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Back Down The Mountain
03:43
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Could you have guessed
From this tarot card reading
That even at best
I can be quite misleading
I like to impress
Say what are you reading?
I'd like to confess
To what I'm needing
Wake me up
If you're ever coming round
Shake me up
Rub this tired body down
I wouldn’t leave
For love nor money
fear nor fun
I’m not one
for wasting my time
on those spun out sinners
while my teeth go brown
and my hair gets thinner
Wake me up
If you're ever coming round
Shake me up
Rub this tired body down
Pack my case with cigarettes
and fresh pairs of socks
some books I won’t read
and a couple of rocks
and head back towards a border
I should never have crossed
That was a line
I should never have crossed
Wake me up
Right before we head back down
Shake me up
Rub this lonely body down
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2. |
Congratulations
03:18
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“Congratulations and I’m sorry for your loss
And the sea of complications that you just can’t seem to cross”
I tell him that he’s kind and that I needn’t plague his thoughts
I ask him what is mine and what I needed to be taught
He smokes a tired rollup whilst she hoovers round his feet
He tells her she should grow up but he’d really like to keep
a hold of
Comfort and nostalgia, melody and beat
Comfort and nostalgia and something he can repeat
I learned today whilst waiting for the night-time to arrive
It’s one thing to start the motor
It’s another thing to drive
And even harder going if you let go of the wheel
And even harder going if staying is all you feel
Tuesday Morning, 6AM, I’m slipping out of sync
The screen is blurred by bloodshot and the music needs a drink
And the banners and the shouting only left me wanting more
And if I give it time then it gets easy to ignore
And to ignore is to escape
And to escape must be to live
And when the cockerel cries it will be me you will forgive
I wish that I was sacred
I wish that I was right
I wish I had the strength to keep my consciousness at night
Circumstance is selfless, and I am selfish too
And I would go for one last swim if I had less to do
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3. |
The Thirst of May
04:29
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Well it might have been the first of May but if anything it felt more like the last
And nothing I could say was going to make you stay around
To see me grow so ugly and so fast
Do you really want to waste your life?
Well I think you'd make a good ex wife
Well it might have been the first of May but if anything it felt more like the last
And after months of contemplation, I finally accept things aren’t going as I planned
I awake in the night cold and damp from perspiration
My heart sinks as the dark fades I remember where I am
And every crumbling building tells
of how we forget anything that treats us well
Well it might have been the first of May but I accept it wasn’t going as I planned
I never learned to swim so good but I’ll be damned if I’m letting myself drown
Card shuffling for a better hand is still hopeless when the pack remains face down
And if actions speak louder than words
Making a departure can’t be so absurd
I never learned to swim so good but I’ll be damned if I go letting myself drown
Well it started on the first of May but it pretty quickly ran into the last
And nothing I could say was going to make you stay around to see me grow so ugly and
so fast
And without stepping out of line
Maybe your second child will be mine
Well it started on the first of May but it pretty quickly ran into the last
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4. |
Death of a Salesman
04:40
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Daylight burns my eyes
The warmer months have passed me by
But this time round I’m certain I
Will not have lived another year in vein
She was just a helping hand
And I was just a broken man
Living off of broken land
Where no one cared to speak my name
She tells me ‘darkness needn’t come’
Feeds me zinc and magnesium
I tilt my head and swallow ‘til
Realisation chases her away
And when she said ‘be free’
What she really meant was ‘see
If you can make it on your own’
I don’t know why you’d sell
Me life insurance when it’s pretty clear that I am not too well
And the policy suggests
I’m valued higher in death than in the sorry life I’ve lead
I am just a salesman
You want self respect today man?
