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Campfires on the Moon
03:37
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All you could have been,
It doesn’t matter when,
Like campfires on the moon,
Where there’s no oxygen,
To make them bloom.
Clouds are spaceships in the sky,
They’ll take you to the other side,
I wear my disguise.
Sometimes I really hate this town,
They build it up to tear you down,
It’s petty like a border guard,
Tearing out the backseat of your car.
Clouds are spaceships in the sky,
They’ll take you to the other side,
I wear my disguise.
Foghorns drone through the night,
Cathedral organs of the sea,
The deep dark sounds they make,
I like to think they’re calling me.
So all you could have been,
It doesn’t matter when,
Like campfires on the moon,
Where there’s no oxygen,
To make them bloom.
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She was someone I only dreamed of,
I was too scared to make a stand,
She was all my light,
Yes, she shined so bright,
For a stupid boy in an ugly town.
I’d go stand by the river,
I ‘d watch the barges floating past,
With their coal so black,
The color of all my lack,
I was a stupid boy in an ugly town.
She said Oh did I know you then?
She said Were we ever friends?
I said No, I just hung around,
I was a stupid boy in an ugly town.
I’d get drunk almost every weekend,
Behind the factory with my friends,
Then we’d get in fights,
Just another boring night,
For a stupid boy in an ugly town.
I’d hear songs on the radio,
With their airbrushed harmonies,
They didn’t sound like me,
They said I’d always be,
A stupid boy in an ugly town.
She said Oh did I know you then?
She said Were we ever friends?
I said No, I just hung around,
I was a stupid boy in an ugly town.
Memories are stories,
They change as they are told,
But a part of me,
Will always be,
A stupid boy in an ugly town.
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Baby, You Ain't Wild
03:44
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She don’t like the truth,
because the truth don’t like her.
She don’t like little babies,
because she don’t want to be a mother.
She likes cheap whiskey,
loud music and speed,
And once upon a time she liked me.
She said Baby, you ain’t wild,
I think you’re just running scared,
Because the truly wild,
Don’t plan on being spared.
She don’t believe in god,
because he don’t believe in her,
She don’t believe in love,
she don’t need no goddamn lover,
She believes that she
won’t make it to thirty,
She believes that she
can only hurt me.
She said Baby, you ain’t wild,
I think you’re just running scared,
Because the truly wild,
Don’t plan on being spared.
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Sparks in the Rain
04:20
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Stars in the sky are sparks in the rain,
Struck from an anvil far away.
What is the making, what is the way?
Time will darken whatever we say.
They say behind beauty terror awaits,
The voice in the whirlwind that seals my fate,
It gives no quarter, it shows no remorse,
It tears you down, its silence is force.
Oh my love, what a strange disguise,
Oh my love, lift up your eyes,
Oh my love, thresholds pass us by.
Salt in the wound, heavy wine on the tongue,
They enter the blood where it is done.
I stand in my darkness, I stand in my light,
Nothing is mine, not even my life.
I wrote you a letter, I wrote you all night.
I’ll meet you somewhere beyond wrong and right,
I feel the time, I feel it draw near,
I won’t turn away from this fear.
Oh my love, what a strange disguise,
Oh my love, lift up your eyes,
Oh my love, thresholds pass us by.
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White Circles
03:51
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On that last morning when I woke up in your bed,
I heard the conversation you were having in your head,
I went to the window, I looked down into the street,
Our spirits were alike, but our minds couldn’t meet.
I watched a bird, I watched it fly,
Climbing white circles through the sky.
In the morning hour when the light still is weak,
You looked into your mirror, you said we had to speak,
Over your shoulder, no, I shook my head,
There are certain things that don’t need to be said.
I watched a bird, I watched it fly,
Climbing white circles through the sky.
A pillar of fire rose up through the night,
The flames kept getting higher, its mystery was its height.
I woke up with my face pressed against the glass,
I listened to the song of the highway as it passed.
I traveled to the ocean, I stood at its side.
I laid down my devotion, it was just my pride.
I watched the waves washing at my feet,
I couldn’t see the sun but I could feel its heat,
I watched a bird, I watched it glide,
Climbing white circles through the sky.
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Tear All Lovers Down
04:09
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Ancient stories travel through the wisdom of your hands,
But if you try to gather them they’ll just turn to sand,
And the cup you would drink from it does not exist,
And what you call you emptiness,
It’s just how you live, it’s just how you live.
And there are thoughts that you can’t argue,
They would pin you to the ground,
So you cloak yourself in bitterness,
And tear all lovers down,
Tear all lovers down.
Centaurs in the parkade cast baleful eyes on you,
They can read your license plate, they know the things you do,
How you cast your spells while hidden in your thickets deep,
How you deface the statues that might mar your sleep.
