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The Drought
04:25
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The well’s been drying up, so start thinking
We’ve not been praying enough, we’ve been sinking
The town’s been down and out, so keep dreaming
If we turn to the preacher man he’ll tell us what the cure is
The crops are dying out, we need water
The cows are crying out, we need water
The whole damn town could shout, we need water
Unless we turn to the preacher man we won’t know what the cure is
My kid is sick, I help the poor
I don’t know why you people think that I got the cure
My wife’s so tired she wants a divorce
I gave you people all I had but you still want more
Money’s been tight, we’re living life on the rocks
And you think you’re doing your part with a coin in the box
Now the alcohol isn’t helping at all
So please excuse the shaking and the ceaseless calls
So pull the hymnals out, and start singing
We’ll end this awful drought, keep clinging
The rain will fill our pores, and start redeeming
All the land that we’ve been working, we will turn it into Eden
The crops are dying out, we need water
The cows are crying out, we need water
The whole damn town could shout, we need water
We have to turn to the preacher man, he’ll tell us what the cure is
Look to the man in the blue suit preaching on a Sunday
Hurling demons out, look at him he’s so devout
Man in the blue suit preaching on a Sunday
We have little doubt, he will end this awful drought
My kid is sick, I help the poor
I don’t know why you people think that I got the cure
My wife’s so tired she wants a divorce
I gave you people all I had but you still want more
Money’s been tight, we’re living life on the rocks
And you think you’re doing your part with a coin in the box
Now the alcohol isn’t helping at all
So please excuse the shaking
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2. |
Stars V. Streetlights
04:17
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City nights, yellow lights reflecting in your eyes
They stole the part of all the stars repressed by all the light
You’re so close and bright, our lover’s glass is spent and all but gone
These days are long and far too hard, so we drink into the dawn
It’s just you and me babe we work like hand and glove
Like light in my eyes we’ve become
But the love in these arms is it really enough
The meaning between us is us
Our dreams strain and shake, quivering and waiting to awake
But our love’s a weight, crippling our chance at fighting fate
In another life we’ll make it to the skies
Because I can’t stand the sight of stars masked by city light
It’s just you and me babe we work like hand and glove
Like light in my eyes we’ve become
But the love in these arms is it really enough
The meaning between us is us
It’s just you and me babe we work like hand and glove
Like light in my eyes we’ve become
But the love in these arms is it really enough
The meaning between us is us
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Dancing Girl
05:06
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It’s hard to think when watching her dance
It’s all smiles and winks as she pours me a glass
And it seems to cause a pain in my chest
You know pounds of weight, slowing my breath
Silhouettes, their eyes on her waist
They’re all placing bets, “How’re her lips going to taste?”
So I’ll watch her dance, even though she can’t sing
All the guys in the room they are after other things
It’s getting old, all the wanting
Please Sarah Lyn know I can take you away
I’m lost and I’m old, don’t have to tell me
But one thing I know, I’d die for you babe
For thirty years, my home was the sea
I saw ports and piers as I served my country
But I’d trade it all, the booze and cheap thrills
My sweet Sarah Lyn, you know I brought dollar bills
If you’d seen me then, all strapping and strong
I might stand a chance with the guys at the bar
Then the pain again, it’s making me cough
So I smoke, and I drink, and I drink, ‘til I drop
It’s getting old, all the wanting
Please Sarah Lyn know I can take you away
I’m lost and I’m old, don’t have to tell me
But one thing I know, I’d die for you babe
And it’s getting old, this rotten whiskey
But darling please know I can take you away
I’m lost and I’m old, don’t have to tell me
But one thing I know, I’d die for you babe
Though all of us are brothers, we still scrap and fight each other
Our loneliness the same, we share in the same pain
We squander love for booze and fame, make devil deals a sweet cocaine
Our hearts cannot contain the weight of so much pain
Heart attack, can’t go back
Lungs collapse, fools die alone
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Snakeman
04:11
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Watch your back a bad man’s coming
Uptown he pedals base in the alley preying on
