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I'd Go To War
03:58
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Please stop following me. I have somewhere I have to be.
You're a loon and I'm a leaf floating down beneath the mulberry.
Lord, stop following me. You're a loon and I've got somewhere to be.
Back down to Hollister to see my estranged husband and family.
It's my fault. I must've done something wrong, instead of coming home.
It's my fault. I must've done something wrong, instead of coming home.
I'd go to war. I've done it before. I'd go to war.
It's my fault. I must've done something wrong, instead of coming home.
It's my fault. I must've done something wrong, instead of coming home.
I'd go to war. I've done it before. I'd go to war.
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Mt. Murder
04:01
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You're walking through the hollow like you're walking to a whoopin'
Like Randall Flagg you're bad and you're broken too.
Mt. Murder come to town behind the redwood curtain.
Green and brown will keep you down under mossy roots.
Whipping, whirling wind, sinning, crumbling,
and pine trees cracking through.
A fog will roll to me, I see it coming.
Can I be alone with you?
Raking leaves uptown and hiding bottles in the bushes.
You keep your fingernails in a bell jar blue.
A phantom walking up my hill that disappears when I'm not looking.
The sheriffs won't do nothing, and you know that too.
Whipping, whirling wind, sinning, crumbling,
and pine trees cracking through.
A fog will roll to me, I see it coming.
Can I be alone with you?
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3. |
You're Doing Fine
04:20
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A beautiful lady had a beautiful boy. It's beautiful making a choice.
Backing up slowly. Slowly backing away.
Is there progress in going away.
I can see you through the mist.
I can hear you through the hiss.
I put all my power into my right and I blacked that fucker's eye.
I had a dream about Brady. I hope he's doing okay. But he's probably just going insane.
I can see you through the mist.
I can hear you through the hiss.
I raised my rifle to my eye and I let that bird shot fly.
It's bad light that keeps fogging out. The sunshine keeps blocking out. The moonlight keeps falling on your face.
I picked the right one for my wife.
So let some sunshine through the blinds.
You see the sun is still shining and you're doing fine.
I see that you're doing fine.
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4. |
Western Bio
03:11
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Electric shock to some.
A low voltage hum.
Madness came to one, then sadness came to all.
It's a game you play up only, up only in your mind.
You can't cheat, Joseph Mary.
Let the trumpets ring out high to the drains out in the cannery.
Apoplexy, it's happening.
Straight whiskey in yours, a little water in mine.
And I'm sitting on the front porch. I hear the dog with one eye.
My glass has been cracked by Suzy's swing knee and ankle and thigh.
And I'm watching all the working girls slow walking by.
Slow walking by.
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5. |
In The Woods
03:04
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When I was 20 I was living in Northern CA, going to school, living in a building up in the woods with four guys I hardly knew. One night, one of these guys, who was here on exchange from a country in South America , he busted in to my room shaking, almost vibrating. He said "Leo" he thought my name was Leo, "I'm not feeling right." His voice was pretty angry and he was shaking so much it looked like he might just shake apart. He picked up a cap gun that I had around and put it to his head, pulling the trigger and popping a cap after every sentence. He didn't make any sense and I didn't know how to help him. I was just a kid, I was just glad to get him out of my room.
In my life I can barely see way back then or in front of me.
I woke up in the morning to another roommate that I hardly knew knocking on my door in a panic. He said " So and so is outside in the woods and he's freaking out." So I went outside and saw him standing there in the redwoods and ferns. He was shivering and he was totally naked. He had his arms crossed across his chest and he was hugging himself. He was crying standing there out in the morning mist. He was standing there cold. I didn't know what to do. I got him a blanket and brought him inside and I patted his back until he stopped crying. The next day he wasn't there, he was gone. No one knew where he went but they found his car at the San Francisco airport. I don't know if he made it home but, I hope he did.
In my life I can barely see way back then or in front of me.
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Riverside Truck & Tow
03:56
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You're mamma's a wrecking yard, and I missed my daddy's words on how to keep my heart from hers and float through fortunate like a lucky captains ship on a safe but losing trip.
I'll say your words, like a scabbard sword.
You're body is a wrecking yard, and I missed my daddy's words on how to keep my heart from hers and not waste a minute spent on lost causes that I'm in. You are the yard foreman.
Who hides his words like an old clipboard.
Old enough to fix your eyes, but not old enough to sit beside.
Brave enough to change your name, but not brave enough to sing.
I see you creeping through the mist. I'm kind of hoping for a kiss.
I see you sneaking through he mist. I'm kind of hoping for a kiss.
I'll probably end up with a fist, but I end up with fist.
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7. |
Wooly Liar
03:16
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The wools pulled over me. The liars lie to me.
My country 'tis of thee, you're kind of flattening me.
Hey Oh, I see you're glow.
Even when you don't know.
Is there something wrong with you?
Or is there something wrong with me?
There's nothing I can do if there's something wrong with you.
Hey Oh, I see you're glow.
Even when you don't know.
An ignoramus king is failing, falling greed.
No stop as far as I can see.
Is there something wrong with you?
Or is there something wrong with me?
There's nothing I can do if there's something wrong with you.
Hey Oh, I see you're glow.
Even when you don't know.
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Dandelion
03:36
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I can not walk to you. But I can run.
I can not sing to you.
The song has been sung.
Little dandelion float away.
Little laughter it stays.
Nothing will fade away, but nothing remains the same.
This love of mine will not be unkind.
This love of mine is warm sunshine.
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9. |
I Saw Doves
04:50
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When I woke up I saw doves.
And I heard the stories of how some are better off as dust.
Oh man, how I'm ashamed of us.
It's not the land of love.
It's not the home of.
It's not my brand of.
It's not my kind of love.
All my life I've felt someone creeping up behind me trying to get on by me.
There's a dream I often dream of wading through the darkness trying to find a light switch.
When I woke up I saw doves.
And I heard the stories of no intelligence no president.
They're lining pockets with our blood.
It's not the land of love.
It's not my brand of love.
It's not the home of.
It's not my kind of love.
All my life I've felt someone creeping up behind me trying to get on by me. There's a dream I often dream of where I'm wading through the darkness trying find light switch.
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