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Queen Mary Trash
04:23
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Sarah's in the tavern, man she likes those creeps,
wears a parka and a sweater, but says she hates the heat.
Sweat drops hit the table as she counts out her cash,
and the boys they all call her Miss Queen Mary Trash.
Took my guitar to the pawnshop, I drank til half past two. Sarah she kept on smiling, she reminded me of you.
On the other side of love, where everything turns cheap,
it's winter time in Montreal, I'm down on DeCarie Street.
Over at the cafe where the losers sit and stare,
they're all reading Leonard Cohen, but Leonard man,
he's not here,
The churches are all empty, there's nothing left to say,
you never were a sailor and I never learned to pray.
Took my guitar to the pawnshop, I drank til half past two. Sarah she kept on smiling, she reminded me of you.
On the other side of love, where everything turns cheap,
it's winter time in Montreal, I'm down on DeCarie Street.
I went and walked for hours, up old St. Joe's hill,
repeating all those hurtful words and eating small white pills,
I saw a pilgrim climbing on his knees, up those long, steep stairs,
I thought of Sarah weeping in her poverty of care.
Took my guitar to the pawnshop, I drank til half past two. Sarah she kept on smiling, she reminded me of you.
On the other side of love, where everything turns cheap,
it's winter time in Montreal, I'm down on DeCarie Street.
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2. |
Riverboat
04:31
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This riverboat captain's crazy,
he's not going to stop at nothing,
and even though that river might look lazy,
it's always hiding something.
I saw that man he was nailed to the wall,
I heard the sound of your big guns,
blue world where I remembered,
the warm light of the sun coming down.
Old man standing out on the bow,
been such a long time since he made that vow,
to the mistress of this river,
he's going to bring it back to her somehow.
I saw that man he was nailed to the wall,
I heard the sound of your big guns,
blue world where I remembered,
the warm light of the sun coming down.
Well, in the evening you can feel the danger,
hot humid heat out on that deck,
and all those faces, they're just strangers,
as you feel that tighten around your neck.
I saw that man he was nailed to the wall,
I heard the sound of your big guns,
blue world where I remembered,
the warm light of the sun coming down.
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3. |
Minotaur
05:14
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I dreamed I was a minotaur,
my mother, lovely mother was a queen.
Her lover, secret lover, was a bull.
They said my birth it was obscene.
And I love the screams of those Athen's girls,
The way they run it's such a thrill.
I love the screams of those Athen's boys,
the way they beg I got no choice.
So they locked me up in this labyrinth,
to walk these winding halls alone,
just me, just me, just me and all these bones,
tribute of sacrificial slaves.
And I love the screams of those Athen's girls,
The way they beg it's such a thrill.
I love the screams of those Athen's boys,
the way they run I got no choice.
I'm your monster.
I'm your monster.
I'm your monster.
With love.
They say young Theseus, he's cunning strong, he's got a gift.
They say young Thesus, he's going to kill me.
Oh Theseus, what a lovely gift.
And I love the screams of those Athen's girls,
The way they run it's such a thrill.
I love the screams of those Athen's boys,
the way they beg I got no choice.
I'm your monster.
I'm your monster.
I'm your monster.
I'm your monster.
I'm your monster.
I'm your monster.
I'm your monster.
With love.
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4. |
Out Of This World
05:34
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I ain't got no money,
and I can not explain,
how I've squandered every single opportunity,
that's ever come my way.
Well hey there Rachel,
are you still looking for blood?
I was hoping, I was hoping, I was hoping,
you found some peace, because you know
you can't ever get enough.
Oh and you're out of this world,
honey, you always were.
Well, you're out of this world,
but you're stuck in it anyways.
I always felt, felt like a stray dog,
never wanted around.
On the day when I turned sixteen,
I caught the first bus out of my home town.
You say you want a new mythology,
how you need a twist in the plot,
but honey I love ya, just the way you are,
and I really like all the ways that you're not.
