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1. |
Four Quarters of the Sky
03:18
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In this world he's seldom seen
lives in a narrow space between the wall
where light don't reach at all
from the ashes she emerged
steeped in tears a phoenix bird does fly
he peers to the sky
of them there are many
but of you there are very few
should you try descending
out of the dark I'd come for you
light foray into
muddy water in the home
couldn't clear up on its own she cries
some things best left to time
kept in amber is his heart
through gritted teeth he felt a spark when she smiled
the sun felt from both sides
of them there are many
but of you there are very few
should you try descending
out of the dark I'd come for you
light foray into
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Parts and Pieces
03:14
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Rolling in bed
With dogs and pretending
You're puzzled to see
You're crawling with flees
The company you keep
Oh Christine
Poor Christine
Your world's in pieces
Oh Christine
Poor Christine
The parts you needed
Only upright when she's packed up and tight
Her parts and pieces
A blow to the head
knocked out all her senses
All over the floor
Swept up and collected
No one to direct her
Oh Christine
Poor Christine
Your world's in pieces
Oh Christine
Poor Christine
The parts you needed
Only upright when she's packed up and tight
Her parts and pieces
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3. |
Not in this Land
03:28
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Under street lights,
some veiled little girl
said the sun is shinin
around the curve
but seat fillers
are in the way
so many of them
pursuing praise
so jump ship
come settle down
maybe work the kitchen
in some little town
adjust your dreams, there's so many hungry mouths
to feed already
miles wide
but inches deep
this platform
afforded me
time's tickin
days here then gone
nights to nowhere
but the dawn
feelin homesick
in the lost and found
slim pickins
in tinseltown
adjust your dreams there's so many hungry mouths
to feed already
you can drink the water from that well
but salt will send you
back again my son, you know
it's never ending
it's like a strange disease
it's a thirst you can not ease
always chasing esteem
yea you'll grow I swear,
yea you'll grow
but not in this land
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Walking through dreams
Mixing memories
With desires seeds
she's sewn
And every year they've grown
But it hasn't rained here for so long
Buried in deep
Sinking gradually
Under goals she keeps
precious stones
Always kept her going on
Now she hasn't the strength for the load
The Woman is a poor child
The Woman is a poor child
With her prying eyes
Watching the world outside
From her cage in life
so many strange, strange sights to behold
Treading a stream
of insecurity
It's her vanity she holds
a story often told
But she hasn't the pride for the fall
Sharpen your teeth
Cause the life you lead
brings suffering, she's told
Learn to get along
Cause you don't wanna be nothing at all
The Woman is a poor child
The Woman is a poor child
With her prying eyes
Watching the world outside
From her cage in life
so many strange, strange sights to behold
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5. |
Worse for Wear
03:01
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I'm buried underneath you
hiding under your feet from everyone
but at night we are free there
to lay low in the shade from the desert sun
alone you and me, with everything
between us
it's a puzzle indeed, how to feel at ease
with people
when you're the worse
for wear
this August, I am
like a red rock
in the canyon
a flag, at half staff
to still this mind I need the night to myself
to start again
feel bloodied, I feel beaten
inside I wanna flee, just cut and run
but I'm tryin hard to please her
I'll plant in my seat till the day is done
alone you and me, with everything
between us
it's a puzzle indeed, how to feel at ease
with people
when you're the worse
for wear
this August, I am
like a red rock
in the canyon
a flag, at half staff
to still this mind I need the night to myself
to start again
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6. |
Like a Solitary Man
03:19
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Lighting matches in the wind
Well I never seem to get one lit
The shell from which I hatched
I'd like to crawl back in
Oh how nice it all would be
To be a solitary man at sea
Where no one could ever get to me
Frightening though it may be
to live alone inside this dream world
Well how did I awake?
I never went to sleep
Voices whispering outside my door
Come to crash out upon the floor
this is solitary land you see
Like a solitary man
Like a solitary man
Like a solitary man
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Let's take a break from the race
Look for some shade from the sun
Let's go away on an airplane
We'll fly across the ocean
Down the avenue
At 25 Telegram Mews
there's a stranger who's
living large, so well alarmed, crushing blues
Cause everything's changed
And no sense can be made
of old friend's on a wave
when the crest is falling
To the shoreline crawling
Maybe we've come of age
or only grown strange to what it is we've become
We could try and trace the olden days
but the course, it has run
Now who are you?