Every conversation is greeted
Just like every other call
Seldom do my thoughts digress
Beyond the hope of tenderness
No, I don't believe in much;
A fearful thing, to love what death can touch
I don’t know why you’d sell
Me life insurance when it’s pretty clear that I am not too well
And the policy suggests
I’m valued higher in death than in the sorry life I’ve lead
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Loose loose end
Tattered in pieces I know
Needles and threads won’t mend
But I’m willing to give it a go
Sweet sweet heart
Such a crooked mind
And all the questions that they’re asking
They’re not meant to be unkind
Mother raised you well
But she never sensed
The things that you could do
The places that you went
Your father he was drunk
And almost always right
He made sure that you
Grew up too fast that night
He speaks to god;
“why’d I never got rich?”
“Hey son,
you know I never got rich?
I worked all my damn life and I never got rich.”
“Hey god?
Why’d I never got rich?”
Tattered in pieces I know
Tattered in pieces I know
Tattered in pieces I know
Tattered in pieces I know
Tattered in pieces I know
Tattered in pieces I know
Tattered in pieces I know
Speak to god.
Nobody ever got rich.
Hey son,
Nobody ever got rich.
I worked all my damn life and I never got rich.
Hey god
Nobody ever got rich.
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6. |
The Queen of Clubs
03:31
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You might come here
some day on a whim,
catch the gold rush
whilst there's prizes to win
The warm bodied pleasers
and cold blooded teasers
are hard,
hard to gage
But ain’t
Ain’t it fun?
Amphetamine tribes stalk
amphetamine kings and
the queen of Clubs pulls their
amphetamine strings
and she sings;
“Wake up to wondering
what has been lost due to
growth and prosperity
longing and lust?”
Hard.
Hard to trust.
The practical jokers and tactical voters take
practical tokes just to see if they choke on the fumes.
Stick around for breakfast and bed and to
lay down with men of certain distinction.
Ain't it fun?
Sunrises sunrises does your head in
Whilst spit sweat and cum stick the sheets to the sins.
Dont begin.
Up and coming? Remains to be seen.
This house is a hovel
no place for a queen.
And ain’t
Ain’t it fun?
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7. |
Pathos
03:03
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You’ve seen a lot of things for which I’d give my eyes.
Now ears are sick to death with talk. I’m loathed to analyse,
the ins and outs,
and the shortfalls,
of my latest testament.
That was then,
And this is now
and someone has to pay the rent.
“Have you a match" he asked “that I might set a-light,
these manuscripts and canvases that document my life”.
Do you remember laughter? Well,
I wish I could somehow forget.
Hold on whilst the flames consume
another hapless victim left
to die.
Pathos. You brought this storm so you must hear out
a weary stoned protagonist; know not what it’s about.
For it was not
so out of mind
that I should breathe fresh air again.
Harder to judge,
even describe,
the ship that wrecked far greater men
than I.
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8. |
Just Another Rock
03:26
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9. |
Clarksdale, MS
04:34
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Come too far
too far from home
and every store we pass on the highway
appears to be closed
Take a chance
Take you home tonight
I know it’s been a while since the last time
But we shouldn’t be uptight
Til the morning
Give me some warning
‘fore I make assumptions
Moves and injunctions
Misread the scripture
Your face a picture
But it was everything I ever wanted it to be
Come too far
to be alone
and the Jesus on the dashboard is shaking
‘Cause he knows there’s no way home
Take a chance
Take you home tonight
I know it’s been a while since the first time
But that doesn’t make it right
To be messing
Keeping me guessing
Harder to soften
Don’t think of it often
Might seem unlikely
But get thee behind me
It could be everything I ever wanted it to be
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10. |
Nancy and Lee
03:49
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11. |
Hope is for The Hopeless
04:09
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Give blood every six months and on Friday nights
Ritual. Habit. Idle chat costs lives.
Self-preservation is no answer
In a world where sunshine gives you cancer
Make love on new moons and on Saturday nights
That way I might finally get some rest
I’m better off when I know less
Isn't hoping for the hopeless?
Congratulations, sorry for your loss
Congratulations, sorry for your loss
Just another beer before the night breaks
Congratulations, sorry I was wrong
No one asked to hear another heartbreak
I didn’t think you’d listen all that long
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