you, is it you?
Whisper not for I cannot speak
to you.
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5. |
13
03:37
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Only silence
causes more confusion
than too many words,
causes only an allusion
to what I may have heard.
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6. |
Run In Circles
03:53
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You long for the end of the morning sun.
You've run in circles again.
And the little black spider on the tip of your finger,
that little back stabber's gonna sit there and linger again,
again..
The rain is often the rest.
And the soaked up yarn wraps tighter and tighter,
but the fringes warm from the flame of your lighter again,
again..
You long for the end of the morning sun.
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7. |
It's All The Same
05:31
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Your talk is all the same..
it's all the same.
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8. |
Tire Garden
03:19
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I see these hilltop towers,
and vagabond trains running out of track.
Tameless lips bare carnivore teeth,
and peach fuzz stubble grows weathered and long.
And I've never felt so small.
I can hear your words,
your faith in god..
but I can tell that you believe my doubt.
I guess all I'm saying is if I can't explain the sublime
then I'm in no place to know why I'm here to see it.
The garden in the tire is gone and rotten,
the garden in the tire is gone.
The fallen seeds along the valley are calling
calling out to be sown.
Still i hear your words,
but your faith is in what?
Now, I can see that you find it beautiful
not to know but to question..
to feel defeat in reason so to open your mind.
The garden in the tire is gone and rotten,
the garden in the tire is gone.
The fallen seeds along the valley are calling,
calling out to be sown.
Ohh now how is it I can feel
everything around me
but I can't tell you what it means?
Everything around me,
I cannot tell you what it means.
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9. |
Costume
04:52
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She wears a costume every Thursday..
it's your busiest day,
about time to rest.
Your hair is wet
a warm rain fights the window,
and face paint stains your sheets.
So lift your brow,
I'll save a seat for you.
It looks as though
you could use someone to help bury the need
to hide your skin.
You wrapped your favorite wool scarf so tightly round his eyes
and though hes already warm,
he don't mind the smell.
A jagged edged pendant
parades at the top of his table,
but this is nothing you'd ever wear.
So open your gate
but keep in mind
you've got a plastic fence
that I once was inside.
The flowers in your tree
walk circles around my memory,
but I could never steal them all.
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10. |
Marionette
04:38
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He stood beside the pole,
all rusty and brown.
The only light in town
is a taxi or a train.
But there no rails,
no ticket holders
waiting on vacation
dancing with their bags in hand.
The alleys are anxious.
The light is burning hot.
Street steam is screaming
like an angry pot of tea.
He crosses the road,
I admire my filthy shoes
and look up to witness
the rogue light swallow him whole.
Cold sweat and tears
are soaking my collar
making the wind feel sharper,
but no blood's gotten on my hands.
There was no taxi,
there was no train.
Tonight was scripted
but the pages were burned as I turned my back.
He was only waiting..
Ohh,the unholy way we
say nothing.
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11. |
Lament In Ten
04:39
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Deep inside the forest hides
a burden to our land.
Some say it's high, mighty, and righteous..
everyone’s got their own plan.
Danger in the hills,
danger.
Distant is the fire it grew with it’s name,
curses and praises are causes for hatred.
Everyone’s come to scream their names,
nobles and peasants, healers and patients.
Danger in the hills,
danger.
The circle we’re sitting in grows with time,
hands joined, plans tied.
Hungry and tired we're left by ourselves,
our money lay wasted in the pockets of another.
Everything sells..
so let’s scream our name,
lets scream our name.
Cool off, my friend it’s not the end.
We will all return to the land.
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