Oh and you're out of this world,
honey, you always were.
Well, you're out of this world,
but you're stuck in it anyways.
You tell me that you never had any luck,
that's something I can understand.
But luck sometimes is overrated girl,
what you need is a plan.
Oh and you're out of this world,
honey, you always were.
Well, you're out of this world,
but you're stuck in it anyways.
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5. |
Monument
04:06
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She might be an accident or a monument,
a hidden fountain in my heart, a ghost ship in my head,
she's talking to the living, but she's singing for the dead.
She sent me a secret message, this is what it said.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know where you're from,
they say down in the valley
you might not be the one.
I saw her on the mountainside she was wrestling with stone,
Carving out a portrait so she would not feel alone,
these faces of earth and these faces of sky,
what do all these faces got to do with you and I.
I don't know where you're going,
and I don't know where you're from,
they say down in the valley that you buried someone.
And I don't know where you're going,
and I don't know where you're from,
they say down in the valley
you might not be the one.
I wish that I could write a song to devastate your soul,
and once having heard it you never could be whole,
and so you'd have to find me and ask me for the parts,
so you could back together what was once your heart.
And I know it might sound cruel, like a wicked testament,
but I promise you these parable they have no ill intent.
I know the day will come, I'll see you again,
but first you'll have to lose those cloak and dagger friends.
I don't know where you're going,
and I don't know where you're from,
they say down in the valley that you buried someone.
And I don't know where I'm going,
and I don't know where I'm from,
they say down the valley
you might not be the one.
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6. |
Van City
04:33
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Tell me what you want, tell me what you need,
I'll give you what I got, even if I bleed.
I had my fortune read, oh this is what it said,
dead men they keep talking even if they're dead.
You don't see many stars at night around here,
but if you live here long enough you forget to care.
Oh, oh, another night in Van City.
Oh, oh, but the women are so pretty.
Here's comes little Frankie, he wants to be a shark,
but poor little Frankie boys, he don't got the heart.
I found my girl, she'd been crying all night,
she said they'll take your dignity no matter the price.
Oh underneath the viaduct, in the empty air,
I heard somebody screaming, but nobody was there
Oh, oh, another night in Van City.
Oh, oh, but the women are so pretty.
There's so many wounded it's hard to believe,
sometimes late at night I can barely breathe,
I wish that you were here with me,
but the distance it gets so great, and we can't see.
Mary is a miner, but it's not a heart of gold.
She doesn't give a shit how many cds you have sold,
she's working underground beneath the city walls,
she's going to bring it down, she's going to make it fall.
Oh, oh, another night in Van City.
Oh, oh, but the women look so pretty.
Oh, oh, another night in Van City.
Oh, oh, but the women are so pretty.
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7. |
What We've Been Saying
03:36
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I can see a savage kind of grace,
in the forests of your face,
and I can see that there's a story to tell,
part heaven, part hell.
She said that she'd lived most of her life,
buried inside a knife,
driven deep down in the dirt,
driven deep down by the curse.
And I'm not sure what we've been saying,
but I'm pretty sure that we've been praying.
The city cut off the water supply,
and every single pipe in the city went dry,
the people gathered out in the street,
the people gathered to seek relief,
from the thirst deep down in their bones,
from the thirst that they called home.
And I'm not sure what we've been saying,
but I'm pretty sure that we've been praying.
They put a blanket on a bed,
to cover the desert in the head,
of a man he lay there, he could not talk,
a man he lay there, he could not walk.
And I'm not sure what we've been saying,
but I'm pretty sure that we've been praying.
And I'm not sure what we've been saying,
but I'm pretty sure that we've been praying.
And I'm not sure what we've been saying,
but I'm pretty sure that we've been praying.
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8. |
Night Field Again
03:43
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Yankee hotel forlorn, I heard that a babe was born,
I found a gold watch lying in the hall.
