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Winter to Winter
04:25
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You're asking a question
can't
answer it now
I haven't the conscience to
remember how
Your cool brand of cigarettes
like
matches we burn
from winter to winter
from winter to winter
Drink 'til your old face
can't
say nothing new
Shit keeps on happening
it's not just to you
You were moving in circles
incurable edge
you were wearing your violence
you were wearing your violence
You're asking a question
can't
answer it now
I haven't the conscience to
remember how
Your cool brand of cigarettes
like
matches we burn
from winter to winter
from winter to winter
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2. |
Magnolia Wine
03:47
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There's a shock of gold in the poplar tree
Magnolia up the street from me
Your bitter blossom more better than wine
I drink it up in the summer time
And oh, does life seem to be a series of failures and victories
And all that I love is but a temporary shade from the abrasive sun above me
I till the field in the blistering sun
No I won't go home until the day is done
The few memories that I could call mine
We would fall in love if I had the time
And oh, you're lovely, but your loveliness means nothing to me
And oh, stay on the move, you've got nothing to have you've got nothing to lose
I push and pull, try to mold it to me
The cracks in the clay expose the naked body
Cover me up with your leaves and vines,
with your thick dark soil, and your long leaf pines
And oh, does life seem to be a series of failures and victories
And all that I love is but a temporary shade from the abrasive sun
And oh, you're lovely, but your loveliness means nothing to me
And oh, stay on the move, you've got nothing to have you've got nothing to lose
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Won't someone teach us all the things that we didn't learn in school
Life is rotten, love can be so cruel
Summer's over
Hush little darling, do what you're told
You were living in a castle, but your room was full of mold
And your paper umbrella is a boomerang
And your lovesick liver will hit your heart
All the blood and the water and the blood runs out
All the blood and the water and the blood runs out
All the blood and the water and the blood runs out
Just to be sure it's real we inspect our own wounds,
stick our fingers in so deep that we can't help but scream
All the tissues, all the bones, and all the years come out
All the blood and the tears like an ocean runs out
And fear like a spear cut deep into your side
All the stars in the sky,
the stars in the sky...
Blue, blue pebbles and white balloons
Animal messages in wood paneled rooms
Mountainous caverns, creeks and morning dew
There were restless heads of yarrow kissed by feverfew
But if nothing really matters, and we don't know what to do
We get caught between the lines between
me and you
All the lines between the walls
All the walls between empty rooms
All the rooms between me and you
Won't someone teach us all the things that we didn't learn in school
Life is rotten, love can be so cruel
Summer's over, and so are you
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Moving through a darkened field
Break out of your prison cell
All that you know,
All that you think you know,
inside the belly of a darkened room
The side of the hill opening up
Eyes wide like a burning flame
condensed down into a glass
Drink it down, drink it down, drink it down...
The devil you know
The devil you don't
Break out of your prison cell
All that you know,
All that you think you know,
inside the belly of a darkened room
The body that breathe
The body that rest
All of the liquids moving within the breast
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5. |
Andalusian Mare
04:47
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How many feet carry me home
In a cloud of white-- I wonder where you are
Stalking the run, a herd of horses
I'm coming home, with a band of horses
A golden throne of a saddle to carry me in
A velvet seat, with a braided trim
Andalusian mare
Flashing coat like lightning
I'm coming home with a band of horses
I can be so sorry, I can be so mean
There's no way to repay you for all your suffering
Do I want too much?
Am I too young to understand?
The world was so small it just fit inside my hand
Don't leave me, don't leave me my baby cry
I go out walking into a dark night
where fragments of moonlight, broke up in the leaves
start rusting, start shaking, start whispering to me
Great fame and fortune are waiting out there
Flashing like lightning
Andalusian mare
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6. |
The Easy Part
03:47
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Lovin’ is the easy party baby,
lovin’ is the easy part babe
You tell her you love her,
you tell her you care,
but who are you talking to?
Who are you talking to?
Are you talking to a mirror,
or to each passerby
bye, baby
To collapse in the mold of the old linden tree
Face after face, which one belongs to me?
And what thoughts and what words of desirous will
like violence and rainfall from the top of the hill
My old man is a bottle of whiskey
My old girl is a bottle of gin
Mama wants to start raisin’ some children
Papa wants to start drinkin’ again
Sister you have been crying for hours--
tell me, tell me, what did you do?
Sister you must water your garden if you want to see your garden bloom
And you can scream and you can cry
until the day you die,
but it won't get you any closer to him
My faith wilted flowers that drop to the ground
like flashes of lightning and deafening sound
and then move on the breeze as if living still
on the cracked oil paint of my window sill
Lovin’ is the easy part baby,
lovin’ is the easy part babe
Give me rest, give me rest
I have tried my best
Lord knows I'm tryin’ still
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7. |
Run Run Run
04:40
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Smoke through the window in the afternoon
White wash fences in your green, green room
There were rooftops for miles
miles had shadows,
and the people beneath all started to cry
It’s only a body,
a precious young body,
a mind 'round the finger of a sleeping body
Oh, why
Are you crazy? Did you go crazy?
Well you might be crazy
You were a friend of mine
You should have run run run away
You should have run run run away from home
Somebody's calling in the dead of winter
Somebody's calling with a mouth like a flower
Somebody's knotted a necklace of bibles
Somebody's calling
Somebody's calling for you
Somebody's briefcase is as tall as a tower,
and the person who greets them is a lithium blur,
and the edges have ripples,
and they ripple four hours,
and the hours recede without acknowledging you
You DUI young suicide
You murdered youth
You blue eye, blue eye
Did a powder of words dust your lips?
Did it cling to the tops of your fingertips?
Oh, why?
You should have run run run away
You should have run run run away from home
Did we leave you with a vulturous family
in the white carpet land of American dreams?
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8. |
Raven Song
02:29
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Oh, to be a raven
a raven
anything under the sun
you never wanted
anything
but a flightless bird
Black as night
twice as high as the moon
you never wanted
anything
you had to hang on to
To be a raven
a raven
murder in the winter sun
you never wanted
anything
but a flightless fool
I could be that for you
I could be that for you
Oh, to be a raven
a raven
anything under the sun
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9. |
Many Harbors
04:45
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There is an ocean, a salty ocean
stretching from your front porch
There are many ships who sail on this
who've docked in many harbors like this
Where one door is open, and the other is sad
It's been closed forever, wishing it had
a wind through the doorway,
to mess up your hair
and ruffle the pages you stack so neatly there
There's a certain language to this
that spins inside our mouth and goes like this:
I asked my mother, "Doot doot doot.."
My mother told me, "Tsk tsk tsk...”
There are many things we do for this
our prayers and our devotions for this
But what can I do
I've been working all day
making a living
trying to stay in one place
Where one place is good and the other is bad
and the mind would regress thinking it had
moments of clarity, moments of joy
There were moments of silence amidst all the noise
There were moments of silence amidst all the noise
There were moments of silence amidst all the noise
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