1. |
Swan Song
02:31
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Earth piled like a wave
just about to break
You know I wanna hear your swan song
but it’s just so damn hard to sing along
I’m a palm tree in the snow
swirling in a shaken globe
You know I hate to see you go
I’ve never asked the time to move this slow
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2. |
Lovin' is Another Chore
03:11
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I've been out of the habit
of closing eyes
to feel the light
I've seen too many faces
through the glass
not looking back
I could bury the hatchet
maybe run
find the next clean slate
and fuck it up
White doves playing the strings
Flower pedals cover the sheets
no it doesn't work like that
when you're gone all day
and lovin' is just another chore
lovin' is just another chore
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3. |
Rings
02:46
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Losing count in the rings
of a tree older than I can comprehend
Do I really seek eternity
Without the weight of time
there’s no need to make my rhymes match
When all the shadows collapse
there’s no where left to hide
Thrown like a stone in the stream
Edges worn smooth against my world
I give up all that comes lose
Losing count in the leaves
that fall around my feet and crumble into dirt
Do I really need to keep them all with me
Are we on the losing team
if nobody's playing for keeps
The truth likes to whisper
when the room is full of grief
Thrown like a stone in the stream
Edges worn smooth against my world
I give up all that comes lose
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4. |
Rewind
03:06
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Back here again like a rewind
Back in the same space in time
How could it be
that I’m getting myself back again
yet you feel that you’re losing control
You wanna run me down
the list you keep of my sins
Nothing to offer up
from the bottom of a den
You know I’d really rather
fall down some stairs
There was a hundred dreams
I was ready to sow
Stepping from stone to stone
for what you call home
Nowhere ever had it all
Nothing good enough
I thought you were right
But you’re the right kind of wrong
Now you wanna run me down
the list you keep of my sins
You know I’d really rather
fall down some stairs
You wanna run me down
the list you keep of my sins
Nothing to offer up
from the bottom of my soul
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5. |
Actor's Talk
03:34
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6. |
See You in Hell
03:07
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I was looking to the sky
when a banner plane flew by
It said I’ll see you in hell
so i went back inside
I got a letter in the mail
Mother Mary’s on the trail
If I give them some dough
they’ll bring her home to my wife
Condors circle like a halo
of thorns placed on our forehead
while black smoke is rising to incredible heights
The sun comes up like a search light
We awake in a crater
where a factory burned down
all through the night
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7. |
Frog Music / Gold Buyers
03:17
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We are the gold buyers
We are the gold buyers
Lover of guns
Deliver our funds
From the digital to the physical
Five elbows for the mole
Detester of taxes
Laundromatador
I don’t adore your mind
But I need your crimes
Five elbows for the mole
We are the gold buyers
We are the gold buyers
Leaves on the tree
Turn to crystal beads
Calf to cow
Cup to mouth
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8. |
Islands
03:26
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Is it love to watch you be
trampled by your own damn dreams
Cause I can’t find a subtle way
to prove I watched us fade
I’m losing the energy
to rise above the misery
The truth is time will steal
what you won’t carry now
I'm floating on top of floods
tearing through the town
to islands alone
Islands alone
It’s the salt that makes you sweet
even when you’re pushing me
Because patience is a lonely game that two
were meant to play
But oh what’s the point of it
If it never ends
The truth is time will steal
what you won’t carry now
I'm floating on top of floods
tearing through the town
to islands alone
to islands alone
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9. |
Pass it Away
03:52
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Red dead song bird
A voice that lingers
She’s got you in a cast like a statue
It’s not blind hate
in her green eyes
She’s a long distance
runner from love
She‘s not an actor
but she could get an Oscar
for making you believe that lie
It’s neither here nor there
It’s not my watch to wind
but it’s still a pin ball in my mind
Hey look what’s flying through
the pines
Mother stork gripping a copperhead
gonna feed it to her hungry babies
Sometimes you just get born
in the top of a tree
Pass it away
Exhale a rushing gale
If you come to me
with a buckshot loaded soul
All I can do is
Pass it away
Exhale a rushing gale
If I come to you
with a buckshot loaded soul
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10. |
Moving Target
05:13
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Try to force me to come to heal
But I can smell that shit ain’t real
Hang a carrot like I’m a mule
At least my mother didn’t raise a fool
I’m not the fix for your broken soul
Just cause you were high
Doesn’t mean I can let it go
You tell me you’re about to die
Well maybe that’s true
If your life was a lie
I thought if I tried I could understand
But you’re always counting on a second chance
You take love and you break it down
Like a piece of bread on a nest of ants
I’m not the fix for your broken soul
Just cause you were high
Doesn’t mean I can let it go
You tell me you’re about to die
Well maybe that’s true if your life is a lie
Dropped out with that vampire PhD
Here’s a pill for the pills
For the other pills
The metals mix the glass is black
Amyloid plaques
Memory conveniently collapses
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11. |
Just in Time
02:20
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