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Headlights I&II
04:28
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and after all we're back again
to navigate the pavement sea
don't turn on your radio
you'll block out the music
seasons pass like fingerprints
complex hearts but hard to see
we walk this corn maze in reverse
to avoid the exits
slow down...
this is the start of a night on wheels
count the headlight stars
our scars are the memories of all we've seen
street corners, alleys and bars
sometimes i think we're drowning
in the pond of our youth
and it's one more time around again
all or nothing, beginning or end
as the night closes in
and it's one more shot to make love bleed
one more kick at a glass of dreams
as the night closes in
we know we can't slow down
the shake and the rattle, the buzz and glow
we won't be shutting our eyes
our heads in the city, our hearts in the hills
following footprints and fires
maybe we won't be chosen
maybe we're on our own
we know we can’t, no we can never
slow down
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2. |
The Basket Or The Blade
03:42
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i am lighting fires
i am lighting fires and burning everything
you are felling trees
composing melodies that i will never sing
when the autumn comes
we will build our drums and find a place to play
basket or the blade
shaman or charade are you too strong to see
that I am so alone
clinging to my throne until they come for me
will you kiss my hair
as they drag me to the square
or will you run, run away
tell me
are you
the basket or the blade
am i a soldier
returning to parades, oh will you
catch me
and hold me while the cheers and echoes fade
will you be the basket or the blade
i have never been
i have never been in front of
such a crowd
teeth and gleaming eyes
don't they realize they're so
insanely loud
here underneath their blade
i wonder if you'll stay or if you'll
run, run away
will you be the basket or the
razor edge
dividing me in two if i should
lose my head
would i be losing you or will you
shelter me
from the fire and hide me in your shade
the basket or the blade
oh the sirens
awaken every hour
i can hear them now
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3. |
Devil's Son
03:35
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caviar, guillotine
high above a soho street
down, down, down
on my own
come on hang the devil’s son
i’ll die alone
live the life and bury greed
interest on a lie is steep
so i sang, i sang and i sang
i called it out, my father's name
the boys in blue they came
but now i feel so ashamed
quiet now, the baby sleeps
change his name so he won't be
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4. |
Whistleblower
03:50
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i have been away for way too long
twice as tall, a hundred times as strong
winter's over; spring is coming on
yesterday is smoke and steam and sand
all those demons hold me where i stand
this road could lead me back where i began
if i only knew the way
are they waiting by the door
do they wonder where i've gone
is it my home anymore
or will i be moving on
i have been away for way too long
i remember whispered words and names
men in fields and everything in flames
our mothers feared the men that we became
but their sons were on the rise
are they waiting by the door
do they wonder where i've gone
is it my home anymore
or will i be moving on
i'm a million miles away
and it's hard to see beyond
all the chaos and decay
to the place where i belong
i have been away for way too long
long before these harsh realities
violence seemed so far away
our entire world was water and shade
now we're paying for mistakes our fathers made
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5. |
The Flood
02:57
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by 2 pm the rain is gone
clear and cold above
water slowly fills the shadows on the lawn
and never makes a sound
leave it all behind you and head for higher ground
all these years
of commitments and careers
and we're all up to our ears in fear and doubt
and water flowing
down and out
down and out
we all try
to drown it out
drown it out
and stay dry
we all try
quietly the valley fills
with nothing but a sigh
they shake their heads from high up on the hill
where everything is dry
no need to build a boat under sympathetic skies
so we fight
to be warm and watertight
it's not the sunshine blinding us
it's just the fear of finding that we're
and maybe there's still time
maybe we should find a tree to climb
but it's easy not to be afraid
we simply close our eyes
and watch the water rise
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6. |
Getaway Car
04:21
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the getaway car in your backyard was your last resort
hidden under vines and autumn leaves
waiting there for you to come when it was just too hard
sit there with your hands upon the wheel
you can run
the getaway car could take you there, any place you need
around the corner, up into the sky
somewhere on this highway you forgot that you could dream
forgot that you could break the speed of life
you can run, but you won't get far
now you've locked your keys in the getaway car
drawn into the high-speed chase, fight for bottom line
sirens push the pedal to the floor
the getaway car looks rusty but you know that it can shine
fill 'er up again and let it roar
