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Cornfields
04:47
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Maiden of the black rock
And the murky deep
You know how empty the days can be
Queen of horseflies
In the pitch black heat
Drifting all alone in a milky sea
Your motorbikes ruin
Like the bones of a beast
In a dark garage
On a plot unseen
Your voice kicked up gravel
And dead dogs teeth
Whispers in my ear
When i can’t find sleep
Is there heaven in the dirt is there a thought of me
If you’d be my way back
if you’d be my ride
Id lay down a pallet
And invite you inside
Could’ve sworn I seen angels
In the cornfields last night
They fed me cold water
Tore the skin from my eyes
Do you believe the things that you will never touch and never see again
Vanished plots of sun shining cicadas screaming in the summer wind
Do you love the things that you will never touch and never see again
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2. |
Sunshivers
02:45
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your voice
the devil and a clot of knives
at my door
your smiling for what seems like
the first time in a long time
I think I'm old enough
to breathe up all this dust
and feel just fine
in the sun
you shiver sun shivers
just who do you think you are
the life that left you in the weeds
has come to claim another heart
so take a good long look
everything that you've come to love
leaves in the end
maybe when were grown
the years that have made our mouths sing
creak to a close
and in the silence I'll see you
for what you truly are
but I don't want that all
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3. |
Tongue Tied
04:20
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Isabella
Indiana
on the turnpike staring daggers
Walking like a phantom between worlds,
I kept your jewelry I lost your picture,
The one we took in Sacramento,
My head was cut off your eyes were closed
Clementine
California
the desert shook me
I hope you know I'm not trying to complain
I'll be your blood I'll be your only
Well sip bourbon and watch the migrants
Work through the heat of the day
Leaves me tongue tied, tongue tied...
Madison
Minnesota
let's take a ride on your motorcycle
The prairie looks like arctic planes
White trash boys on the corner
Look the same for ever and ever and ever
Leaves me tongue tied, tongue tied…
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4. |
Migratory Birds
04:42
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Settler come in
It don’t matter what you did
I still see the same colors
Of days drunk off heat
Our bodies sweat the same
As they do on the day we die
And a world away
She tucks herself into the clay
Under twin moons
And from a silver ship above
I watched myself grow young
Utopias moving out from under us
As the centuries of sunlight
That kiss the vales beneath your eyes
Fractal shadows pass going gone
And a world away
She tucks herself into the clay
Under twin moons
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5. |
Virgins
02:55
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Called up some friends
In Chula Vista
We parked the car
On summers drive
And we got stoned
Like virgins on the lawn
Like little babies
With asphalt eyes
Hey there Tim
I think I’m dying
Hello Maggie
Yes I am fine
It's just these winds
Of rolling fortune
Sure to be uncertain
For the rest of time
When you're young the world tastes like blood
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6. |
The Leaving
04:04
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Whittled scraps and piles
A pallet pyre unbridled
Your features glow and mine do the same
Lit up like a bad sign
In a dancehall or a church fire
All that bad blood
That drank you up inside
And when you do rise
With engines in your eyes
You’ll know how sweet the leaving is
Falling from a cold bed
Onto hot floors of coal beds
You brush off and go about your day
Silent like I meant to
This morning when I left you
All alone in a steep dream miles away
A stagnant bend in a rivers spewing gape
Dear bless your eyes
And whoever wipes them dry
When you realize
How sweet the leaving is
Do you miss all that bad luck
And all your old friends
Do you still curse like a blind dog
Caught on a barbed wire fence
Do your back fields run wild
Are your dresses still torn
Do you miss that old hard world
That dirt floor and rot world
Tears swarm up like flies
In the good heat just outside
For how sweet the leaving is
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7. |
Static Companion
03:29
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