A woman came right out of her room,
She passed by close said are you leaving soon?
No momma, not if you're staying awhile.
A greenback dollar won't get you no home,
boy you know you've been so stoned,
ever since before you could crawl.
Standing out in that night field again,
see the lightning, feel the rain.
Standing out in that night field again,
count the shame...
Barroom girls and paper wings,
I never met her but I like it when she sings,
she made me cry once on the radio.
But Captain Soul he caught that train,
and now you know, everything has changed,
well, my skin's getting kind of thin.
Cause every time you come around,
you tear my silhouette right down.
I'm getting tired of making love
to the wind.
Standing out in that night field again,
see the lightning, feel the rain.
Standing out in that night field again,
count the shame...
Easy Rider got some dandelion wine,
he was lying in the sun, he was feeling fine,
til them clouds rolled off the bay.
Oh man your box of smoke, another kind of rope,
pendulum swings back from hope,
I hear Oaxaca's nice this time of year.
Oh, but your Birmingham jail is a small, tight space,
sick and sober I stared you in the face,
oh that needle's gonna do me for awhile.
Standing out in that night field again,
see the lightning, feel the rain.
Standing out in that night field again,
count the shame...
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9. |
Mist In The Valley
04:07
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There's a mist in the valley,
there's a mist in the valley,
there's a mist in the valley,
boy, don't you load that coal.
Oh, oh, Miss Sally,
oh, oh Miss Sally,
oh, oh Miss Sally
you got to load that coal.
That black diamond's going to be
the death of me I know, I know.
Oh, oh my brother,
oh, oh my brother,
oh, oh my brother,
don't you load that coal.
Everywhere you go,
man, everywhere you go,
man, everywhere you go,
you to load that coal.
That black diamond's going to be
the death of me I know, I know.
There's a fire in the desert,
There's a fire in the desert,
There's a fire in the desert,
don't you load that coal.
Black chopper on high,
black chopper on high,
black chopper on high,
you got to load that coal.
That black diamond's going to be
the death of me I know, I know.
There's a mist in the valley,
there's a mist in the valley,
there's a mist in the valley,
boy you got to load that coal.
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10. |
You're A Lion
03:56
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Now you're anchored to the shore,
you tell me that you don't dream no more,
ah, but you're a lion,
you can't stop trying.
You've always been such a freak,
I love to listen when you speak,
so it's time to practice what you preach,
but I understand that you're just feeling weak.
Yeah, cause line 'em up and knock 'em down,
yeah, that's the motto in this heartbreak town,
but you and I, we've been around,
you and I have stood on sacred ground.
Oh, so don't pretend,
you could never be like them.
You weren't born for a cage,
though I know it's all the rage,
forget 'em if they can't take a joke.
That woman, she's so nice,
smiling as she sharpens up her knife,
she wants to be a Nashville queen,
yeah, she's so hungry to make that scene,
but you could never be that lame,
yeah, cause you could never play that game,
cause if you got the Memphis blues,
it's not what you win, it's what you lose.
Oh, so don't pretend,
you could never be like them.
You weren't born for a cage,
though I know it's all the rage,
forget 'em if they can't take a joke.
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11. |
Underground
03:57
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You like to park like a wasted rockstar,
always talking like you know where we are,
I like to smoke like a faded movie star,
never quite sure of where we are.
Down, I get so down, you're not around.
It can get lonely in the underground.
It's so hip, don't you know,
trade your soul for a line of clothes,
it's so American, yeah that's right,
doing cocaine off the cover of Vice.
Down, I get so down, you're not around.
It can get lonely in the underground.
Ah, we were just freaks, all in on it,
our own special, slow motion accident.
Do you ever wonder where it all went?
Down, I get so down, it's not around
Down, I get so down, you're not around.
I took more than I could return,
I gave away more than I ever earned,
I built a fire, jumped right in,
we're all liars, but you're my friend.
