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So, brother, you think you're the only one
walking around with a hole in your heart
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
you suffered through a winter alone.
and if you can't say it in a poem, say it in a
moan. And if you can't even moan, sigh.
And if you can't even sigh your eyes
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
you suffered through a winter alone.
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
you fell in the fire, hot, hot, hot. And you
saw it for a second hot hot hot hot.
and if you can't say it in a poem, say it in a
moan. And if you can't even moan, sigh.
And if you can't even sigh your eyes
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
Tell me tell me tell me tell me all about the time
you fell in the fire, hot, hot, hot.
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2. |
Puppeteer
03:14
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Well I thought to myself the other day
that maybe I should only play
with people who've already lost their faith
cause then I won't have to take it away.
I don't like pretending to be in love.
Sometimes I fear I'm a puppeteer who forgets what he's doing
and goes for a beer
as the cloth collapses the audience gasps
they didn't know it was just a show.
I don't like pretending to be in love.
Things would be different if we were all trees
we'd have roots in the ground and no reason to leave
we'd be happy to say where the old blind breeze
had blown the seed.
I don't like pretending to be in love.
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Don't Give it Away
03:18
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Don't give it away don't give it away don't give it away don't give it away.
They don't know where you go, and it's better that way.
Pretend that you are present while the others divvy up
who is who and who gets what
they'll think that you are there if they see your eyes your nose your hair
but you are not.
I will cover for you if they call the roll
no I won't say.
So don't you give it away.
Don't give it away don't give it away don't give it away don't give it away.
They don't know where you go, and it's better that way.
You say its hard to tell whether other people are real
well I can't how I do it it's just something that I feel
and I can't teach you how to look a person in the eye
guess you could start on cats and dogs and work your way up
but try not to give it away
Don't give it away don't give it away don't give it away don't give it away.
They don't know where you go, and it's better that way.
You are a deep water diver and you're down below the sea
chasing luminescent fishes that nobody's ever seen
and I know it's only a matter of time before you bring
a specimen up a live
try to survive the dive and if not, hey
at least you won't give it away.
Don't give it away don't give it away don't give it away don't give it away.
They don't know where you go, and it's better that way.
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Danger Danger
03:37
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Danger danger spring is here
the ice is melting
everyone is waiting on the word
careful friend, the ice can freeze again
and then it's unhappy landing for the waterbird.
Lada dum dum dum. Lada dum dum dum. Lada dum dum dum.
Danger danger spring is here
my heart is quaking
smells from the past are creeping in through the cracks
danger danger spring is here
my heart is breaking
soon's you relax, that's when it attacks.
Lada dum dum dum. Lada dum dum dum. Lada dum dum dum.
Danger danger spring is here
eggs are cracking
new little ones are crawling into the sun
danger danger spring is here, the old are passing
hearing the drums of the young, they are undone.
Lada dum dum dum. Lada dum dum dum. Lada dum dum dum.
Danger danger spring is here
the ice is melting
everyone is waiting on the word
careful friend, the ice can freeze again
and then it's unhappy landing for the waterbird.
Lada dum dum dum. Lada dum dum dum. Lada dum dum dum.
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Tower of Babel
02:59
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Tower of Babel fell into the night
now no words will ever be right.
Lost in the desert they settled down
made them a name, founded a town.
Feeling their power they said "We will never die."
Built them a tower it reached up to the sky.
But the tower of Babel fell into the night
now no words will ever be right.
Seeing their power and pride's birth
God scattered them over the face of the earth.
Scattered like seedcorn for birds
their name was broken into
a thousand words.
When the tower of Babel fell into the night
now no name will ever be right.
Well today in the city of Bablylon
the guns of their many tongues rat tat tat tattle on
and the sand bags of the warring powers
are stuffed with the dust of the toppled
Tower of Babel fell into the night
now no name will ever be right.
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Downtown
03:51
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Your strong young back is bent like a bow
your jaw is slack and your eyes don't glow
and your brilliant hands, that could built a world
are stuck in your pockets
dip, dip, ziplock doctor.
How could my mother watch my father
slipping under strong brown water
over and over all her life
eyes growing dim in the evening, in the afternoon.
I don't want to go down like that with you.
In my heart there's a big brown hound
and I chained him to a pole and I hope it holds.
He wants to track you wherever you are
to the bottom of a pit or the backseat of a car
And he strains at the chains and his veins bulge blue
hope it holds, hope it holds
because I don't want to go downtown with you.
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The Guitar
03:25
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Look at all the busy bees
pushing back blackness with industry
when they get home they look at me
and try to disguise the dismay in their eyes
what they want to, but don't say is:
"have you really been sitting their all day?"
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream.
All of the horses are tethered together,
with bits in their mouths they pull at the leather.
