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Bad Advice
04:14
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I should have known we'd see some blood
we've been laughing way too long
we get these big ideas and let them slip away
who's madness makes the rain?
who's that calling from the cave?
I still imagine being wise
settled down, satisfied
I've done my best with bitter earth and bad advice
kiss every ghost goodnight
and let the law's gentle weight set you right
take your dollar to the dog patch, kid
we can't get cozy like our daddies did
I pawned my ring and earned my anchor yesterday
each of our fears fulfilled
and I'm hungry still
you call me brother but the buttermilk on your breath gives you away
the children shave and sing a song
I wish I knew where they belonged
but we don't keep their names for more than one night
some fates come calling twice
tired eyes in a heavy golden light
there is no answer anymore
but I waited to be sure
sometimes an empty window opens in the night
sometimes I know I'm right
sometimes I only want a fight
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2. |
Red Meat Cadillac
02:45
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honeyed up bachelors changing bandages
a cadillac crawl along the river's edge
why don't you school me? I'm soft as red meat
two little tourists grinding out some old grief
keep your spirit fit to fight
those pure and modern valentines
we're too old to be satisfied
darling, where's your appetite
do do do do do do do do do do do do!
is that an answer?
is that some kind of answer?
drop a couple low notes from your little yellow window
I just want to know
if I'm alone
you say you're deadly, well, blow me a cool breeze
big glass vertigo and solemn iron odysseys
takes more that enemies to make a soldier
next time we'll know it's already over
keep your spirit fit to fight
those pure and modern valentines
we're too old to be satisfied
darling, where's your appetite
do do do do do do do do do do do do!
is that an answer?
is that some kind of answer?
drop a couple low notes from your little yellow window
I just want to know
if I'm alone
drop your droning victories and give me back my city
I'm not sorry
and now you know
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3. |
Slow Dancer, Bread Baker
05:34
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a heartbeat like footsteps in the snow
a pulse with no place else to go
maybe I walk out that door
and raise a chorus of my own
I fall in love on nights like this
maybe I ought to make a wish
the moon's a yellow boat
tilting on the belly of a fish
I know I'm strong as any angel they could send
I don't want to hide the tears or hang my head
smiling 'cause I'm dancing slow and learning to bake bread
crying 'cause I'm still a fool starting again
I know that I get no kick
from a crumbhouse of pricks
I took a long walk home
dragging the anchor of your kiss
I'm not afraid to be your friend
I'm old enough to know where you've been
I'm not afraid that we won't
find that good thing again
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4. |
All The Law Allows
04:56
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some kind of innocence
the weakest tango in town
a suspicious white witness wallowing
in the halfwit pride of a satisfied hound
all the law allows
on an August night
I've been cured of faith by you carnivals
of fucked up saints snapping pistols at the prize
fear sings from his grave
shuts the sky and narrows the way
makes the mirror strange
shakes our dreams down to prayers and complaints
everywhere I go
white light, white heat
see the master's children stumbling home
safe as stones at the bottom of the sea
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5. |
Each Of Us Children
04:58
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some days begin with applause and weakness
some appetites are fed entire seasons
I ain't no orphan, just real hungry
know how it feels when somebody loves me
you're still forgetful, still sentimental
playing me fragments on the piano
maybe you don't know or you don't want to
raised by trouble, working for the ghosts that haunt you
I want to feel a little faith that we're not all wrong
one day you're gonna come to rest in my loving arms
one day I want to bring us all back home
I held my baby all through his fever
some dusty vinyl made us believers
in mountain bluebirds and valley gospel
three lovers singing outside the hospital
each of us children just bound to wander
the water's deeper, the days are longer
I want to keep our hearts savage as summer
I want to shake you down like a mile of black thunder
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6. |
Everything Is True
04:49
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there's a story about me
but not much proof
some folks want an answer
a miracle just won't do
I'm not proud
but I had my way
and when I came home
I just wasn't the same
everything's true and each breath a curse
and still warm honey runs in every vein of all the earth
a terrible lightness, a love turning away
and my heart splits with laughter and the evidence of any mercy fades
and didn't I love you?
don't worry about me
'cause I just can't quit
and I'll cry if I want to
I'll sweat and I'll spit
I've been given
good days to live
and I ain't lost as much
as I've had the pleasure to give
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7. |
Bring It To Me
04:05
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everybody knows it's you
taking old sorrow someplace new
we hear you singing through the walls
and we saw you run just like a god damned dog
you can spend your money, you can stare me down
and live by the rules of your springtime town
but I hate to see you take that weight
when it don't mean a thing to play it so straight
bring it to me
when there ain't no answer
and a dream's no shelter
bring it to me
when they lied to you and you just had to let them leave
we don't need to understand
where our longing may lead, what desire demands
you're still a stranger, still salt water's son
when the feeling returns you can see what you've done
can you say the words you used to sing?
