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Terror
04:38
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When you’re out here on the weekend
In a crowd drunk on your own
It leads your booze soaked mind to thinking
I want to go home
Some go right and some stay long
some ride the fray until they’re broken
and some stay wild
What’s it like when you die?
Are you cast out to the ether?
Do you lose your world?
If we wake up in the morning
we’ll carry our fathers out in to the snow
hold them tightly for remembrance
kiss them between the eyes
and let them go
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2. |
Missouri
08:03
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I threw my warm body
Into the river Missouri
Saw two headlights on the road
Held my breath and swam down low
I couldn’t find my old blue jeans
while wading nude in the big muddy
Rusty blue Jon boat trolled by slow
with a pair of Levi’s wet in tow
It’s getting too late, to be out in the dark
You’ve got a hand on everything but the clock
I wore out my wasting time, when I was young and lost
the whole time thinking, I should stop
From here your shape is soft, a projection from your lover’s low beams
she turns her head and smiles, you are here, you are alive
when I saw the truth, in your exploding eyes
I threw my light into the dark
Did I fail, am I losing you?
Did I fail, am I losing you?
I took a walk through my aging scene
I saw my brother in the middle of the street
took out his phone and in a mass text wept
come to my room and speak of death
It’s getting too late, to be out in the dark
You’ve got a hand on everything but the clock
I wore out my wasting time, when I was young and lost
the whole time thinking, I should stop
The winter came swift and sent the swallows fleeing from their trees
the trees were still on fire, when the sky turned dark
when I saw the light through the lines of your storefront blinds
I wondered to myself, could you see me?
Did I fail, am I losing you?
Did I fail, am I losing you?
Did I fail, am I losing you?
Did I fail, am I losing you?
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3. |
A Picture
05:49
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You can stare into a picture
A full malaise and a TV screen
but don’t wear out your knees
standing here waiting
in drug store aisles through sitcom scenes
When I found you in the attic searching
through a box of your old things
with your somber wall of static glitching
your legs are getting weak
It makes you want to stop and think, awooo
I put away, those card white lines
tried to make good use of my time
but I’ll show my face in that bar again
O sweet, mystery
my black cat herald dream
They play in spite of you when you’re off
so try not to tear the whole thing apart
what will you have when the memory is gone?
Her clumsy shape was forming
rolling joints with James under a bridge
she looks for a way to row her boat north
and she rowed on and she road on
Point your camera at the singer
his sullen rave is fleeting fast
you watch him grope, some vintage six string
he learned that move out watching dad
That troubling lapse in your mind
rising with the heat through July
bet you wish you had a picture
you’ve dug a grave
where you once had memory
Slick black, outreaching sea
Outside you, hand held out to me
Slick black, outreaching sea
Outside you, hand held out to me
They play in spite of you when you’re off
so try not to tear the whole thing apart
what will you have when the memory is gone?
Her staggering legs were lifted
breaking strings on her way up
released of her weight free and lost
she road on and she road on
and she road on and she road on
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Cecilia's Ring
06:27
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You wake up, first winter’s snow
you jump for joy then nearly out the window
Grab your coat, go out the door
point at the church and say take my picture
I wind the wheel back and with you in frame
I take a shot at that failed sail boat
the shoreman’s line on Mizzen Annie
It’s getting easier, feeling numb
smiling, wide eyed, bare
I’m getting younger now
choking on my swelling tongue
the bottom line is I’m flying
Only a fool, would tear
at the intent of her care
or bring up old damage done
by the light, of a blood-soaked son
I placed some bottles on a box
walked back to you and let you take your shot
you held the gun and through focused aim
shot them down in one, two, three
as the church bells rang
I held your rifle, bum eye pointed at the remains
and joked around like real trouble
I am the ice sliding through your veins
I’m getting younger now, chocking on my swelling tongue
smiling, wide eyed, bare
it’s getting easier, feeling numb
the bottom line is, I’m flying
In the cool Nebraska air
I saw the sky cut in half with a roadside flare
I saw a man laid out drunk, dressed in the colors
of a blood-soaked son
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Hard Green
05:27
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Some fight the flame because they’re nervous
some curse the day because they're stuck
some fly away upon a daydream
some hold a knife until they’re cut
What’s thrown away well who’s asking
who’s that face down on the floor
some gather rain inside a mason jar
some lights keep searching until they’re lost
I telephoned North Dakota
I hadn’t seen her since the flood
the pearly greens of my childhood
that Red River is filling up
Can you hear me from the east side?
where the levee breaks then slip slides right
with my baby brother in the back seat
we’re all running from the flood
We’re two liars smiling in the rain
don’t look at me like
we’re two liars smiling in the rain
Your scattered brain, dismayed and searching
you build some walls, try to save yourself
last year’s side door calls have bent your heart’s sense
and you can pull at your youth, you can clear your shelf
but the next big rain will drag all of that shit up
I saw your grey, face in cow tow
being young is easy like, trying to get a light
from a booze soaked match book
follow the rules, stay in line
try to do what’s right, while you wait for new skin
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6. |
Shaken Silos Rust
09:49
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I am no great manipulator
though I’m a god in my yellow skull
now on the run you see a Flying J flicker
and rock yourself back to the scene
I have felt your shaken fits dear
now playing ‘possum on my lap
if your wild and tender heart breaks
that doesn’t mean, you’ve made a mistake
I grow tired
when the road grows grey and pale upon the clear
I stopped for fire and dumped your suitcase
out on the Needles Highway
and watched your scarves blow away
upon the hill’s calloused face
Then I pointed my eyes to the nearest dive
and took a walk
I walked a mile to the barstool wild
through the urban thrust
then I took a ride for a dollar twenty five
by the local MTA
then I pointed my eyes towards the western sky
to see the shaken silos rust
A long wait brings trouble
from a moth charing flame and your two dollar throne
though not long for this world here
I hear you’re like, well so what
I’ve just been bored
That’s your light upon the river
your shaken bones swallowed in the asphalt
blood on their mouths the dogs barked through the winter
they drove a pipe through ma’ in Cannonball
The silver lining has worn tired, this automobile has lost all fear
I followed telephone lines
to your large estate out on Chadron’s swirling plains
and I plan on staying here
I went back in mind to when I was a child
pulling my bike from the Red River mud
I held my hand up, pointed my finger and thumb
and shot ‘em one by one
Then I took a slide with a drunken child
gambled on memories and trust
when I heard the sparrows whine
I opened my eyes to a cloud of dust
If you’re caught up dreaming about the past
sleeping through the future
remember sometimes, what could have been
is the same and what never happened
If you’re caught up dreaming about the past
sleeping through the future
remember sometimes, what could have been
is the same and what never happened
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