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Evil Deeds/Basic Needs
06:29
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Keep your appointment
With that boy parading 'round like a man
He's got bad intentions
But I've already assured you of that
As for my opinions
My two cents and my sage advice
Keep your wits about you baby
Wolves will bite at your dancing shoes tonight
He uses colorful language
To snare you...it's a point of fact
Now he's stolen you away
To Austin, Texas to be exact
Babe, you don't know whose skin you're in
But it's surely not your own
Now you're taking comfort
In the confines of another man's home
The foundations will crumble
At the thought of the coming storm
You say that you want me
But I know that you can't commit
You bait and you tease me
Make me out to be the antagonist
I'd romance you again
But sweetheart I'm all spent
Scraped together my pennies
And I'm thinking on retirement
Babe, you don't know whose skin you're in
But it's surely not your own
(Loyalties are changing and I don't know why
Your touch just isn't cutting it
I need to say goodbye)
For all your evil deeds
Much obliged you'd spare them on me
Put the past to rest
Set the record straight
(We're stubborn and stuck in our ways)
Afraid it's just too late
For all your basic needs
Ain't proper they're satisfied by me
Put the past to rest
Set the record straight
(We're stubborn and stuck in our ways)
Afraid it's just too late
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I've grown weary of this bickering
(It doesn't much interest me)
I took my best stab at diplomacy
(It doesn't much interest me)
You're carrying the cause
You know, affection has to fail to grow
Speak slow, I'll hatch a plan to keep us whole
Keep it up
I'm just trying to get out of the heat
Make ends meet, get off the beat
Under the weight of your love
I'm just trying to keep up with the facts
Rewind and relax, get back on track
Under the weight of your love
You know, affection has to fail to grow
Speak slow, I'll hatch a plan to keep us whole
Keep it up
I've grown weary of this bickering
(It doesn't much interest me)
I took my best stab at diplomacy
(It doesn't much interest me)
You're carrying the cause
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3. |
Manifest Destiny
04:49
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The South Rim of the canyon
And endless divide, a matte painting skyline of hues
The crux of westward expansion
A pioneer's heart and belief in God-ordained truths
On the trail untraveled with you...
You're no match for what nature can do
You're no match for her
The Colorado River
She's snaking below miles of limestone engraved with her work
Stark silence is disturbed
By the buzzes and chirps of a chorusing woodland overture
On the trail untraveled with you...
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My joints are achy, cracking thanks to malnutrition
I guess that's also to blame for my blurry vision
But as for my fever dreams and my shaking hands
It's all on account of things that I cannot grasp
And that includes you
On trial for the truth
You bled the room dry all dolled up in heresy
So stately and serene amid the pageantry
Your smokey eyes spoke volumes about consequence
Said, "You're in breach of contract boy and we'd both regret"
On account of you
On trial for the truth
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5. |
Emily Don't Forget
03:21
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Caught a cab to the Upper East Side
Suitcase in hand
Giving fellowship a good college try
In uncharted lands
Little sister you're my next of kin
Cut from the same cloth and of the same skin
Emily dont you forget
As blank pages fill in, cling close to your wits and those who love you
With a handshake and a "how do you do?"
Greeting your new man
Churchgoing and quite sensible too
Put diamonds on your hand
I'm no good at keeping familial binds
Always turning away and keeping two steps behind
Emily dont you forget
As blank pages fill in, cling close to your wits and those who love you
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6. |
St John the Divine Pt. 1
02:58
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Terminal fright
Final boarding call for a transcontinental flight
The distance and the discourse fade white
Holy Christ
Lord wish me luck, hold my calls and fix the fight
Faith like a pair of loaded dice
I'm placing my bets: flesh and blood, common sense
Meet me sometime
In the church of St John the Divine
Humor me
You're the smallest girl with the biggest heart that Brooklyn's ever seen
Maybe from Staten Island to Queens
Likably
Combatable and keeping me on my toes and off my feet
But she's guarded like a penitentiary
Seems all the while that you knew
Can this cause be won?