And there are arethoughts that you can’t argue,
They would pin you to the ground,
So you cloak yourself in bitterness,
And tear all lovers down,
Tear all lovers down.
Once you were my friend, but you would not be clear,
Stroking on your feathered chin while writing in the air,
Your cryptic little messages, your hieroglyphic taunts,
Everything you need,
everything you want.,
Everything you want.
And there are thoughts that you can’t argue,
They would pin you to the ground,
So you cloak yourself in bitterness,
And tear all lovers down,
Tear all lovers down.
In your letters lives an outlaw behind every word,
But you denounce his crimes, you say his logic is absurd,
But onee you were brothers back in your river days,
But like you love to tell us,
Rivers flow away,
Rivers flow away.
And there are thoughts that you can’t argue,
They would pin you to the ground,
So you cloak yourself in bitterness,
And tear all lovers down,
Tear all lovers down.
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7. |
Young With You
03:32
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We could talk about the old times,
We could dig up all those graves,
We could set the dead to talking,
But we don’t know what they might say.
So please don’t say you’re sorry,
I don’t need that from you,
To be young is to be reckless,
I’m glad I was young with you.
We could walk along the seashore,
We could stare out at the waves,
We could pretend we live forever,
But we don’t think that way.
So please don’t say you’re sorry,
I don’t need that from you,
To be young is to be reckless,
I’m glad I was young with you.
Some poets have said,
All our loves we will destroy,
Some poets have said,
In our sorrow lies our joy,
But I don’t feel any wiser,
Than I ever felt before,
And I still have no idea,
What we’re here for.
So please don’t say you’re sorry,
I don’t need that from you,
To be young is to be reckless,
I’m glad I was young with you.
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No Saviour Big Enough
04:26
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There’s a devil in your bedroom,
There’s a demon in your barn,
A pale and bruised St. Francis
Tattooed on your arm,
A religious disposition,
A mind that’s breaking up,
You love your cup of darkness,
It’s always bottom up.
There’s no savior big enough,
To hold you in his arms,
There’s no savior big enough,
To quiet your alarms.
Your hymns are exquisite,
They are priceless gems,
For Jesus is your lover,
And you only sing for him,
For Jesus had to suffer,
He prayed upon a stone,
But just like all your lovers,
Jesus left you all alone.
There’s no savior big enough,
To hold you in his arms,
There’s no savior big enough,
To quiet your alarms.
You fell off of a dream ship,
You sank beneath the waves,
A great whale came and swallowed you,
His belly was your grave.
You slept upon a bed of bones,
In the deepest dark,
While beating all around you,
The pulsing of a heart.
There’s no savior big enough,
To hold you in his arms,
There’s no savior big enough,
To quiet your alarms.
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Ashes After Fire
04:22
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Standing on the back porch smoking a cigarette,
The night is a trap door that drops down to regret.
Voices across the water travel through the air,
They are miles away, but they sound
Like they’re right here.
And your breath leaves you like smoke,
Rising from the flames,
tearing through a dark house,
Ashes after fire,
Ashes after fire.
I went the Railway Club to visit with old friends,
They are doing well, yes, they’re wellness never ends,
I was envious of their smiles, I wished it wasn’t true,
They were so proud of their smiles,
they wished it wasn’t true.
And your breath leaves you like smoke,
Rising from the flames,
tearing through a dark house,
Ashes after fire,
Ashes after fire.
Whatever urge makes the song makes me tear it down.
I will not explain, I’ll just turn around.
The silence in the distance is the profile of your face,
I will trace the lines and then I will erase.
And your breath leaves you like smoke,
Rising from the flames,
tearing through a dark house,
Ashes after fire,
Ashes after fire.
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Out on the Backstretch
03:12
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I saw you outside the disco,
With your porn star friends,
You’re getting old now,
How will this end?
I thought I heard you say,
It happens everyday,
It’s not how you look,
It’s how you look away.
Out on the backstretch,
You got some debts,
Out on the backstretch,
You can’t forget,
Out on the backstretch,
Are you ready yet?
Sarah was a charmer,
That’s what they all said,
Like a song she’d get
inside you your head.
Well, she had a gift,
She needed a lift,
She took it and,
It took her.
Out on the backstretch,
You got some debts,
Out on the backstretch,
You can’t forget,
Out on the backstretch,
Are you ready yet?
Wave your magic wand,
Part the seven seas,
There was a time,
When you believed.
I met a man,
Claimed he could see,
Portions of eternity.
Out on the backstretch,
You got some debts,
Out on the backstretch,
You can’t forget,
Out on the backstretch,
Are you ready yet?
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