1. |
Bury My Heart
03:30
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I’ve got a little love left, need to measure it now.
Back in the waste of wild youth I used to spread it around,
But now my cup has run low.
Heartache is draining.
For the sake of myself, I see the sun and say ‘rain.’
You know there’s only so much hurt you can take.
Although you live and light up, still you know by the ache.
Out in the street of love: loss, lighting tires to trip you,
Make you dig in your heels lest somebody should miss you
And I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not.
I want to bury my heart hundred feet in the snow,
And when the winter bleeds out maybe something’ll grow.
I need another new start, an innocent face,
A little jug of good luck when I need to erase you.
Once I had someone who held me close in the night,
Said everything I touched I turned to carnival lights.
I wish I still believed.
It’s such a beautiful lie.
But I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not.
Once I had someone who held me close in the night,
Said everything I touched I turned to carnival lights.
Some day I may believe in such a beautiful lie again.
And that’s all right.
You learn to lose, to fight.
You choose your vital lies, and stumble on.
And some dark morning, someone, without warning,
May laugh on some street corner and stop the rain.
I’ve got a little love left, need to measure it now.
Back in the waste of wild youth I used to spread it around,
But now my cup has run low.
Heartache is draining.
For the sake of myself, I see the sun and say ‘rain.’
You know there’s only so much hurt you can take.
Although you live and light up, still you know by the ache.
Out in the street of love: loss, lighting tires to trip you,
Make you dig in your heels lest somebody should miss you
And I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not gonna miss you.
No, I’m not.
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2. |
Run Down
02:21
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I’m sick and awful tired of working,
And never seeming closer to that dream.
God, I’m running out of steam.
Do you die in the house you’re born in?
Do the fortunes of your family shape your own?
Is your future coded in your bones?
One, two, three,
Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down,
Want to scream so loud.
One, two, three,
Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down.
In the garden as a kid you’re praised for
Sharing all the tools you need to play.
Then someone locks the tools away.
Lately I can’t shake this vision:
I’m standing in a mansion burning bright,
And laughing ‘cause I like the sight.
Ooh, saw my mother scrape and save,
Curtsy through her youth
And rage into her grave.
Ooh, said: “The fruit is ripe up high.
But trunks are made for shaking.
So shake ‘em. Shake ‘em.”
One, two, three,
Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down,
Want to scream so loud.
One, two, three,
Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down.
Like a boiler set to scream,
A body struggling to breathe,
I want to, I want to yell.
Honey, help me ring that bell.
One, two, three,
Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down.
Yeah!
One, two, three,
Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down.
Want to scream so loud.
One, two, three,
Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down.
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3. |
Farther In The Fire
03:53
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Lost my whole family to a germ on the breeze.
They weave their bodies through the roots of the trees.
I'm sinking farther in the fire.
You go to work, you pad your organs with fat,
Dress up in fictions all your sadder of facts.
I'm sinking farther in the fire.
Red light motel, I balaclava my face.
She says I’m thriving, she can tell by the pace.
But I’m sinking farther in the fire.
Why we live and why we die.
You throw your hands up in the sky,
But no one's listening, no one knows.
You're in the wilderness alone.
Take out the garbage, patch the roof where it leaks.
Of what love drives us to we scarcely should speak.
Turn on the burners, fill the house up with fumes.
Take out a lighter, stand alone in the room.
Am I sinking farther in the fire?
Am I sinking farther in the fire?
Why we live and why we die.
You throw your hands up in the sky.
Such a mystery, no one knows.
You're in the wilderness alone.
I'm sinking farther in the fire.
I'm sinking farther in the fire.
I'm sinking farther in the fire.
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4. |
When We Were Young
02:43
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I'm pretty sure I will never be the king of some great nation.
I'm pretty sure you will never fly a rocket 'round the sun.
When we were young, when we were young,
The whole world hung like fruit for the taking.
And now I'm pretty sure I will never learn to speak a second language.
I'm pretty sure you will never learn what made your father run.
When we were young, when we were young,
The whole world hung like fruit for the taking.
Well, it's harder, I guess, doing your best
When you're under duress.
You hollow your chest just to better digest
The fact that you're wasting your life.