Down, I get so down, you're not around.
It can get lonely in the underground.
Down, I get so down, you're not around.
It can get lonely in the underground.
Down, I get so down, you're not around.
It can get lonely in the underground.
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Across the river above the hills,
hawk circles for the kills.
His eyes are keen, his talons strong,
when he strikes he's seldom wrong.
The dice are loaded honey we can't win,
when that shadow comes dropping in,
it's not virtue, it's not sin,
it's just a matter of when.
Everything is taken from us,
everything is taken from us,
everything is taken from us.
Come on baby say what you mean,
we both know love's no vaccine.
We said the words all lovers say,
but now we just don't feel that way.
As you stare into to my face,
another's gonna fill that space,
and that face in turn shall fade,
don't be sorry honey it's okay.
Everything is taken from us,
everything is taken from us,
everything is taken from us.
Love is the flesh torn by thirst,
each kiss drives in a hurt,
it gets better as it gets worse,
someone just blow out the sun.
Everything is taken from us,
everything is taken from us,
everything is taken from us.
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13. |
Paris Spleen
03:11
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Your heroin sweats, your tunnel black eyes,
your prostitution alleys and gaunt Madonna sighs,
your Mati Hari hips, your film noir scenes,
your punk rock boots and your pill bottle schemes.
You got that Paris spleen,
Honey, I said oh, you got that Paris spleen,
honey, I said oh, you got that Paris spleen.
You know I've never been, you know I've never been.
You know I've never been, you know I've never been.
Your Marquis de Sade, your marble white neck,
your art deco soul and your car crash sex,
your demolition heart, your back stage strut,
the way you shut your eyes
when you call someone a cunt.
You got that Paris spleen,
Honey, I said oh, you got that Paris spleen,
honey, I said oh, you got that Paris spleen.
You know I've never been, you know I've never been.
You know I've never been, you know I've never been.
Your suicide poets, your New York Dolls,
your black t-shirts and your ambulance calls,
your secret diaries, your hair dress queens,
your burned out lipstick and your dirty limousines.
You got that Paris spleen,
Honey, I said oh, you got that Paris spleen,
honey, I said oh, you got that Paris spleen.
You know I've never been, you know I've never been.
You know I've never been, you know I've never been.
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14. |
You Ain't No One
04:29
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Dirt in your mouth, you wake up in a field,
sun beating down, it's getting kind of real,
you got no idea where you are,
a pack of matches from a roadside bar.
You ain't Steve Earle, you ain't Neil Young,
you ain't Bob Dylan, you ain't no one.
Blood on your shirt boy, you got blood on your jeans,
you don't know what you did ,but you know caused a scene,
your hands are cut up and your feet are too,
you stagger to the highway cause that's just what you do
when you ain't Steve Earle, you ain't Neil Young,
you ain't Bob Dylan, you ain't no one.
No one, no one's gonna write a book about you,
and no one, no one's gonna make a movie about you,
just another twisted idiot, another fuck up,
out of luck, out of money, and out of love.
You never could get along,
drink in your hand, head full of songs,
some say they're good, some say they're bad,
it doesn't fucking matter,
cause they're all you fucking have.
You ain't Steve Earle, you ain't Neil Young,
you ain't Bob Dylan, you ain't no one.
No one, no one's gonna write a book about you,
and no one, no one's gonna make a movie about you,
just another twisted idiot, another fuck up,
out of luck, out of money, and out of love.
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15. |
Pleasure and Pain
06:12
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Oh dearest Elaine, well you know I cannot explain,
these messages you send burning my brain,
and I can't tell the difference,
pleasure and pain.
I love to watch you do your card tricks,
with your half shut eyes and your dangerous lips,
everybody knows your going to sink my ships,
but I can't tell the difference.
Pleasure and pain, oh dearest Elaine,
I got no business casting blame,
it takes two to play this game,
oh pleasure and pain.
