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Garden Song
03:09
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If thoughts were seeds
And kisses were weeds
I'd have quite a contentious garden, pardon me
So you bury down deep
A shallow sense of pride
And pollenate with playground hate
We bloom lies
Feel you here
Friends are near
Brother has a spade that mother forbade
Never dig up a shadow
Reel it in, reel it in, reel it in
You got a haircut and a suit
And a practiced walking gate
But you can't hide your father's eyes
Son of fate
As this is one of many plans
That have often turned around
We keep our kin tuned up a third
Safe and sound
Feel you here
Friends are near
Brother has a spade that mother forbade
Never dig up a shadow
Reel it in, reel it in, reel it in
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2. |
Amity
03:47
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Say my name when you think of me I get lonely every night
And this sweater never smells of where it's been
Sounds up here give a lady some fearful traffic in her dreams
I keep waiting for the peepers to set in
And I feel like a little ghost
I'm a good girl
I said I'm a good girl
I wanna go home every night
Harvest time out of habit I hold my heart and pray for rain
It keeps raining but it all goes down the drain
You know the sky at a funeral?
Well it's a funeral all the day
I get colder but the seasons never change
I'm awake in my bed again
I'm a good girl
I said I'm a good girl
I wanna go home, my mother's on the porch
And she's calling my name
Amity
I'm not trying to make the papers
I told myself you were coming home
Let dinner get cold on the stove
I said I'm trying to make it on my own
I took a ride in a motorcar
I made a home where the river broke and then I knew
That there was nothing left to do
Say my name when you think of me I lie listening in my bed
Pass the hours count the towers overhead
Each morning I feel a little wise and a little more alone
I'm a hundred walking hours from my home
And I feel like a rodeo
I'm a good girl
I said I'm a good girl
I wanna go home my mothers on the porch
Amity
I'm not trying to make the papers
I told myself you were coming home
Let dinner get cold on the stove
I said I'm trying to make it on my own
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3. |
Whiskey Creek
03:26
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She looks good when it's cold
She looks from her head to her toes
But who knows underneath those toes
Might be bad, who knows who knows
Ten thousand miles is far away
To get there I would have to run my life away
Cause in a day I can run 66 miles
In a day and that's a hell of a day
Oh my dear at whiskey at whiskey creek
When you fall does your knee ever scrape
I would trade a life of drinking for your water and a week
The way we lay at whiskey creek
If I rowed upstream
Would the flow of time stop for me
And wash the tan from your muddy feet
If I rowed upstream
Oh my dear at whiskey at whiskey creek
When you fall does your knee ever scrape
I would trade a life of drinking for your water and a week
The way we lay at whiskey creek
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4. |
The Maritimes
03:47
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I was hanging round by the old gum tree
I was trying to find the devil 'fore he found me
I piled up the sand in the points of the pentagram
Bit my thumb counted one, two, three
And I felt the dirt move beneath my feet
He came out of the fog and he barked like a dog
And he spit a little spit into his hell fired mug
I said I'm not afraid of the mess that your mother made
I sat down but he said he'd stand and I wrung my hands
Oh get me off this line
And take me to my home in the Maritimes
Where the devil doesn't go cause the ocean spray and snow
Will rust his bones
He asked what he could do I said I'm trying to write a tune
But it's not americana if it's not about you
He laughed like a well-fed rat like an alley cat
Go on back to the tall pine trees
You can't sing blue if you don't know me
Oh get me off this line
And take me to my home in the Maritimes
Where the devil doesn't go cause the ocean spray and snow
Will rust his bones
I really wasn't born in the cotton and the corn
And I never saw an angel with his head unadorned
It's all the same to me, oh my how I wish that I
Was back home by the cold north sea
Singing all those warm melodies
Oh get me off this line
And take me to my home in the Maritimes
Where the weather is too cold for the devil's southern soul
I wanna go where the ocean spray and snow
Will rust his bones
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5. |
Mr. Alabaster
04:07
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Oh my darling, my dear
What is the name for you now
I call it in the night
The lack of light you love so well
It's Mr. Alabaster
You're moving so much faster than the wheel
Rolling on the river of steel
Away from here
And it's not a lesson you learn from home
It's not a signal that's set in stone
It's not the end of a poem that you can't recall
Fare thee well my dear
Fare thee well my dear
Oh my darling, my dear
You've only been around eighteen years
Slipping from my grasp
The tired gasp of winding wheels
It's Mr. I'm Forever
I'll never know the tracks you lay behind
I taught you how to walk and now you fly
Away from here
And it's not the bed that's tidy and cold
It's not the shirts that I used to fold
It's not the tree I planted when you were born
Fare thee well my dear
Fare thee well my dear
And it's not the buttons that fall off of coats
It's not the thread that unravels the most
It's not the face in the mirror that you cannot draw
And it's not the words at the top of the stairs
It's not the hand when nobody cares
It's not the prayer I read you when you left that day
And it's not a lesson you learn from home
It's not a signal that's set in stone
It's not the end of a poem that you can't recall
Fare thee well my dear
Fare thee well my dear
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I got a bone to pick with you
It don't matter what you do
Cause I haven't slept a waking wink in forty nights
There's always a picture in my head
Of the noise beneath my bed
And how can I tell that it's not real if it's not light?
Quarter to four or half past three
I heard a rustling in the trees
It was the howling of the weekend whipping by
So shit out of luck and feeling low
I turned on my radio
There was a man a telling me where I should fly
You get by?