I only wish I knew
this stranger who's
living large, so well alarmed, crushing blues
Cause everything's changed
And no sense can be made
of old friend's on a wave
when the crest is falling
To the shoreline crawling
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8. |
Retrograde
01:16
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9. |
The Doctor
03:13
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Are you born of skin too thin, too few?
Do you waste your days in servitude?
As if you ever got to choose
Well, the doctor can help you
he lights the dark he sees
he'll lift you up with a bit of speed
bring you down to help you sleep
but you might grind your teeth
Away
Away
that's all he will say
So who dug it?
You really dug it
Deep
So deep
this hole inside of me
this hole inside of me
this hole inside of me
Oval are these pills of blue
these days they keep me glued
And the doctor comes through
every month with refills
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10. |
Seven To
04:44
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I read your obituary
it came across my eyes sadly
You died alone, abandoned, a young man
A father, and a husband
Well I remember him
my childhood friend
Like yesterday
just children playing
in the streets your mother's babies
Oh how they made so many of you
Seven to a bedroom
Seven to a bedroom
Seven to
It all seems like a dream then
some other incarnation
back home, fond memories, my childhood friend
Forbidden medicine
by your religion man
how could they pretend
to pray away your heart defective
babies that were born neglected
Oh how they made so many of you
Seven to a bedroom
Seven to a bedroom
Seven to
I'll leave a note for Steven
I don't need to go and see him
it's cold but I believe he'd understand
I never even knew the man
but I remember him
my childhood friend
Like yesterday
just children playing
in the streets your mother's babies
Oh how they made so many of you
Seven to a bedroom
Seven to a bedroom
Seven to
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11. |
Bloodline Blues
03:57
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Sweet Emma Rose
she done raised us alone
my father Phil
in the Great War he was killed
Now Mama too's in the ground
where daddy's blood was spilled
My uncle James
he had a heart of gold
He ran a business
made a million, I'm told
It was the crash that did him in
the pavement that made him fold
My brother Jack
he had a heart attack
My sister Sue
Went and did the same thing too
They were just crooked saints
Not straight sinning fools
Oh keep my bloodline going
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12. |
Amy
04:17
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Amy, all alone
early morning coming home
a baby in your arms
and dad ain't seen him for so long
how could he not love you?
Or even try to?
How could he leave us all alone
Amy, on her own
graveyard working the telephone
Lately it's been hard
for a lonely girl in a world at large
Who could ever love us?
Some other man's son
With who could i ever place my trust?
This wasn't the way it's supposed to be
I dreamed of some other life for me
Amy, all alone
early morning coming home
a baby in your arms
and dad ain't seen him for so long
for so long
for so long
for so long
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13. |
A Timber Moan
06:09
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I could put a pen to my heartbreak
And say it's strange, things change
With the wind you were gone
And with the night howl i cried like a timber moan
Cause I'm not very strong
And these dying roots can't keep holding on
so why should i put a pen to the page?
why should I waste this ink in your name?
It's these easy eyes that force welling tears
Between morning and night, the darkest evening this year
Oh it's in the past, let it pass, it's over
So i wrote an end to this story
And saw the pages all scattered and torn
and laid out before me
And with the night howl I cried like a timber moan
Cause I'm not very strong
And these worn out boots can't keep walking on
so why should i put a pen to the page?
why should I waste this ink in your name?
It's these easy eyes that force welling tears
Between morning and night, the darkest evening this year
And the moon only shines on the deepest of fears
every time that i turn a long shadow appears
But it's cast, it can't last or control you
it's in the past, let it pass, it's over
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14. |
Saturn's Return
04:27
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Never read Arthur Rimbaud's Season in hell
But I've been here an hour
and i know how he felt
So what's the use in always sharing?
Why can't you just keep me to yourself?
Never heard of Robert Nicoll or god is everywhere
But I've heard of Robert Horry
He played for the Spurs
So what's the use in always sharing?
Why can't you just keep me to yourself?
We could be alone
with no one else
to cause us aggravation
could roll around
on the ground
in the dirt
Be lazy
so go on and keep me to yourself
Far from home in the tower I lost myself
Far from home in the tower I lost myself
Far from home in the tower I lost myself
Far from home in the tower I lost myself
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Them Jones Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Combining the stranger elements of post-60’s pop with the less-mined saccharine sounds of acts found in the drug-drenched Haight-Ashbury fallout,Them Jones create a mutant sound all of its own. They exist in the space between the sonic ether of a Tuesday night basement show and the crackle of the dusty, scratched over grooves of the hypothetical record collections procured by 70’s cinema auteurs. ... more
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