I put my tie on in the morning.
From now on I will go 'round tieless.
I'm pretty sure you will come to throw all your pills away.
When we were young, when we were young,
The whole world hung like fruit for the taking.
When we were young, when we were young,
We’d scream and run just ‘cause we liked it.
Well, it's harder, I guess, doing your best
When you're under duress.
You hollow your chest just to try and undress
This waking at night, wondering:
How the hell'd you mess it?
What the hell you’d miss?
Well, it's harder, I guess, doing your best
When you're under duress.
You hollow your chest just to better digest
The fact that you’re wasting your life.
Oh, when we were young, when we were young,
The whole world hung like fruit for the taking.
When we were young, when we were young,
We’d scream and run just ‘cause we liked it.
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5. |
Ava
04:22
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We were born one day in the same grey room,
And all the nurses gathered just to look at you,
Though my mother says that I never cried at all.
Then you grew up fast and you grew up bright,
Pretty in a population starved of light.
If you knew my name, well you never did let on.
Ava, Ava.
I'm not a pretty boy,
But I'm loyal and life's long.
You need folks to depend on.
Maybe I'm built all wrong,
But my love is true.
In the battle years you were free of mind,
Took to peeling tangerines to pass the time.
And you knew me then.
Yes you did, 'cause you showed me so.
But the ships came home and the men poured in.
The city was a Babylon of wine and sin.
And you filled your skin with the richest, strongest ones.
Ava, Ava.
I'm not a pretty boy,
But I'm loyal and life's long.
You need folks to depend on.
Maybe I'm built all wrong,
But my love is true.
Now I watch you drift like a tired balloon,
Slowly bleeding life and losing altitude.
But I like your face.
There's a grace to the wrinkles there.
Should we meet some day in an old folks' home,
And you need someone to wheel you to the telephone
To call your friends, I won't mind.
Honey, I’m your gal.
Ava, Ava.
I'm not a pretty boy,
But I'm loyal and life's long.
You need folks to depend on.
Maybe I'm built all wrong,
But my love is true.
Maybe I’m built all wrong,
But my love is true.
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6. |
Caught In The Rain
03:59
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When I was younger, summer was swimming,
Laughing, and people who loved me,
A blue sky above me, with no sign of rain.
If I went back, would I see that?
Or have I just sugar-coated some synapse?
Are some memories just remedies
To pretty-up times when we were unsteady
Or caught in the rain?
My mother’s young father, he ran ‘cross the water
One autumn, and never cared to say so long.
She swears it don’t mean much, she’s untouched by it now.
If she went back, would she see that?
Or has she just sugar-coated some synapse?
Are some memories just remedies
To pretty-up times when we were unsteady
Or caught in the rain?
I try to figure it, the what and why,
Untie another knot in this rope of mine,
And sigh a little less.
Honey, I do.
But sometimes I wonder:
If I went back, would I see that?
Or have I just sugar-coated some synapse?
Are some memories just remedies
To pretty-up times when we were unsteady?
If I went back, would I see that?
Or have I just sugar-coated some synapse?
Are some memories just remedies
To pretty-up times when we were unsteady
Or caught in the rain?
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7. |
Shout
02:38
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Shout with me, Molly.
I'm not much to look at
And I may want for money,
But I can sing for hours.
Now while we're young,
Let's run and shout our
Troubles away -- hey eh!
'Cause your youth's for shouting.
Kick off your shoes and
Shimmer through the evening.
Flip the cops off with both hands,
Cry just for the feeling.
Now while we're young,
Let's run and shout our
Troubles away -- hey eh!
'Cause your youth's for shouting.
Rage with me, Molly.
Rage against the dying
Of a loud kind of folly.
Some day soon we'll fade out singin'
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
We've got pain we ain't met.
But we will shout yet, darling.
Now while we're young,
Let's run and shout our
Troubles away -- hey eh!
'Cause your youth's for shouting.
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8. |
Hey Now
03:20
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I knew a girl who loved to sing.
She flagged a truck down in the spring,
And moved to Tennessee,
And grew apart from me,
Though I don't think about her much.
Well, that's not true.
