1. |
Never Hard
02:17
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Hey, little child, how'd you learn to kill
Your parents are preachers
And they're preachin' 'bout peace and forgiveness
And hey, little bird, how'd you learn to fly
I am not your mother
I don't have any wings to get high
And hey, whole wide world, when did you learn to die
You're s'posed to last forever
We don't have any place but here
Well
It's never hard to see through the whites of your eyes
When you tell me exactly what you're thinkin'
It's never hard to see through the whites of your lies
It's never hard to see through the whites of your eyes
When you tell me exactly what you're thinkin'
It's never hard to see through the whites of your lies
Hey, chubby statesman, when'd you learn to lie
You grew up on the prairie
And they taught you 'bout truth and pride
And hey, Holy Ghost, when did you disappear
You're s'posed to be with us
You're s'posed to guide us from fear
And hey, little child, how'd you learn to kill
Your parents are preachers
And they're preachin' about peace and forgiveness
Well
It's never hard to see through the whites of your eyes
When you tell me exactly what you're thinkin'
It's never hard to see through the whites of your lies
It's never hard to see through the whites of your eyes
When you tell me exactly what you're thinkin'
It's never hard to see through the whites of your lies
Sometimes it's so hard
To just ask why
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2. |
Local Meat
03:17
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There's an ice pick tappin' on a tin roof, baby
There's a woman with a gun in the air
And she's askin' for the time now, baby
Through the chorus of streetlights
"Man," said, "I've been twistin' arms for so many years
"And they've been talk-talk-talkin' about
The hand of Christ intervening
But I swear up until now I ain't seen it"
And so that pauper gasped, said
"Oh my, my-my-my-my, my god
I have a history of burying lovers"
And as my heartbeat snapped
I started falling to submission
So I jumped up and screamed
And I flattened like a fish
They've been talk-talk-talkin' about
The hand of Christ intervening
But I swear up until now I ain't seen nothin'
And so I made a career
Of smearing tar and throwing feathers
And distilling antivenom
From the words in love letters
It's versatile, my friend
'Cause I've been painting seven faces
I can glue on a stick
To keep me covered just in case
Been talk-talk-talkin' about
The hand of Christ intervening
But I swear up until now I ain't seen it
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3. |
Cold Casket
04:08
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She has like three girlfriends now
What are you to do next
Do you remember the password
We made when we were thirteen
Oh to be thirteen and to have nowhere to go
After midnight
After midnight
Oh after midnight
After midnight
Singing
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
"Oh to be thirteen and to have nowhere to go
After midnight," she said
As she glanced at the clock in the basement
There was still so much time
Before the school was even open
So we sang and wrote down everything
In a book that we called a diary, well
And we called it a diary, a diary, well
And we called it a diary
Singing
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
And like a bear
Reaching for the flesh between the bear trap
We suddenly realized we had been lied to
And like a bear
Reaching for the flesh between the bear trap
We suddenly realized we had been lied to
And like a bear
Reaching for the flesh between the bear trap
We suddenly realized we had been lied to
And it started slow just like a bull running down Wall Street
And it quickly gained speed as we sang
We sang la da da-da da da
Da da-da, da-da-da, da-da
La da da da da da da
La da da-da da da
Da da-da, da-da-da, da-da
La da da da da da da
La da da-da da da
Da da-da, da-da-da, da-da
La da da da da da da
La da da-da da da
Da da-da, da-da-da, da-da
La da da da da da da
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
Service ended early
Cold casket on a sunny Sunday morning
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4. |
The Coal Mines
03:29
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Maybe the mist might mingle with the miner
When the poor man is chippin' out coal
There's a tin-tack-clack when the axe comes down
And the water vapor's fillin' that hole
And there'll be a day when your skin dries up
You've got to keep your bones in place
There'll be a day when you skin dries up
You've got to keep your bones in place
"Hit back! Sit back! Git! God damn!"
He's beatin' back the ants with the back of his hand
And each swing of that pick is a time bomb tick
Where the reaper's countin' hours with grains of sand
And there'll be a day when your skin dries up
You've got to keep your bones in place
There'll be a day when you skin dries up
You've got to keep your bones in place
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5. |
Country Song
03:08
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I-I-I-I
I've been stapled to the walls
And the last ones'll fall on the wires
When the evil ones speak
Every last one'll sleep in the fire
And they'll fry-y-y-y
Yeah we're all model citizens
Marchin' with our heads up higher
When the evil ones speak
Every last one'll sleep in the fire
I-I-I-I
I've been stapled to the walls
And the last ones'll fall on the wires
When the evil ones speak
Every last one'll sleep in the fire
When they call out your name
And your archers take aim
Who's to blame, who's to blame, who's to blame
'Cause death is still a game
My young godson of Cain
Who's to blame, who's to blame, who's to blame
It's not where you've been
It's more what you became
Hey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey
Hey -ey -ey -ey -ey
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6. |
St. James Infirmary
03:48
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I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She's layin' on a marble table
So sweet, so young, so fair
In stepped that muddled old doctor
"She's very low," he said
I knelt down close to say
Goodbye to my baby
But I could tell by the wind
She was dead
I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
On the corner by the square
I burst through that door
I said, "Pour me somethin' stiff
I got a story and it's laced with despair"
On my left sat Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
I told him that story
'Bout that corpse that was my baby
These were the very words that he said:
"Let her go. Let her go. God bless her
Wherever she may be"
She'll turn over every cloud in Heaven
But she won't find no other man like me
Now my friends, when I die, please bury me
In a high topped Stetson hat
Put a gold piece danglin' off of my watch chain
So my friends know that I died standin' pat
I want six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing my song
Put a jazz band with me in the back of my hearse
We can swing as we go drivin' along
Now that you've heard my story
Let's serve up another round of booze