everyone forgets about this place
but we all need a little time and space
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7. |
Pseumoustophy
03:54
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hey man you're killin' me
i got some mouths to feed
you're knockin' on my door
my vote could count for more
i know it's not always clear
stand up there's no barrel to your ear
they will talk the talk
like a barstool prophet
shake the hands in town
kiss the baby now buy us a round
hard to find your way
in a t.v. masquerade
how can we see what we believe in being
just like the other ones
we’re just like the other ones
hey man i like your style
pinstripes and chamomile
ten billion dollar smile
tears like a crocodile
always sure to draw a crowd
skip the show
just take the trophy now
we all know they're all the same
sit down close your eyes
and check a name
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8. |
Follow
03:56
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time flies account for our day dreams and circle
our rotten days by the window
then land in the palms of our hands
my mind has never been one for a slow ride
always delights in a sweet tide
slipping away if we can
all these lines keep changing
i’ll follow the stars tonight
a blanket of coal for a beacon of light
who knows if i’m wrong or i’m right
if i follow
three tries, give them to me i will need them
climbing the thorns of a long stem
petals will carry me home
green fields, a sign of the times and a strong yield
food on my plate is a good meal
however the story unfolds
all these lines keep changing
(we stay the same)
stumbling through life's pages
(and we can)
write them as we go
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9. |
Of A Murder
04:47
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new love plants a seed
old house in the trees
ambitions, transitions
roll up your sleeves
one by one, the layers peel back (now back away)
this room is the perfect photograph (by light of day)
throw shutters, cover up the cracks (the truth is free)
this room is the perfect photograph (this tale)
of a murder
nineteen sixty-three
all eyes on the screen
so pretty, oh pity
so hard to believe
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today i walked out in the snow
so peaceful on the sleeping lawn
it filled my shoes and chilled my bones
you weren't there and i moved on
you weren't there and i moved on
the city streets were full of noise
hammers, faces flushed with heat
the cars and windows all in lines
i couldn't see you in those streets
i couldn't see you in those streets
i passed a graveyard glistening
the grass of morning fresh and wet
the birds were screaming come and see
i walked away you weren't there yet
i walked away you weren't there yet
the woods were walls of shadows thick
with phantom limbs on hardened ground
the path was overgrown and lost
fallen leaves were all i found
fallen leaves were all i found
i check the hospitals and bars
i read the papers every day
though i know you're still at large
they all say you've gone away
they all say you've gone away
at home i sit and feel the ache
of walks alone in crowds of pairs
though the search is hard i know
one day i'll look and you'll be there
one day you'll be there
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11. |
Let Me Go
04:46
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when the warm wind blows to carry my bones
let me go, let me go, let me go
when the ravens surround me like moss on the stone
let me go, let me go, let me go
i will walk that road with my head held high
as my last sweet sunset fades
when the warm wind blows to carry my bones
let me go, let me go, let me go
put my box of pine into the fire
hear the crackle and spit, see the black ashes fly
and we will live
live til we die
i've seen places that i never thought i would know
i'm so happy i found you, my true love, my all
our memories will dance like the leaves in the fall
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12. |
White Squall
06:15
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well it's just my luck to have the watch
with nothing left to do
but to watch the deadly water glide
as we roll north to the soo
and wonder when they'll turn again
and pitch us to the rail
whirl off one more youngster in the gale
the kid was so damn eager
it was all so big and new
never had to tell him twice
or find him work to do
and evenings on the mess deck
he was always first to sing
show us pictures of
the girl he'd wed in spring
but i told that kid a hundred times
don't take the lakes for granted
they go from calm to a hundred knots
so fast they seem enchanted
but tonight a red-eyed wiarton girl
lies staring at the wall
and her lover's gone into a white squall
it's a thing that us old-timers know
in a sultry summer calm
there comes a blow from nowhere
and it goes off like a bomb
and a fifteen-hundred tonner
can be thrown upon her beam
while the gale takes all before it with a scream
the kid was on the hatches
lying, staring at the sky
from where i stood i swear
i could see tears fall from his eyes
so i hadn't the heart to tell him
that he should be on a line
even on a night so warm and fine
i could feel her keeling over
with the fury of the blow
and i watched the rail go under then
so terrible and slow
then like some great dog
she shook herself
and roared upright again
far overside i heard him call my name
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