Then go to the land of the everlasting sky
It's no lie
It's always sunny in Alaska
It's always sunny in Alaska
Warmer, faster
Sunny in Alaska every night and every day
Only an hour left to go
Till I'm rolling in the snow
Singing aurora borealis ah la lee
It's already better than before
And they say when it rains it pours
So hallelujah sunny Sitka nice to meet
It's always sunny in Alaska
It's always sunny in Alaska
Warmer, faster
Sunny in Alaska every night and every day
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7. |
Creatures
02:56
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I unlace your whispered words
Their meanings shift each time I do
Eat my lovers in fear of failing them
Revealing him to you
Don't follow the shadows of
Your ilk that lie just up ahead
After the mess we make tonight
I promise in the morning
My demons will make your bed
I think of you do you know
Creatures, creatures
What can I do
Or say, or think, or drink
Creatures, creatures
Follow you down
Don't pray, don't sink, don't blink
I watch her as she runs away
The sidewalk, a conveyer under bare feet
With tired eyes her coat zipper's stuck
She turns back toward your window
But you're thinking of me
All good things must come to end
And the bad ones come in threes
But the body next to you
Is a tenement of me
Walk her to the door you'll see
Creatures, creatures
What can I do
Or say, or think, or drink
Creatures, creatures
Follow you down
Don't pray, don't sink, don't blink
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8. |
Gatorade
03:09
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The day I learned how to walk I had a sinful soul
The day I learned how to walk was the day I learned to fall
Barred white fences
Shadows from city trees
The toils of a sweaty suburban white dude with sodium deficiency
At five I found Jesus, at ten the devil above
At twelve an orange capped bottle and at twelve I found love
Gatorade, gatorade
You must be heaven made
Lemon-lime, blue cascade
I drown in gatorade
I met you on the darkest night, the darkest night in years
I met you on the darkest night and I left you in tears
At five I found Jesus, at ten the devil above
At twelve an orange capped bottle and at twelve I found love
Gatorade, gatorade
You must be heaven made
Lemon-lime, blue cascade
I drown in gatorade
Powerade you're really lame
All your flavors taste the same
Sour mellon and grape
You suck
Powerade
Gatorade, gatorade
You must be heaven made
Lemon-lime, blue cascade
I drown in gatorade
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9. |
Was It Me
03:53
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Black and white and calico strings
Are twisted in my hand
Like all of the things you mentioned
Not so long ago
Last night I dreamt you kissed my forehead
I do wish that I could know what you dreamt of too
Was it me
Was it just a bite you took and could not swallow
Was it me
Was it just one of your gestures I failed to follow
Honestly, silly me
Exchange my presence for a lovely origami rose
If the rule is to burn what you no longer need
I know who will survive
Was it me
Was it just a bite you took and could not swallow
Was it me
Was it just one of your gestures I failed to follow
Honestly, silly me
Honey drips for years and never breaks out of its geometric prison
Well honey I have combed through
Many a day, many a thought, many a cigarette
Honey drips for years and never breaks out of its geometric prison
Honey you've surrounded me
A wick without your harmony
The answer's at the bottom
Was it me
Was it just a bite you took and could not swallow
Was it me
Was it just one of your gestures I failed to follow
Honestly, silly me
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10. |
Salt in My Eyes
03:43
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If I were a bird I don't think I would fly
I'd tuck my wings and fall out of the sky
Into the ocean down under the brine
I would dive, I would dive
I'd dive deeper than light
I'm not made for flight
If I were a fish I don't think I would swim
I'd open my mouth and I'd take water in
And when all the oceans and puddles were dry
I would spread both my fins and I'd take to the sky
Salt in my eyes
If I were a rabbit with ears of gold/brown
I'd stop my running and sit myself down
Under the leaves in the hot summer sky
I would lie, I would lie, I would lie, I would lie
Salt in my eyes
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11. |
Edouard and Olympia
03:12
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12. |
Midnight Shows
04:06
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The devil's ambrosia and whiskers and whiskey
Fill me and touch me and drench me with you
I know it's right when it hurts the most
My cutlery bent away each time I tried to consume you
The gifted silver on my body melted away
I'll cook and I'll clean 'til all surfaces shine
Nothing can cut the grime of yearning
I'm getting too old for these midnight shows
I'm getting too old for these midnight shows
I'm getting too old and
I'm getting too cold and
I'm getting too
The devil comes along, walks out of a shop
And hands me a book to read about a coffee-eyed girl
He said I wish I'd written these words
He howled as he pranced away
So I followed the words and found my self drawn
To the pages that smelled like sawdust
I drew thin lines so I could return
To the place I am in now
I could be that girl, I could be that girl
I am that devil's girl in the morning
I'm getting too old for these midnight shows
I'm getting too old for these midnight shows
I'm getting too old and
I'm getting too cold and
I'm getting too
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13. |
Going to San Francisco
03:33
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I am going to San Francisco
I've got a camera in my bag
That takes tiny, grainy pictures
Where we all look young and sad
I am going to let my love grow
I am going to catch a thrill
And if I don't come back by christmas
You can assume I never will
Because I saw Jerry in a dream
And he said to really play
I had to go and eat my heart out by the bay
I am going to San Francisco
It sounds so magical and grand
I would love to meet their Giants
And to shake their Giant-hands
I am going to eat gelato
And no I've never been out West
But my mother says it's chilly
And I should probably bring a vest
She says careful all the roads are steep
I said I'll get rollerblades
I am going to learn to disco
I am going where all the kids go
I am going to San Francisco
I am going to San Francisco
It's too windy in Chicago
And too shiny in El Dorado
And I've never heard of Frisco
So I'm going to San Francisco
I am going to San Francisco
In the morning
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