Sometimes I feel like a knight of old,
doing exactly for his damsel as he's told,
but sometimes I can't help but wonder,
am I a hero or fool,
and I can't tell the difference,
pleasure and pain.
You write me the sweetest little lines,
but there's so much sour between the lines,
and everybody says it's just a matter of time,
and I can't tell the difference.
Pleasure and pain, oh dearest Elaine,
I got no business casting blame,
it takes two to play this game,
oh pleasure and pain.
Sometimes you got to be cruel to be kind,
I ask you Elaine where going to draw the line,
especially when I'm so confused all the time,
I can't the difference,
pleasure and pain.
Oh dearest Elaine, I love you so,
and it's me so much every time you go,
can't you see Elaine I need to know,
and I can't tell the difference.
Pleasure and pain, oh dearest Elaine,
I got no business casting blame,
it takes two to play this game,
oh pleasure and pain.
Oh dearest Elaine, it's all pleasure and pain,
Oh dearest Elaine, it's all pleasure and pain.
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16. |
Elijah, Come On!
03:25
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He came down from the mountain with the black suit blues,
a pointed headed rooster and shiny pair of shoes,
the Devil in his pocked, God in his right hand,
and the wisdom of the thunder that no one understands,
the wisdom of the thunder that no one understands.
Oh, Elijah, come on! Elijah.
Lightning flashed across his eyes,
communion with the earth and sky,
the rooster crowed a killing song,
oh come on man, it won't be long,
oh come on man, it won't be long
Oh Elijah, come on!
Oh Elijah, come on!
He threw open his arms and started to shout,
so you think you know what it's all about,
the devil laughed, god just grinned,
oh gather round for I'm about to begin,
oh gather round for I'm about to begin.
Oh Elijah, come on!
Oh Elijah, come on!
You think you own the mountains
and you think you own the trees,
you think you own the rivers
and the lakes and the seas,
you think you own the stars
burning in the sky,
you don't own nothing, it's all a lie
you don't own nothing, it's all a lie.
Oh Elijah, come on!
Oh Elijah, come on!
A great wind started to blow,
down came hail and down came snow,
down came fire and down came rain,
you're never gonna learn, you're never gonna change,
you're never gonna learn, you're never gonna change,
you're never gonna learn, you're never gonna change,
you're never gonna learn, you're neve gonna change.
Oh Elijah, come on!
Oh Elijah, come on!
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17. |
My Loves Rides
04:03
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My love is a rider, she rides on the storm,
my love's been riding since the day that I was born.
Oh, my love rides.
Let the dark waters rise, let them block out the night,
let the cities tremble in the trembling night.
Oh, my love rides.
I waited in the station and I sweated in the streets,
I've been down to where the holy waters meet.
Oh, my love rides.
I heard those voices so soft and close by,
I laid down my head, I said a prayer in disguise,
because my love rides, my love rides.
The dragon's on the rampage, he's everywhere you look,
he's got more lies than a library's got books.
Oh, my love rides.
I saw you in the back room, I heard you on the stairs,
I know what you've been doing and you better beware.
Oh, my love rides.
I heard them voices so soft and close by,
I laid down my head, I said a prayer in disguise,
because my love rides, my love rides.
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18. |
Napoleon Hill
04:59
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Over here at Napoleon Hill,
break blow until you get your fill,
oh yeah, there's nothing that you can't kill,
over here at Napoleon Hill.
Oh yeah, this flophouse is rocking tonight,
someone please turn off those lights,
is it the noose honey or is it the knife,
you know I don't care, I'm feeling alright.
Oh, and I make myself ill,
all these things that I do and I feel,
oh yeah there's nothing you can't kill,
over here at Napoleon Hill.
She got a snake tattooed on her arm,
I shed my skin boy, now I'll do you no harm.
Oh but you know it didn't take her too long,
now she's right back there where she belongs.
