1. |
Madeleine Pt. 2
04:55
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Well the sunlights been peekin through since a quarter til a half past 6
And I spent the whole time just losin my mind over the way it dances on your lips
When suddenly awareness of the passin of the time
Like a railcar on my ribcage as another train goes by
The dogs start pacin back and forth, you say that we should get a move on too
And though my heart rejoice at the sound of your voice, I don't think I can bear to move
In this relief the world could burn and I would be just fine
So stay with me until another train goes by
I gave up cocaine but I’d sell my shirt for a bump right now
Are these growin pains or the first breaths of my hardest comedown
I buck and spin tryna read you madeleine
Woulda thought I’d learn by now
Chirps and vibrations from your bedside table say goodmornin fore I waste my breath
I know that dreams are cheap, but I heard in my sleep that winter’s just a yearly test
I once believed that all could heal if given ample time
Now I lose sleep with every other train goin by
So I put my work boots on, and I get a little high
I wish I could recall how I felt last fall, aint it funny all that slips my mind
So take your leave, I won’t even take a leaf of what’s not mine
Already got both feet on a freighter pullin west down the line
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2. |
Overgrown
05:52
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Well I’ve been walkin
down some highways and toll roads
This broken ground is talking,
where once was barren is now overgrown
Now I owe my life to death
I owe my gods the rest
All that's mine is this listless reverie
And it's been raining for 40 days
but I’m parched as a bone
All my mem'ries fadin,
sunbleached by a light that all around me shown
Now, I got a restless tongue
I’ve never been but young
Am I defined by this listless reverie
And I’m right in the middle of my skin
But oooh, I’m not sure how long I'll be here
Where prophets call, my spirit wanders
Where towers fall my spirit wanders
And one and all we all shall wander - Bodies stalled, our spirits wander
When my mind is breaking cause
I spent too much time on my couch in my house all alone
All my fears I’m takin,
making every one of them a loud, loud and rattlin bone
Oh how sweet to forget
I’m not my own self yet
I’m still defined by this listless reverie
And I’m right in the middle of my skin
But I’m not sure how long ill be here
Where prophets call, my spirit wanders
Where towers fall my spirit wanders
And one and all we all shall wander - Bodies stalled, our spirits wander
It’s been a long time comin. Long time comin. Long time comin
But now that long times come and gone
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3. |
Calming Down
04:11
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Fold me up, I’m gettin wrinkled and a blown around
Like a paper cup, drip stains from the rim on down
Cause I don’t wanna be a go getter
I’m just tryin to get out of this alive
Old enough, nobody blinks when you get it right
Fingers rough, been grabbin roots just to slow my slide
Cause I don’t wanna be a go getter
I’m just tryin to get out of this alive
The feeling of calmin down
The feeling of calmin down
The feeling of calmin down
The feeling
Scream and shout into the mirror bout your heavy load then
Face the crowd, and stutter somethin from a script you wrote
You don’t have to be a go getter
Do whatcha gotta do to get you out alive
Burnin out, but I can fight so long as I can stand this
Aimless doubt that brings the ground up to meet these hands
I always thought I was a go getter
Now I’m just dyin to get out of this alive
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4. |
Cut of Sod
03:53
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Lift me up on laughter
Lift me up cause I ain’t so tall anymore
I could brush the rafters
But not with my feet on the floor
Wake me up in Dayton
Wake me up when the trees ain't runnin to more
Cause I could plant a garden
But not in a concrete floor
My face is to the sun
My legs gone stiff and my feet won’t run
Too many roots undone
I was a cut of sod, but now I thank my gods
Their love is ancient
It stands like a willow in a summer storm
Oh to sit within it
and sing to the rain as it pours
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5. |
River Ballad
03:01
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Four feet planted in eroding soil
Two heads baptized, one with water, one with oil
Gotta leap, but these souls is slick
And the thought of breakin loose makes my head sick
There’s a boulder midst the rapids, bout 4 foot wide
And a jump would clear the gap, but would I stand or or would I slide?
Gotta loosen my grip on these hands in mine
‘Fore the water claims us both, coulda sworn I had more time
The taste of iron, but in my bones
I did not enter this world nor will I leave it alone
The river’s cold and deep, yes it’s cold and deep
But the stones they sing, yes the stones they sing
They say
Ya---ah--weh Abba
Yahweh Yaweh
Wasted months, wasted years
When I feel that all is waste, well I get wasted outta fear
The Spirit tells me, “child, ya aint just what ya make
You aint just what ya have, you sure ain’t what you take
You’re reachin out for rocks, cuttin up your hands
Mistakin driftwood for dry land
Close your eyes, relax your grip,
If you aint holdin onto nothin then from nothin will you slip
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6. |
Addonai
05:09
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It’s a long way back from heaven, it’s a long way home from here
Every mile behind me’s one mile from you my dear
I may be the worst of sinners, but damn I’m holy when you’re near
So why’m I walkin up this river? Well someone told me home’s up river
Who spoke like into this frame? Addonai, Addonai
Did I fuck up or who’s to blame for what I
Could I have maybe come out wrong this time, Addonai?