She's in the snow, she's the colour blue.
She's all the taps that drip,
The darker vices that pick me up
To hold me under.
Hey now, hey where'd you go?
Find your way back to me, honey,
We'll pretend you missed me so.
Life's a struggle, a bright illusion, a hustle.
Strange through all these harder seasons
You're the one part of this puzzle
That I know by all the curves,
The ragged edges, and broken words.
Remember your guitar?
How you painted it with stars
And called it Consolation?
Hey now, hey where'd you go?
Paint me up and play me, honey,
I'll pretend that I don't know
That life's a struggle, a bright illusion, a hustle.
Tell me through these harder seasons
I'm the best part of this puzzle.
Hey now, hey wherever you been,
Throw your older arms around me,
Maybe we'll be young again.
So I say hey now, hey wherever you go,
Come on back home to me, honey,
We'll pretend you missed me so.
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9. |
Hold Me Now
03:33
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I snuck upon a train, and through the rain
I heard a trailing police siren.
And yet a hopeful moon I rattled under
Through the towers, smoke, and ruin.
I've got a future planned: a dozen acres
Of the sweetest serene land,
A smart and pretty girl who through a meadow
Every day and night I'll twirl.
Hold me now.
I’ve felt a little lost in the big world lately.
Help me out, or try.
And such a family I will father over
Thanking god for wrongs she'll right.
And when I die, they'll linger sad and long.
All my good friends will sow my body singing love songs.
Hold me now.
I’ve felt a little lost in the big world lately.
Help me out, or try.
Paris and Haiti, the pretty Euphrates, I'll see them all.
You can only be beaten so long.
I'm meek now.
Soon I'm gonna be oh so tall.
Under a rail bridge: a shadow chorus
With its faces barrel-lit.
A lonesome whistle blew,
A little cloud went unwanted toward the moon.
Hold me now.
I’ve felt a little lost in the big world lately.
Help me out, or try.
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10. |
Like The Winter
04:28
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Old friend, you were like the winter:
You’d freeze and you’d melt and you’d urge me to shelter.
I’d dress myself different somehow
Days you were around.
And nights with you here, they were longer.
Dark it hung ‘round like a tree full of crows,
And changed all the shadows I’d throw.
The world barely saw me.
It’s a long road we’re walkin’.
Try to learn, try to soften.
And darkness comes often.
No reason to cry out your eyes.
Something blew out last December.
Alone in that airport, the crowd or the weather,
Whatever it was, I was changed,
And I abandoned you there.
It’s a long road we’re walkin’.
Try to learn, try to soften.
And daylight comes often.
No reason to cry out your eyes.
You get up, you get down.
You get lost, you get found.
You can run from deep water and still end up drowned.
You get up, you get down.
You get lost, you get found.
You can run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Now you may build castles on mountains,
Dance with rare beauties on lips of gold fountains.
Whoever you hold you should know
I care less every day.
‘Cause someone will treat me much better.
Soon I will float ‘round this town like a feather,
And friends when they see me will say:
“Now don’t she look well.”
It’s a long road we’re walkin’.
Try to learn, try to soften.
And daylight comes often.
No reason to cry out your eyes.
You get up, you get down.
You get lost, you get found.
You can run from deep water and still end up drowned.
You get up, you get down.
You get lost, you get found.
You can run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
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11. |
Billy
03:42
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I shot Billy but Billy won’t die.
I sank him in the lake, deep.
Still he’s screaming up at me.
We got married in a fever,
Young and so eager,
In a hall all full of friends.
And late that night out in some back seat,
He knuckled up to me.
My fever turned to ice and wind.
An hour out in the sunlight,
Twenty-three in the dark.
I shot Billy but Billy won’t die.
I sank him in the lake, deep.
Still he’s screaming up at me.
Bought a house out on the river,
And I burned it to cinders.
Dumped some danger down the well.
Jesus washed the feet of liars.
Well, I set 'em on fire,
And send 'em screaming down to hell.
An hour out in the sunlight.
Twenty-three in the dark.
I shot Billy but Billy won’t die.
I sank him in the lake, deep.
Still he’s screaming up at me.
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