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Barrel Fire
04:21
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I can sing all night in the light of the barrel fire
Spiders of light splash up on my windshield
There’s a rolling wet thousand miles underneath my wheels
And not a song out there that’ll make it real out on the radio
Takes more than knowing where you’ve been to bring it all back home again
I can sing all night in the light of the barrel fire
I eat cheap notebook paper and cough up words I don’t mean to say
When it’s sticky in my throat, it’s okay, nobody’s listening anyway
I get caught on lips parting with nothing to say again and again
Ashes flying high and dancing on the soot caked rim
I can sing all night in the light of the barrel fire
I left the wolf in the woods last night
I’m afraid of waking up from a feverish dream
With pitch under my nails and moss on my sheets
I wash my hands till I think they’ll bleed and I…
Oh, like abandoned gardens gone to seed I…
I left the wolf in the woods last night
Who knows if it’ll matter at all when the dark comes creeping in
A song’s not a ship that can hold all you might ask to forgive
All you might not forgive
All you have to forgive
I can sing all night in the light of the barrel fire
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Dish
03:07
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I saw the other side
And so quickly painted it black
I shook trembling hands
With the devil, and turned my back
I gave myself to light
My pride stood, starving, still
Growing weaker by the hour
I found sustenance for
Its frail body to devour
But now it's far too full
And dinner's getting cold
And even blander still
Gone is the thrill
I've had my fill now
Oh take me as I am
But don't twist me, don't you shape me
You might be surprised
If I don't like what you make me
Serve me a brand new dish
Thrilling as a first kiss
Evenly tart and sweet
A bitter treat
And I'll have my fill now
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3. |
Small House
04:06
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Living in a small house
In the middle of you
There's a light that shines
In my window, bright and blue
I lost all senses and
Came through with nothing to do
I can hear you breathing
Through every room
I can be a salesman
Up on the moon
Shiny white houses and
Beaches all coming soon
Living in a small house
In the middle of you
Can you tell the clouds
To be good and go away?
I lost my head in the
Empty bed where you lay
I can hear you breathing
Through every room
I can be the voice
If you'll be the tune
Radio hit of the season
Only nobody knew
Living in a small house
In the middle of you
Been a long long time
Since the last time that you been through
But I can hear you breathing
Through every room
And I do
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4. |
Kitty
04:29
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Irrational
Illogical
The awful things
My mind sings
I know it's not right
But the harder I fight
The more I lose
And bemuse
Criminal
Serial
Vicious fighting
Paralyzing
This equation seems fair
The pieces are all there
But its solution
Would cause great confusion
Oh, wake me up
But don't make me jump
Whisper sweetly
So discreetly
I can do it myself
If you give me some help
I'm lost, you see
Pour life into me
Dated theories
Same old furies
Cold war brewing
Nothing doing
I know the truth
But it seems the proof
Hides from me
For all to see
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5. |
Elliott
03:56
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It started a long, long time ago
And yet I still have nothing to show
Some message gleaned
This old dust trap cleaned
And spit-shined
Serenity seems to concern
The mind to pedantic to discern
The present moment
From the moment chosen
And defined
So won't you please help me?
This isn't healthy
Don't you know
Something I don't?
'Cause you're my best friend
And I love you
That's why I'm asking you,
What's the answer?
Tell me
Take me some place I can believe
Show me what I've yet to conceive
An uncrowded presence
Amongst the peasants
Of my mind
Insanity seems to persist
And with all my strength, I still resist
But something tells me
You can compel me
To unwind
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6. |
Oregon Maple
05:32
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May you one day stand
'Neath the branch of the Oregon maple
May your hand find the hand
Of one you know
May your summer feet keep running
Through the smoke of autumn
May you hear the fleeting song
Of home
When you haul your weight in stone
To the end of the day
There's no time to ask for more time
To get back what you gave away
It's a long road and you can bet
We're going down the way we came
There'll be clover in the valley
There'll be dew on every grave
May you walk in the shade
'Neath the leaves of the Oregon Maple
May you know the luck it takes
To grow old
May you stay bone and blood
And the echo of a notion
A trace of breath on the window
In the rain
When you haul your weight in stone
To the end of the day
There's no time to ask for more time
To get back what you gave away
It's a long road and you can bet
We're going down the way we came
There'll be clover in the valley
There'll be dew on every grave
You will find it all written down
In the seams of your name
Your ears will ring
With where you are
When you haul your weight in stone
To the end of the day
There's no time to ask for more time
To get back what you gave away
It's a long road and you can bet
We're going down the way we came
There'll be clover in the valley
There'll be dew on every grave
You will find it all written down
In the seams of your name
Every silence that you broke
Every promise that you made
Your ears will ring
With where you are
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