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Harvest Home
04:00
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Hallway of harvest home
A clipped call like cobblestone
A boat with leak in lake so deep
You’re porcelain pride is show’n
Used to be Lancashire loom
You used to be hard headed hewn
Was whale waves that laid you to waste
Sheer, sheer, see through
You’ve lost the best of you
This didn’t work out like you planned
You’re going home, you’re going home
You’re moving back to where you bury your family bones
And I doubt I’ll ever see you again
What we’ve wished and what we’ve known
What we’ve found and what we’ve grown
All burned down and buried away
The days of harvest home
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2. |
I Will Burn For You
05:07
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Lightning, lightning by my side
You’re coming at me 10 miles wide
Winter is forgotten in July
And you’re still coming in
The Brooklyn Bridge is 300 feet
The river below where secrets keep
Hail Mary, I’m going deep
And you’re still coming in
I will burn for you
I am Madison and Minnesote
I’m crossing Crystal Lake in copper coat
I am wheels off and burning smoke
But my motor is steady hum
You come around like every spring
With red bird and wedding ring
In my ear a-whispering
A song I don’t sing anymore
I will burn for you
Yeah, I will burn for you
In the winter pines all covered snow
Where you were born with eyes of gold
I shouldn’t have ever let you go
But how could I know then
I will burn for you
Yeah, I will burn for
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3. |
Long Shot
03:22
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It’s the sound the clock makes
When it cracks through the cardboard
It’s the way your heels click
When you walk up the stairs to my door
I put The Grifters on
Just before you come
I bought the wine you like
California red, pinot blend
I’m wearing my best shirt and jeans
I smell like a million bucks
When you look like me you need to give a...
Cause it doesn’t come naturally, obviously
Alright
I’ve been working at the grocery store, baby
I’ve been working in the deli
I didn’t think I’d end up here
Oh no no no not really
I’ve been working at the grocery store, baby
I’ve been working in the deli
You went to school in a town upstate
Moved into your parent’s place in the city
You got a job with your dad’s senator friend
On the city planning committee
And you decide where the bus stops go
You decide and the bus stops go
I have to admit, that’s kind of sexy
I quit school at 17
Moved into New York at the turn of the century
I left home with a thousand bucks I made landscaping every
But I wanna turn you on
I really wanna turn you on
It’s a long shot
But I’m ready
Alright
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And you were born pure gold in the 70s
A mobile home in the canyon home
Your arms were long and bronze like summer dreams
Your heart was young and full of hope
And you were born pure gold in the 70s
And you were born pure gold
The photo of your father in the kitchen where all hell broke loose
The letters from your mother when you were sent away
You turned your back and ran from all of this
Your hair fell to your shoulder shake
And you were born pure gold in the 70s
And you were born pure gold
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The Apostles
05:03
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You walked out to The Apostles
All the way across the water
And you came back burning ember
At least that’s how I remember
And you raised your hand so all could see
Dropped it hard when we were all leaving
That’s when the willow started to buckle
But we both know it’s not that easy
And you called me out
Yeah you called me out
You curse the mountain
And you curse the sea
When you reflected you reflected back on me
In cars and motels and bars and pews
Where typewriters burned and papers flew
I won’t laugh unless you’re laughing, too
I swear I won’t ever laugh at you
Lamplight burst and fever broke
You lost your nerve and you missed the joke
I won’t laugh unless you’re laughing, too
I swear I won’t ever laugh at you
And you called me out
Yeah you called me out
You curse the mountain
And you curse the sea
When you reflected you reflected back on me
Inside before the skies opened up
You went down before you felt the cut
I held out my hand to help you up
I didn’t mean to let you down so easy
And I’ve read and reread the words you wrote
“This is doomed, this is sinking boat”
I didn’t mean to let you down so easy
Don’t worry darling, I’m just leaving
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Your heart wasn’t into it
Your face was a mess
If you were smart, if you were smart, if you were smart
You wouldn’t have bothered getting dressed
But your brushed your hair
And put on new clothes
If you were smart, if you were smart, if you were smart
You would just stay home
But I know
Yes, I know
Oh, I know
You can’t stand to be alone
With your shirt and white teeth
The whole world at your feet
And your eyes a-glow
You’re so scared
You believe everyone can see
It’s all a show
When the door gets locked
And everyone has to go
If you were smart, if you were smart, if you were smart
You would just go home
But I know
Yes, I know
Oh, I know
You can’t stand to be alone
Alright
Your heart wasn’t into it
Your face was a mess
If you were smart, if you were smart, if you were smart
You wouldn’t have bothered getting dressed
But you brushed your hair
With your ivory comb
If you were smart, if you were smart, if you were smart
You would just stay home
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And you are like a motorcycle painted black
A restless ocean on the attack
The colors red and blue
They mean nothing to you
Tally ho!
Black metal black
When we were astronauts in Oakland
Houston calling, Houston called
And asphalt aeroplanes
They called out your name
Tally ho!
Black metal black
In the terminal
Where the windows fade
You could choose to leave
Or you can choose to stay
Either way, it’ll never be the same
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Where the airplanes lift
And the river divides
Where time is still
Where time is denied
A little comes back
And then slowly goes
I’ve gotta hit the road
I gotta hit the road
And the weather’s fucking awful
The diamond in my mind
The voice on the phone
The song in my head
Keeps you close
It’s not a long time gone
But it’s a long time away
I’ve gotta hit the road
I gotta hit the road
And the weather’s fucking awful
An all night run
from Buffalo to the shore
Asleep in the seat
Asleep on the floor
And the setting sun
And the weather comes
And you’re still on my mind
I’ve gotta hit the road
I gotta hit the road
And the weather’s fucking awful
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9. |
The Bone in Your Hand
04:17
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Fourteen eagles, fifteen doves
You lied you lied to all of us
You said you’d cleaned your bones
We were all so young
Were all so young and dumb
And we were all headed west
Drunk on dropping out
Smoking cigarets
And oh
The bone in your hand was true
I was afraid of nothing
I was afraid of nothing no,
except losing you
Memories for days
They were wandering and lost
Somewhere in the back of my skull
81 south towards the edge of dusk
Where the fires of Heaven found you out
The bone in your hand was true
I was afraid of nothing
I was afraid of nothing no,
except losing you
I came to you with nothing at all
And then I left before you drown
You were foolish then
You’re still foolish now
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