Feels like when you sit too long on a lie
Who made hold to feed let go? Addonai, Addonai
And who taught squashes how to grow on a vine?
And who made marshes one part sea? Addonai, Addonai
And then saw fit to think up me, fuckin life
It’s a long way back to heaven, it’s a long way home from here
Every mile behind me’s one mile less my dear
And I’ll always be a sinner, but I’m holy cause I’m here
On a sunny bank down river, in this sacred land of sinners
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7. |
2 Cents
04:04
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I was keepin my 2 cents in a pocket of flesh
I was rollin my bad days into cigarettes
I got a soul to meet, and I’m prepared for you to leave
Til the day that I can look you in the eye
Ever wish you was a blackbird or a sycamore tree
Ever ask the creator what they made you to be
I’ll wrestle with the gods myself and you can pray for someone else
If all your prayin’s for a part of me to die
Please know I love you
And know that if I didn’t, I’d’a kept my damn mouth shut
It’s hardly new
For me to lie
But you want the truth
Least that’s what ya say, though of late don’t know bout what
It’s hard to do
And it takes time
Don’t wait up, no don’t wait up for me
That hill you’re dyin on ain’t Golgotha but Gethsemane
You’re cryin, "Abba, father, why have you forsaken me?"
While your hands hold a sword and your ear it bleeds
Ask me what, what do I need from you?
I told ya all I need’s for you to say you’re human too
I’ve screamed it wrote it out in kerosene my temple through
Your blind assurance is a yolk bound to the privileged few
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8. |
For ya too
04:13
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Been tryna write a song bout you
Spent weeks just pickin at this stale line
It goes up and down and back again
Like a dizziness I get when I'm still high
But that disorienting swirl
ain't nothin that I felt round you, my dear
So I guess it ain't a song bout you
But I wrote the bridge the last time you were here
To every lover, god, hell even every enemy
I've had something to sing
cause most have had a table set when I arrive
Before they ask "what did ya bring?"
So then I'd write a song to prove
My place or justify my stew
That always seems to drip between fork tines
(But you made it clear that) I can't write
A song for you
Til I believe that I deserve one too
Is it something bout the way you greet
The morning like a friend you's waitin on
That raises every hair along my side
that sunlight touches at the dawn
I'm thinkin no less than all
The glistening, melting frost could e'er outshine
The crackling embered afterglow
Of knowing I'm worth being on your mind
I pick the crust out of my eyes and catch
the scent that your hair left upon my palm
Makes me wander to the mirror and see
My body, sunlit, naked as a psalm
Then the last bug songs of autumn
Adorn these moments while they got em
And all their chirps start blending to a tune
So I'm goan try
to play it true
Cause I believe they sang it for ya too
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9. |
Sweet Potato, Lime
03:51
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Ran outta gas on my way to evermore
Broke down on your couch I can't recall what I thought I was looking for
Used to sing about apocalypse til apocalypse did come
Now the only blinding light I'm tryna see is that porch light on
Would you tell me 'gain bout that thing that brings you life
When it comes round 'gain, would you thank it for me kind?
Smoke in my head and a fire in my belly
Quit burning other folks brush to stoke the coals what's in me
Rum and chamomile, sweet potato, lime
Been simmerin in that crockpot so long this whole house smell like suppertime
Would you tell me 'gain bout that thing that brings you life
When it comes round 'gain, would you thank it for me kind?
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10. |
Gaspin
04:32
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The sky’s a grayin but I’m still wide awake
It’s all replayin and I can’t but buck and shake
And there’s a demon whisperin “it’s too late
to learn what we don’t know by now”
Fine dining's anything but rice n beans
Got me wonderin if I’ll ever know what sayin “sure” means
Should I be diggin through my days or dreams
To find what we don’t know by now?
Oh, I don’t know but I’m sure it’s a lie
Been starin at the wall diggin my veins out all night
No I don't know, but I sure am alive
How bout you?
And I don’t know why you’re makin that face
I’ve seen that one before, but something’s out of place
Like a show where someone trips and unplugs the bass
But in you
And I don’t know who’s makin that sound
But I don’t think it’s me and it’s too goddamn loud
I watch my fingers like vines stretch to silence the whole crowd
But you
Sometimes my dog’s all that keeps me sane,
When I can’t trust a smile or hand or phrase
And I’m not sure if I’m to blame
for what we don’t know by now
Red flags refract from another light
Cause this self don’t exist beyond its place in the fight
So if ya ask if I’m alright
Well we sure don’t know by now
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