Sad souls, and all the other suckers
Waltzing, his fix across the alley singing
Hey Hey Hey I swear I’m not a snake
I know you don’t got money, but I’ll offer anyway
You know you might just like it if you give it a taste
The scent’s as sweet as honey it’ll blow you away
Watch your back a bad man’s coming again
Treat you like a king give you something to spend
Morning you’ll wake up naked flat on your face
Crawling on your hands begging, pleading for grace
Hey Hey Hey I swear I’m not a snake
I know you don’t got money, but I’ll offer anyway
You know you might just like it if you give it a taste
The scent’s as sweet as honey it’ll blow you away
Watch your back a bad man’s coming again
Treat you like a king give you something to spend
Morning you’ll wake up naked flat on your face
Crawling on your hands begging, pleading for grace
Watch your back a bad man’s coming again
Treat you like a king give you something to spend
Morning you’ll wake up naked flat on your face
Crawling on your hands begging, pleading for grace
Hey Hey Hey I swear I’m not a snake
I know you don’t got money, but I’ll offer anyway
You know you might just like it if you give it a taste
The scent’s as sweet as honey it’ll blow you away
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The Flood
03:00
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Water’s rising, walls are caving in
Silence choking the air where bells had been
Painful blessing, we prayed for rain for months
Now we’re too full, our town is overrun
Preacher, you never told us that a gift could be a curse
Arms wide, a new beginning, but right now we miss the first
Houses drowning, lungs like cabinets
Filled with vain things, remnants of our debts
Swimming in the churchyard fighting off the hunger
We got your number, we’re going to find you
Calling out for mercy, but you know you’re going under
If we want to see it, we’re going to see it
Preacher, you never told us that a gift could be a curse
Arms wide, a new beginning, but right now we miss the first
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Entropy
03:41
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The rain that washed away the dirt from your blouse
Is soaking into the studs of your house
The frame is weakening and starting to shake
The storm is too much, regardless of faith
Oh God, I’m broken by the sound
My Lord, it’s falling to the ground
Why God, I’ve wasted all my life
My Lord, you burned down what was mine
You told me all about the labor you spent
The hours of work in hot summer sweat
You told me all about the blueprints you made
You swore everything here would never fade
Oh God, I’m broken by the sound
My Lord, it’s falling to the ground
Why God, I’ve wasted all my life
My Lord, you burned down what was mine
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Twins
03:19
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My words were pretty cold but your eyes are straight frigid
We had all that we needed but now that don’t mean a thing
Life lost, those wide eyes unblinking
Prices was paid, nothing is free
This place is amazing, excess for the taking
Whole boxcars of blow
Let’s get set I’m ready to go
I’m ready to go
Now brother I love you, but listen to my view
That nothing is free
Your fortune is going to haunt me
It is haunting me
It’s been seventeen long years
We share a face, but it’s a thin veneer
His silenced soul, the silence is singing in our soul
His silenced soul, the silence is singing in our soul
We were intertwined like two parts of a vine
Tied together like a tether swore we’d never divide
Vile men with thought and a grin
Ended your life too early, now I’m lonely again
No excuse, I got no defense
Nothing can atone for my hand in this dissidence
They put a price on my head, and found my likeness instead
I said “You folded too early”, you said “My heart was all in”
My words were pretty cold but your eyes are straight frigid
We had all that we needed but now that don’t mean a thing
Your Good Book says that you brought Lazarus back from dead
But my brother lays cold
What about him?
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I’m yearning to receive your place in history
I envy your position the centrality
Where Sister providence has been my enemy
For so long
My Brother, if you’re looking you are sure to find
A problem staring at you of your own design
If you’re living like a victim you will never try
To roll away the stone
Sister you’ve been gifted with a lot of pull
Now you’re looking at me like you think that I’m a fool
But you were born into the cradle of a catapult!
We all know
Brother, break the pattern and follow me
We’ll be singing you shall know our velocity!
Moving mountains although we are mere mustard seeds
We will speak and they will know
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