Oh, and I make myself ill,
all these things that I do and I feel,
oh yeah there's nothing you can't kill,
over here at Napoleon Hill.
Over here at Napoleon Hill,
break blow until you get your fill,
there's nothing you can't kill,
over here at Napoleon Hill.
Oh yeah this Flophouse is rocking tonight,
Oh yeah baby you're looking alright,
is it the noose or is it the knife,
yeah, you know I don't care, I'm feeling alright.
Oh, and I make myself ill,
all these things that I do and I feel,
oh yeah there's nothing you can't kill,
over here at Napoleon Hill.
Oh, and I make myself ill,
all these things that I do and I feel,
oh yeah there's nothing you can't kill,
over here at Napoleon Hill.
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19. |
Sorrow On The Mountain
02:30
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Hey little sister did you hear the news,
they got the fast man on the run,
somewhere out past Frisco bay,
a cadillac and trunk full of guns,
a cadillac and trunk full of guns.
I went down to New Orleans,
I played dice with the Voodoo Queen,
she cleaned me out and gave me bad dreams,
now nothing is what it seemed.
Sorrow on the mountain, fire in your head,
hey there boy you got the devil in your bed.
Sorrow on the mountain, fire in your head,
hey there boy, you're going to wind up dead.
In the mornings Rachel would sing
that song she'd come to love.
She left a letter in my right boot,
and a picture of a snow white dove.
Sorrow on the mountain, fire in your head,
hey there boy you got the devil in your bed.
Sorrow on the mountain, fire in your head,
hey there boy, you're going to wind up dead.
Rattlesnake bit right through the bone,
I was born to be alone,
I see shadow, I see stone,
I'll call you up on the telephone.
Sorrow on the mountain, fire in your head,
hey there boy you got the devil in your bed.
Sorrow on the mountain, fire in your head,
hey there boy, you're going to wind up dead.
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20. |
Matador
03:47
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Matador, matador, dressed up in your suit of light,
standing in the midday sun are you ready for the flight?
Oh yeah, you're tall and lean
and everybody says you're a killing machine.
Oh, will your sword be true?
And all the pretty girls go oh, oh, oh.
Matador, matador you got blood all over your hands.
You serve an iron god in an iron land.
Wrapped up in the folds of your cape,
but in the end there's no escape.
Oh, will your sword be true?
And all the pretty girls go oh, oh, oh.
Oh hear them drums, pounding out my name,
oh here it comes, black beast unchained!
Matador, matador at the center of the crowd,
listen now as they gather round,
they're going to sing your praises loud,
but can you tell me what it's all supposed to mean,
in the middle of the night when you wake up and scream.
Oh, will your sword be true?
And all the pretty girls go oh, oh, oh.
Oh hear them drums, pounding out my name,
oh here it comes, black beast unchained!
Oh Rosalita, something's chasing me.
Oh Rosalita, and it won't let me be.
Oh Rosalita, something's chasing me.
Oh Rosalita, and it won't let me be.
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I met a girl down in Tennessee,
she said I know how you feel and she smiled at me.
I stayed awhile, I didn't take too much,
just that smile, it was enough.
You gave me my name then spit on the ground,
then turned your back and said I'll see you around.
Just a born loser, yeah that's a fact.
I hit the road early and I never looked back.
Back in Pittsburgh I almost died,
I hit the wrong bar and I hit the wrong guy.
He cut me six times with his hunting knife,
he took all my money, but he left me my life.
I worked in the mines and I worked on the rails,
I've been in soup lines, I've been in jail.
I've been everywhere and sometimes twice,
I slept beneath the stars and the city lights.
Sometimes once I'd like to go back,
but everybody knows it don't work like that.
My name is Abel, my name is Cain,
I'm the snow, I'm the highway, I'm the pouring rain.
I met a girl way down in Tennessee,
She said I know how you feel and she smiled at me.