And if anyone ever happens to come up and ask you
I've got the St. James Infirmary
Blues
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7. |
Apple Trees
02:58
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Well I've been asleep in the apple trees
I've been waitin' on a girl who said she's coming
But I don't think I'd agree
Been layin' here in the autumn air
With indentations in my hair
And I've been asleep in the goddamn apple trees
Well I could just lay here and watch the leaves
There's a bird overhead, he's got wings like a rain cloud
And a beak like cutlery
And the way things are I'm thinking twice
About asking a crow for his advice
And I've been asleep in the goddamn apple trees
Now I'll change the focus onto me
I'm a man with a mind for malcontent
I'm easy to keep but hard to please
And she's so sweet it don't make sense
So I'll wait right here 'til her heart ferments
And I'll be a sleep in the goddamn apple trees
And I'll be a sleep in the goddamn apple trees
And I'll be a sleep in the goddamn apple trees
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8. |
Sober Moon
04:16
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Sober moon, staring out your window
As you fall asleep
A breath between the battles
You've been facing in your dreams
Tell you that it's alright
And you just shrug it off
Mine eyes have told me nothing
In the dark
To the times we had when we were young
And the way you stood beside the shore
And we swore we said we'd leave as-is
To the way we felt when we were kids
To the times we had when we were young
And the way you stood beside the shore
And we swore we said we'd leave as-is
To the way we felt when we were kids
You tell me that it's time to talk
And I just nod my head
Like a deer stuck in the headlights
We're stuck between the place we are
And the place that we're supposed to be
I turn around before the car crushes me
To the times we had when we were young
And the way you stood beside the shore
And we swore we said we'd leave as-is
To the way we felt when we were kids
To the times we had when we were young
And the way you stood beside the shore
And we swore we said we'd leave as-is
To the way we felt when we were kids
To the times we had when we were young
And the way you stood beside the shore
And we swore we said we'd leave as-is
To the way we felt when we were kids
To the times we had when we were young
And the way you stood beside the shore
And we swore we said we'd leave as-is
To the way we felt when we were kids
To the times we had when we were young
And the way you stood beside the shore
And we swore we said we'd leave as-is
To the way we felt when we were kids
To the times we had when we were young
And the way you stood beside the shore
And we swore we said we'd leave as-is
To the way we felt when we were kids
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9. |
Calling All Booty
01:43
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10. |
Fish Hooks
04:59
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Well I-I-I
I've watched this world begin
As these prickled hairs on my neck
Build tiny gallows on my skin
And I've pitched a silhouette
He sings and dances in the light
And I've cursed at all these angels
But they're standin' here tonight
And I'm made of stone
And my father was a piston
He had ashes in his eyes
And when a bomb went off in the back of his head
he went pop, my god, he died
Oh but whoa-oh-oh, hey, that's the way it goes
And you don't call yourself a martyr
When you've got confetti in your soul
You sing la-da da-da da-da
La-da-da-da-da
You sing la
You go la-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da
You sing la
You go la-da-da-da-da
Through tangles in the moonlight
His voice still cuts the air
And he's been always telling me,
"My son, you've gotta make it on your own
And if you wallow in your misery,
You're nothing but those brittle bones"
So my tentacles at midnight
Retract under the stairs
And I've been always running, always running
Always running all along
'Cause if you agitate the mountain, well
The boulders, they will fall
If you agitate the mountain, well
The boulders, they will fall
They will fall
I've been throwing fish hooks at the mountaintops
To search for a higher power
'Cause you don't fish for god
When you are kneeling like a coward
And whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh,
Hey, that's the way it goes
And you don't call yourself a martyr
When you've got confetti in your soul
You sing la-da da-da da-da
La-da-da-da-da
You sing la
You go la-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da
You sing la
You go la-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da
You sing la
You go la-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da
You sing la
You go la-da-da-da-da
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11. |
The Admiral
06:04
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If I was John Wayne
I wouldn't have to buy a permit
For my weapons or my actions
I'd just do it and be done
But for now I'll stand in line
I'll tap my foot and twitch
And wait my time
And I'll call you once or twice
And weeks'll pass me by
I'll sit and knit myself a sweater
From the bees that swarm around me
And encapsulate my chest
It's dangerous, I know
But if you track all of the patterns
They will sting in constellations
That can illustrate the path of your pulse
And someday before I die
I'll try and build myself a ship
And then I'll call myself "The Admiral"
And buy myself a hat
And when the wind is blowing strong
I'll turn the wheel toward the horizon
And wait for birds to fly
So I can watch their feathers fall into the sea
Oh, albatross, you will come back to me
You're standing on the deck
Got salt in your hair
And the waves are all tumbling down
Pinned a medal to your chest
And, lest you digress
You are the meanest legionnaire in this whole town
And you can go rest easy now
'Cause you've got all your doors locked down
You're standing on the deck
Got salt in your hair
And the waves are all tumbling down
Pinned a medal to your chest
And, lest you digress
You are the meanest legionnaire in this whole town
And you call yourself "The Admiral"
If that's your aim
But you're not that admirable
We're all the same
La da-da da-da-da
Da-da-da da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
La da-da da-da-da
Da-da-da da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
La da-da da-da-da
Da-da-da da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
La da-da da-da-da
Da-da-da da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
And we all wade away
And we all wade away
Well, you're standin' on the deck
Got salt in your hair
And the waves are all tumbling down
Pinned a medal to your chest
And, lest you digress
You are the meanest legionnaire in this whole town
And we all wade away
And you call yourself "The Admiral"
If that's your aim
But you're not that admirable
We're all the same
And we all wade away
And we all wade away
And you call yourself "The Admiral"
If that's your aim
But you're not that admirable
We're all the same
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