1. |
Earthworm
02:06
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the rain came.
the rain came.
for the first time
in a hundred years,
the rain came.
small green things.
small green things
grow a little bolder,
took on brand new names,
when the rain came.
and you said
“someday,
someone
is gonna love you
like i do.”
someday someone
is gonna love you
for a very very long time.
the birds stared.
the birds stared
from underneath their shelters,
huddled for warmth
like they were holding you
tightly.
our clothes dripped.
our clothes dripped
as we stood there
in the doorway,
frozen like monuments
to a decades-long war.
and you said
“someday,
someone
is gonna love you
like i do.”
someday someone
is gonna love you
in a way
i only wish i could.
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2. |
Tea Tree Blues
03:09
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when i look at you,
all i see is the sun—
when i look at you,
all i see is the sun—
though what you really are
is just some distant, dying star,
but when i look at you,
you burn brighter than anything.
when the summer comes,
the fields will all turn brown—
when the summer comes,
the fields will all turn brown—
sixty miles outta memphis,
your blonde crew-cut was sparkling,
and we were swearing up and down
to one another
that it wouldn’t come to this,
and you sat me down
underneath that old tea tree,
said “somebody’s gotta get hurt,
so why should it be me?”
when i say your name,
i say it really loud—
when i say your name
i say it really loud—
‘cause a thousand others always hide
underneath each time i try,
but when i say it loud enough
i can’t really hear anything else.
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3. |
The Enemy Is Within
02:31
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hanging on a headrush—
and i’m calling your name,
but you can’t hear a thing
‘cause you’re just out of frame,
and the crowd keeps telling you
one thing, repeated again.
nobody bothers with you anymore—
‘cause you wave them away,
pass it off like a phase,
i’ve studied your act
and i’m pretty impressed.
but you don’t have to go off
if you don’t want to,
you can just stay here
and be quiet all night.
now i’m taking
photographs of places
that you said used to bring you down,
‘cause some good-ol’-boy
honky-tonk
motherfucker there
used to try and boss you around.
say it out loud,
tired and true,
just trying to get over
the things hiding underneath you.
so if you feel like a blank
when you get to the root,
just remember i know
the same way that you do
that the enemy is within.
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4. |
Purity
02:34
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you—
you wind-up mockingbird,
you just repeat
whatever you’ve heard.
you—
you pretty purity ring,
i can’t tell you
anything.
don’t wanna give away too much,
when i’d break both my legs
and you’d take away my crutch.
you—
a falling satellite,
burning up
just to prove you’re right.
you—
been broken down before,
you think that means
i owe you more?
me—
just trying to act polite,
when i’m going out
and picking fights.
you say you care,
i guess you do.
what makes you think
that you have any right to?
us—
paths that intertwine,
tell you whatever,
that i’m doing fine.
us—
paths that intertwine,
tell you whatever,
that i’m doing fine.
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5. |
no. 63
03:22
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hold me tight,
and shut me up for the night;
press a nail into my hand.
leave a mark,
stare down at the bright red arc,
make a last desperate stand.
desert dry—
your cocoon that leaves me high,
until the day is almost gone.
drive on through,
try to burn down a bridge or two,
try to put a brave face on.
but i stay thirsty
when i lie on my bed
and remember you.
pains increase—
sing out the troubled beast,
hold me up in effigy.
helpless day,
you better get the fuck away,
get the fuck away from me.
when these lying eyes have had their fun
and i’m down here in your arms again,
you whisper holy prophecy,
scriptures written in the air that breathes
around us.
but i stay thirsty
when i lie on my bed
and remember you.
get the fuck away.
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there’ll never be a fear so bad
it’s worth the risk
of never finding out;
we young and faithful giants
hold our heads up
just beneath the clouds.
and we’re all made of whiskey
and gunpowder fumes,
and it’s lightning in a bottle
that illuminates this room.
hold your six shooter high,
you don’t know if you’re outgunned until you try.
march out on the main in full regalia—
the bomb’s about to fall.
and a hundred thousand
tons of tnt wake up,
and pick up on the call.
we’re all exhausted
but no one’s gonna sleep,
i don’t need you to tell me
that i’m gettin’ in too deep.
hold your six shooter high,
you don’t know if you’re outgunned until you try.
and a couple dozen youngsters
with nowhere else to go
are kicking into high gear,
getting ready for the show.
when we’re surrounded we’re surrounded,
and i hope that our blood
flows all across the land.
barricade ourselves inside somebody’s house
to make our final stand.
nobody here now,
streets all quiet and dark,
but somewhere on this planet
we’ve left our little mark.
hold your six shooter high,
you don’t know if you’re outgunned until you try.
hey!
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