I stayed awhile, I didn't take too much,
just that smile it was enough.
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22. |
Borderline
04:26
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Well, broken lines and double binds,
it happens all the time,
when you're traveling,
when you're traveling blind,
when you're out on the borderline.
Your tired roses and your glass of dust,
And your precious things they don't mean much,
when you're traveling, when you're traveling rough,
when you're out on the borderline.
And the trash fires burn for miles around,
there's no water to be found,
and the sun stares down like a derelict clown,
you stand in your hunger and you pray to be found,
out on the borderline, on the borderline.
The moon is gone now and the ground's turned cold,
and you think about the stories old,
and you don't need money, no you don't need gold,
you're out on the borderline.
Oh sweet Maria, I can see your face,
enfold me in your mystery's grace,
for I am lost in this desert place,
I'm out on the borderline.
And the trash fires burn for miles around,
there's no water to be found,
and the sun stares down like a derelict clown,
you stand in your hunger and you pray to be found,
out on the borderline, on the borderline.
You shut your eyes now and you fall to sleep,
and you sink like a stone through waters deep,
miles further on there's a promise to keep,
you're out on the borderline.
And the trash fires burn for miles around,
there's no water to be found,
and the sun stares down like a derelict clown,
you stand in the hunger and you pray to be found,
our on the borderline, on the borderline.
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23. |
When The World Was Young
04:03
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On the bus to Oaxaca with a head full of coke,
oh I was feeling so strung out, way beyond hope,
ten pesos in my pocket and no more dope,
I was feeling like the hangman, I was feeling like the rope.
When the world was young, when the world was dumb,
when the world was young.
You gonna speak or just stand there and choke.
I said what's that supposed to mean,
is that some kind of joke.
Well, she grinned, then she laughed,
then she blew out some smoke.
She said I see you've got no class, and you're dead broke.
Three days and nights I was under her care.
Everything she had was our's to share.
On that fourth day when I awoke there was nobody there,
twelve hundred pesos and a book of poems left on the chair.
When the world was young, when the world was dumb,
when the was young.
Six of us squatting in a two room place.
We were scamming welfare, cooking on a hot place.
I thought I heard some noise, but it was too late,
oh the cops came rushing in and they smashed my face.
Eight hours later when I was released,
I found little Donny waiting for me out on the street,
He said I went and found some money,
let's get something to eat.
I said sounds good to me brother, and fuck the police.
When the world was young, when the world was dumb,
when the world was young.
Twenty years later I'm living out West,
I started with nothing, I got lots of nothing left.
They say the palace of wisdom is on the road of excess,
I don't know nothing about that, but I still feel blessed.
I'm not much, I'm practically unknown,
but when I sing it's still close to the bone,
and the life that I've led, it's been all my own,
the kindness I've received and the love I've been shown.
When the world was young, when the world was dumb,
when the world was young,
When the world was young, when the world was dumb,
when the world was young.
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24. |
Voyager
04:33
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Will you understand all the works of my hand,
will never be enough to fill up your empty cup.
Summer rain and summer heat serve to grow harvest wheat,
Shut your eyes now go to sleep, rest assured it will keep.
When you feel no pain, your life has lost its name.
When it comes back 'round again,
you better make it your friend.
Oh Voyager, staring up at the stars,
do you really need to go and take things that far?
Feet on the ground you can hear distant sounds
crystal heavens make, all right here for you to take.
When you feel no pain, your life has lost its name.
When it comes back 'round again,
you better make it your friend.
You claim innocence of everything that went before,
and while that might be true, the choice is your's,
it's only your's,
sometimes you will give, sometimes you will take,
sometimes you will stand, sometimes you will break.
When you feel no pain, your life has lost its name.
When it comes back 'round again,
you better make it your friend
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You can't just sit down and write songs like these. You have to wrestle with the angel first. Tyrella has done that- the proof is the songs on Albedo. He is a master songwriter.
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