I'm a dead champion for your love
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7. |
Songbird Chorale
04:40
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Blew in from the coast
To bid farewell at autumn’s close
The newscasters did boast
The blizzard would not alter course
You braved the bitter cold
To lay by my hearth’s warmth
The steeple high the songbird cries in wintertime
Rest my dear
Sheltered by the songbird’s cry in wintertime
Rest my dear
Let your hair down
Rest my dear
Let your hair down
Rest my dear
Fur and fowl both
Burrowed deep beneath the snow
Bundled head to toe
Children run to the valley below
You braved the bitter cold
To lay by my hearth’s warmth
The gossips they say you’ve booked passage today
By air or by sea or freight train
The passage of time fails to be kind
(Don’t be alarmed, I mean no harm, I’ll return ‘fore daybreak)
The gossips transcribe, lurid tales from my life
Pray darling these are but lies
The passage of time rattles my mind
(Don’t be alarmed, I mean no harm, I’ll return ‘fore daybreak)
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8. |
Electric Gold
03:09
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Oh child, don’t you know?
Electric gold’s gonna save my soul
Oh child, don’t you know?
All God’s creatures die alone
Oh child…
Backwater merchants roll, selling swill for your soul
With a bonfire mouth
Like a coal burning stove
If I was swingin slow, at the end of a rope
Would you steady my load?
Would you uphold my love?
Gonna kill tonight, with the bluntest device
Passionless and cold
Subterfuge on ice
Sung all the wrong hymns, but I read my scriptures twice
Traded restful sleep
For every world weary vice
Oh child, don’t you know?
Electric gold’s gonna save my soul
Oh child, don’t you know?
All God’s creatures die alone
Oh child…
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9. |
Automatic 406
04:12
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If I laid my intentions
On your counterfeit ears
Like a Southern Gospel choir
Would you suffer my misguided words, all the stutters and slurs in my speech?
If I fixed you with a gaze
Unflinching and keen
Like a Washington Post reporter
Like Woodward and Bernstein interrogating
Cross-referencing and tracing your schemes
I've got yellow fever
And blood on my clothes
One comes with the territory
The other comes and goes with the fits
Lovelorn nervous ticks from my past
I'm avoiding the dancefloor
Like a biblical plague
How I long to embrace you
But I'm riddled with holes from the bullets
Ripped clean through my courage
Splintering ego and bone
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Entrepreneur
03:34
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Imagine I could be
Captain of industry
Just like Howard Hughes or maybe Walt Disney
An epic visionary
I ain't there yet but I've got the gumption to be
My pockets aren't as deep
As the company I keep
Thinning out the pack, I'm a good climber you see
Oh the bourgeois dramaturgy
I ain't there yet and I'm quite sure I'll never be
If this yarn I'm spinning can hold its weight
Say I'd captain ocean liners or built the interstate
To impress an old acquaintance or a dinner date
But I'm just blowing smoke and feeling second rate
Ba ba da!
You're prospecting for a good man
I'm not him, no
You're prospecting for a good man
I've got a mouth that blasphemes and a heart that's dried up like leather
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Black Stampede
04:31
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You're aiming to break my heart, flashing a smile like that
Trashed and traded up, past lives and a couple posthumous loves
It's just my luck
Cuz you ain't in the market for the affections that I profess
No dice, try as I might
Can't find nothing about you I despise
But I'm gonna keep trying
I can see it in your posture, I feel it in my gut
Your silence speaks confusion, but I want you oh so much
I swear I can't make heads or tails of your temperament
Words minced, bait and switch, high heels clicking and a barbed lie on your lips
Just tell me off
Cuz I am not content to be your tagalong, fuck-up dunce
Play tough, called your bluff
Godless girl who's accountable to no one
Can you even feel love?
Black stampede's gonna shake my sleep tonight
A musket muzzle and a barroom tussle's gonna set my mind right
Black stampede's gonna shake my sleep tonight
Mercy me, I'm like a tumbleweed skipping aimless through the wild
If I'm a nightowl, then you're my meadowlark
And if I've got a clean conscience, then you've got the black mark
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12. |
Mostly True
03:17
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Too old to keep kicking
This dead horse it was my living
A temperament for winning
This hummingbird's no longer singing
Many firm handshakes but few friends
Trusting but under false pretense
I'm changing my tune
I guess that's mostly true
Past city skyscrapers
To the untamed wilderness
I've roamed beyond my boundaries
Circled back to collect my debts
Past my prime and I'm betting
If salvation is worth netting
I'm changing my tune
Too old to keep kicking
This dead horse it was my living
A temperament for winning
This hummingbird's no longer singing my tune
I guess that's wholly true
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13. |
All the Time (J.W.L.)
05:20
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I think about you all the time
I ain't got no other rhyme
I think about you all the time
I don't need another word to rhyme to let you know
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