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Letter
06:14
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eight million miles i sent you a letter it's coming you're gonna get my letter tomorrow or today there's things in there that I just could not say run run run the sky is falling the stars are on the ground little bits of glass burning worlds of gas no more no more you're gonna get my letter it's falling down with the rest of the sky you're gonna get my letter and you might just know the reasons why voices in the wall chaff in the squall i'll tell you everything everything eight million miles it's coming
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Shoes
02:54
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wasting all my time and money tryna get up on that horse by the time i mounted the saddle she'd galloped straight off course six slugs in my back pocket and a vengeance on my mind three men who know the score and we walk on down the line ain't no magic in gasoline you know it's logic through and through light a match and end the lives of the men who done wrong to you sirens in the distance darling streaks of red and blue must've found his body down there sunk in the bayou oh lay my body down oh it's all i've left to lose oh they've already got my soul buried beneath my shoes
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3. |
Ennui's Third Marriage
04:26
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(nil)
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Somewhere for the Wolves
04:47
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your head is held on by one rusty screw there's no shrink alive gonna get to the bottom of you there's no fountain tucked away in the jungle that'll make you feel brand new on the day that i finally cannot get up from down don't bother to dig a hole in the cold and rocky ground chuck me down a gully or prop me against a tree somewhere the wolves can get to me there's nothing true you don't already know there's no gipsy magic gonna help you dodge the toll there's no statue anywhere might help to save your soul toss me in the ocean, feed me to the fish lower me down the well where the children go to wish throw me down a mountain, sink me in the muck lay me in the bed of a stranger's pickup truck day will come we'll leave without the things that made us care but for now i'm gonna make a home out there there's no string of letters with a code to crack that will set you free tattooed on your lover there's no lonely monk on a mountaintop in the wind waiting to be found there's just what's in front of you and what you left behind steal my body from the morgue if the cops found me first take me to that valley where the wild things slake their thirst find the biggest goddamn boulder and put me in the lee somewhere the wolves can get to me hollow out my bones for the bees to build a hive make my corpse a home for the shit that's still alive i'll be worth a damn on the day that comes to pass but for now i'm gonna make these moments last there's one rusty screw that holds on your head your guts are held inside of you by a single fraying thread you've got just what's in front of you and what you left behind don't put me in the graveyard don't play the coroner's games i'd rather haunt those distant hills that never asked for names one day we'll be dancing in the ruin of what we thought was real but for now i'm gonna find something to feel on the day that i finally cannot get up from down don't bother to dig a hole in the cold and rocky ground chuck me down a gully or prop me against a tree somewhere the wolves can get to me
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Forty Four Home
04:22
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hide and seek come and go search the hills high and low if he finds you who will know when nobody looks nothing shows glass walls near and far up above punctured stars locked my shadow in a jar turns out shadow is all we are time is sliding away time is sliding away away the other side is plain as day but ghosts over there got nothing to say
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i need sixteen third world countries between my ass and yours gonna take sixteen third world countries to keep me from your door if i don't have my sixteen countries might wake up on your floor i need four feet of concrete between your mouth and my ear i need twelve feet of concrete between your mouth and my ear or it'll take seven fifths of whisky to deal with what i'll hear you me and a shovel baby that's all there is said it's you me and a shovel baby that's all i see if you don't dig your own grave then there ain't no choice for me
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Tornado Bells
03:42
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shooting craps with a witch's love playing hooky from heaven above when the rain came down and the wind kicked up where it started nobody knows ain't my call which way it blows smoke or fire where one the other let me tell you brother flesh you're in ain't your own one way or another it's all going home whether under the weather or over the moon hammer's gonna fall and it might fall soon tornado bells kicking off the rust of spring one by one they begin to ring up on the hillside the choir's alive they sing sing sing there's a vengeful god playing cards in the sky devil's are drunk and the angels are high dealer's gonna pocket his share on the sly the stakes are names all the places you think you've been they came to you, you didn't come to them all the things you think you've done try not to know try not to care that roof you built doesn't mean it's not here pressure of the air holds the blood in you take more than luck to see the night through the mirror out in space the spirits that watch over you are tripping face made insane by the world below now they're leaving you leaving you you can't follow where they'll go they throng and jabber like a crazed ship's crew they aim to ramble, don't know where they're going to and when they brush the other side of our sky thunder will moan, heaven will cry as the spirits that watch over you wave goodbye
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Every Living Thing
05:38
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met your ghost on the corner speaking in riddles shuffling to and fro can't tell if it's even you wonder if you know where you left this thing gray scale blur in boots and jeans flagging down cars it thinks it knows from beyond the grave still trying to score the same fix that dropped you every single night can't shake this feeling gears as old as time churning underground hills grown over ancient machines sinkholes poised to show what you ain't ready to see waiting on the great undoing lying on the roof with the ladder taken away counting blackbirds on the power lines watching the clouds go rolling by every fucking day ask me where i've been been up on the mountain fishing the stream dodging all the phones down in the town they ring with people who want me deep in the holes that they dug for themselves under the rocks they hauled over themselves they want pieces of us on the mantle they crawl, they crave, they cry out for our blood every living thing
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Dead Reckoning
04:30
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maybe there's a somewhere you could call your own and maybe there's a nowhere waiting for your bones well i went out looking for trouble left behind my shame and i found you there at the back of the stair like the curse that knows my name well i've seen stars take to falling i've seen rivers run dry i've seen dames catch flame and men do the same when you get that look in your eye so blame me for crossing the threshold or blame me for slamming the door but don't blame a man when you cut off his hands and they ain't there to hold you no more so i'll hate you for being broken you'll hate my listlessness it's just me being me and you being you and the friction where the jagged parts kiss maybe there's a somewhere you could call your own or maybe there's a nowhere hungry for your bones
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10. |
Exhibit A
04:34
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i'm walking real damn slow walking like a man who's got nowhere to go but plenty to show, witness my flow exhibit a on the table where the evidence lay beatnik wax in old wicker baskets kings held tight by old crystal caskets mummified flesh oozing from the speakers of your tape deck hold on, wait a sec you're calling me crazy, you're calling me mad i'm calling this a little bit of all i've ever had the places and the faces in the lost and found the memories that chase us round and round the ones we come home to the ones who got away the ones in the corner with nothing to say take a step back assess the damage don't you understand this is all we can manage i don't talk much these days people seem to go their own ways i don't feel much these days and i just don't wanna know i had a vision i had a dream legions of bees pollinating trees the realm of a far flung faith old school antics new school semantics listen twist em escape the system when the tones get sexy pucker up and kiss em no chess games here no lingerie lace just a man and his dog and his slap happy bass listen up close as i close this schism my bright white light through your triangular prism rainbows of thought from each broken phrase i expect you to raise a most intrepid phase to interpret my ways make effable information endless sensations worth daily suffocations falling into inevitable petrifications lungs filled with colorful concatenations
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