you used to remember everything
but this is different, fear just fades away
like the weight of a ring, like the heat of the day
bring it to me
let your heart come calling
in the early morning
bring it to me
I want you just the way you are, bruised and bittersweet
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8. |
River Run Low
05:44
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river run low, warm as cream and coffee
take me back home, don't leave me here to dream
white neon and hay bales on the breeze
your lawless majesty
it's too much to leave behind
your kindness has made a fool of me
it's made a mess out of me
what do you hear? a brass bell in the harbor
and my own hopeless tear, what am I supposed to say?
I thought I'd be proud today
I suppose I've been tempting fate
rehearsing perfect crimes
hypnotized by my enemy
he says "you're working for me."
he says
bop shoo bop shoo bop bop shoo bop
doo do doo doo lang doo lang doo wah
too young to wait another night
and blessed with such an appetite
little black boat, a spirit on the water
and a song in my bones as my lover has her way
three seasons of satisfied grace
worn to threadbare faith
this little light of mine
is a little bit brighter when you call my name
go on and call my name
call me
bop shoo bop shoo bop bop shoo bop
doo do doo doo lang doo lang doo wah
too young to wait another night
and blessed with such an appetite
and it's too late to make a deal
held here underneath your heel
bop shoo bop shoo bop bop shoo bop
doo do doo doo lang doo lang doo wah
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9. |
Seven Days
02:53
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seven days in the drawl of a river's dream
and I didn't waste a mouthful of moonlight
have you heard there's a change come over me
I've bowed beneath your gaze for the last time
don't I look like I know what's good for me?
don't you think I know what it feels like?
don't you think I know what it feels like?
I ain't no tire iron tough
I remember when once was enough
maybe it hurts even more
but I remember everything we hoped for
seven days in the shroud of a summer's rain
I have almost lost my mind
seven bottle caps bouncing in the sink
and we're out the door in short pants and shoeshine
I didn't harvest the horns of our corn-fed king
but I heard you the first time
don't you think I know what it feels like?
I ain't no tire iron tough
I remember when once was enough
maybe it hurts even more
but I remember everything we hoped for
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10. |
New Year's Day Matinee
04:15
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I was a ragtime millionaire
I was handsome like a hound in my underwear
I was just standing there
on the beach, blowing kisses out to sea
some days I can't stop smiling
some memory lets the light in
ain't new year's day a fine thing
in such fine company
I wish I was with you
wish you wrote the rules
I wish I could keep you closer
I wish I could leave you all my love
when the devil takes me out
I wish I could keep you closer
one hundred years of winter
and I was just a bare assed beginner
trying to do right by the sinners
who took me into their hearts
why do we let the good things go
red sunset and a little black boat
and kisses like nobody knows
I cover the waterfront, but that's no way to make a new start
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11. |
Sing One More
04:09
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is it to much to ask to sing one more with me?
a little monument to an elephant band, a little mercy
remember what's wrong, remember what we gave
too much to turn our back as the strange scars of devotion fade
I want to make you proud to say my name
though it would have its price, 'twas wrath that woke in me
I let a lie begin, I drew blood, I turned on you, baby
a child's medecine, changing the memory
if we had called it love, then love it might have been
I want to make you proud to say my name
you know my weakness now, you know everything
wake up that sunken stone
wake up the wild prayers, wake up the radio
oh, darling, where you been?
been gathering the light at the limits of my skin
I'm doubling my debt
I'm burning down the house, I'll take what I can get
reveal yourself to me
so this is all that's left, so this is all we need
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did you hear the thunder?
did you hear the brass?
pigeon kings in rapture
hounds in tall green grass
a little christian pleasure
but not for everyone
you got what you wanted
and now you want to run
too long in the pocket lipping out a lie
strong and sweet
why you kissing cops and leaving the best behind?
why you meeting the queen and keeping her satisfied?
I want to be your brother
I want to make you proud
all I want is trouble
its kingdom and its crown
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13. |
Too Young
03:39
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I was much too young to be married
still I felt so proud, still I took a bow
in the skin of dreams, what strange submission
to sympathy and secrecy
remind me where I ought to be
what you made of me
I promise I couldn't care less
if you take me back or touch the scar
you sleeping saints, you pure hearts
under silver clouds and sheets of white sun
I'm your enemy, kiss me quietly
light the last fumes of my honour
and let me fly from paradise
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Galen Hartley Bordeaux, France
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