It's better not to begin wondering wither the carriage flies
severed ties make crazy eyes crazy eyes crazy eyes.
All of the horses are tethered together,
with bits in their mouths they pull at the leather.
a bee outside the hive gets crazy eyes crazy eyes
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream.
If this restlessness could be spent in one spasm
if the yarn of yearning would ever unravel,
like a movie ending: showdown, explosion, wedding
ding dong, ding dong, ding.
If this restlessness could be spent in one spasm
if the yarn of yearning would ever unravel,
like a movie ending. But it's never so easy,
the conclusion comes (if it comes)
feebly.
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream,
The guitar is the idler's dream.
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8. |
Bright Heart
03:13
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Once I had a secret treasure in my breast
lit my way through night and day,
and gave me peace and rest.
I don't know if somebody stole it, or if it left on its own.
Oh I had such a bright heart, where has my bright heart gone?
Now I wear the mask, and people rarely ask
to see the gloom beneath the gleam
the things behind the way things seem
and even I can't sound the bottom
of this sorrow pond
Oh I had such a bright heart, where has my bright heart gone?
When I was so light and free
I thought I'd go skipping over the seas
I thought I'd end up as a queen with seven daughters and sons
but I am not a queen at all I'm just a lowly pawn.
Oh I had such a bright heart, where has my bright heart gone?
SOmeday she will come back to me, some day she will come home
and when she does I'll ask her why she stayed away so long
and till she does I'll sing her this melancholy song:
Oh I had such a bright heart, where has my bright heart gone?
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Mistress' Lament
02:34
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I guess I'll seeya when I seeya
maybe at a party or a show
I suppose we'll be wearing clothes, we'll share a stare
think about being here in my underwear.
And the air will be so thick, you could cut it
with your girlfriend's pointy shoes
and then I'll get the blues.
I guess I'll seeya when I seeya
maybe in a music magazine
I know I don her kinda dirty but it sure is hard to keep life clean
and if you've ever been in love with somebody else's baby
then I'm sure you know exactly what I mean.
Heaven knows I hate to see you go
and it's a shame people have to chose
I suppose things will stay this way forever
or as long as people come in twos so
I guess I'll seeya when I seeya
maybe Saturday when I'm out buying booze.
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Finest Foal
06:25
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Well I was the finest foal in the field oh how I would run
with the strength of the sun and the wind in my lungs
ne'er was there a freer or faster one,
oh I was the finest foal in the field, oh how I would run.
of all the beasts put out to pasture
I was the chosen of my master.
Well he was the finest man in the kingdom,
bravest lad in the land.
Rich as a king, with a castle grand.
Skin as white as alabaster
I was proud he was my master.
Well there came a war, there came a war and we rode off to fight it
rode through the day and through the night
a thousand riders by our side
there came a war, there came a war and we rode off to fight it speeding forward toward disaster
speeding forward me and my master.
Well I road by the side of an ancient roan
old as the stones but fast and strong
and she told me a tale as we rode a long
was the sad song of an ancient wrong
how could I have known, how could I have asked her
that she died at the hand of her master?
Well before you were grown, said the roan to me,
when you played in the pasture wild and free
your mother was as strong and as fast as ye
and was taken out for to race with a jet black steed
and she rode like the wind, but she could not catch the steed
yeah she rode like the wind your mother, but he could not contain his greed.
And he rode her till he broke her
and she died by the side of the sea.
Well that was the end of the old roan's tale
it was evening and the raven began to scream
and with the hate of the sun and the wind in my lungs
I charged ahead of the rest of the team
I ran till I came to the edge of a stream rushing strong and wide
and I gave a leap and a mighty stride
and my master he fell to the other side
and he laid there, and he laid there, and he died.
Blood flowing out among the astor
laid and died he did my maser.
Now I wander through forest and field and stream
never again to rejoin the team
follow the sunsets dyeing gleam
so I roam a murderous bastard who has killed his only master.
Well I was the finest foal in the field oh how I would run
with the strength of the sun and the wind in my lungs
ne'er was there a freer or faster one,
oh I was the finest foal in the field, oh how I would run.
My mother went where her lot cast her
but not I, for I'm the master.
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11. |
Lena
02:41
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Lena wore a Spanish mullet.
She was about six and the time.
And when I asked her about it
she said a boy cut all her hair off one day at naptime.
Ne t'inquietes pas.
Je suis avec toi.
Lena's mom had long blonde bangs
she had to leave France when Lena's dad went crazy.
Every day Lena forgot my name.
But she called mon ami
just the same.
Ne t'inquietes pas.
Je suis avec toi.
One night we went for a walk in the woods
it was so dark you could see where you stood
I must have somehow showed my fear
cause Lena came and whispered in my ear:
"Ne t'inquietes pas," she said
"Je suis avec toi, Sofi."
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