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almost alone
02:34
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humming in the grass dad shot a goose.
she tumbled in the weeds. the rest flew.
we both had a laugh. we both had a laugh.
we both had a laugh. i looked on aghast.
mary had a lamb. mom took it away
she stuck to her room the rest of the day.
she thought how life just got in the way.
how life just gets in the way
so if you’re feelin’ down just step into a world of your own.
no one will know you’re almost alone.
you know you’re almost alone.
you’re not lonely, you’re just almost alone.
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2. |
free
02:47
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blind date at the dairy bar
ponytail down to her ass
she felt so free
and fantastic
fantastic
free and fantastic
meeting with the bank teller
loaded gun in his shorts
steve felt so free
and optimistic
optimistic
free and optimistic
"deaths of despair" they call it
statistician told the class
then he drove home
took part in shotgun statistics
statistics
shotgun statistics
sign says the truth shall set you free
sign says you'd better be
yeah, you sure shall be
truth could set us free
it's not free but it's true
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home
02:46
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i wanna go back home
i wanna know who i am
the sparrow looked me in the eye
looked me in the eye like a little child
i wanna go somewhere cold
i wanna know how to feel alright
but the ghosts come and go
come and go like the night
i wanna go where i know
where i know the sun gonna rise
the sun’s gonna rise like blue eyes
but like blue eyes i’m tired all the time
i wanna go back home
i wanna know who i am
the little child looked me in the eye
looked me in the eye and made me feel alright
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4. |
try like hell
03:04
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i thought time would mend me
i thought i would be on my way by now
but i can’t see the light at the end
in the end there’s no way out
somebody’s gonna have to try like hell
somebody’s gonna have to try like hell
i thought god would mend me
i thought some good could come my way by now
but i can’t believe in something
when something in the way somehow
somebody’s gonna have to try like hell
somebody’s gonna have to so i might as well
somebody’s gonna have to try like hell
somebody’s gonna have to so i might as well
i thought love would mend me
i thought some sweetheart would fix me up by now
but i can’t begin to love when love makes me go and figure shit out
oh but somebody’s gonna have to try like hell
somebody’s gonna have to try like hell
somebody’s gonna have to try like hell
somebody’s gonna have to so i might as well
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5. |
where it hurts
02:12
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i’ve been a ghost to you, darling, and not the good kind
you’ve glimpsed me in the shadows trying to make up my mind
i’ve been trying to creep up on you without seeming unkind
but you’ve been having trouble sleeping, staring at the nightlight
i’ve been watching you sleep, staring into your closed eyes
if your eyelids were walls, walk right through them i would
if we’re gonna make this work
you’ll have to meet me where i lurk
if you’re gonna make it work
you’ll have to hit me where it hurts
i’ve been a ghost to you, darling, and i can see you’re sick of it
you’ve glimpsed me at twilight crying bout the sunset
i’ve been a man before but never ever will i be again
but you’ve been praying at the foot of the bed
that i’ll come back your best friend again
but honey, silly, dear, don’t you know that i’m dead?
if we’re gonna make this work
you’ll have to meet me where i lurk
if you’re gonna make it work
you’ll have to hit me where it hurts
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6. |
henry
03:19
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my friend henry built a cabinet fit for god
and in it kept all he had lost
he said november is like death
before you can stand it
everyone owes someone for his sin
my friend lucy built a river round her home
and tossed in it all that had grown old
she said in kansas they understand
that death or divorce ain't the only ways to end
everyone owes someone for her sin
everyone owns her own way to end
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soft
02:10
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always shooting for the sky
but afraid of heights,
he dreamt he could fly
and fell all night
i want what i fear
i fear what i want
i’m as soft
as a dead fox
always aiming for two birds
but not finding the nerve
he was free as a bird
buried in dirt
i’m as good as gone
being gone feels good
i’m as soft
as a mossy log
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8. |
flying
02:34
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i thought i was superman
but really i was just a little kid
in the basket of a bike
i’d fly and fly and fight crime
i thought i could be anything
but that was just a dream
above the city of trees
i’d fly and fly and feel like i was free
feel like i was free
i thought i was above it all
but really i was set to fall
atop the tallest sycamore
i started to grow insecure
started to grow insecure
i thought i was superman
but i was just a little kid
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9. |
hawke's plaza
03:42
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that old shed is the last remnant
of an outpost of the vanquished
still standing in this slum county.
once in the midst of it all,
now waiting to fall.
cocooned in kudzu, we wait.
last seen traipsing through fallen leaves,
the boys on administrative leave
thought they could contravene fate—
another war to be waged.
and that horse is afraid;
he forecasts rain.
so in the rain the men found libation
beneath the glowing tiffany lamps of hawke’s plaza
at hawke’s plaza
how the man on the stage sings in pain
singing in the rain,
“our time to pass will come to last,”
at hawke’s plaza
oh, dark hawke’s plaza.
our time to pass could come to last at hawke’s plaza
at hawke’s plaza.
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10. |
dead end
04:02
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that haunted house there belongs to a lottery winner
who always has something in his beard
and one day made the mistake of offering a prohibitionist poltergeist a beer
one second-born sibling, right around here, once just about died of fear
so sitting crisscross in a patch of Gray Meadow,
where Mary-Jane the Elder met her match,
blithely i expect her imminent return,
as a fledgling in the nest, just hatched
even venerable Mary-Jane met her match,
but you know before you die you have to hatch
those graveyard gates are always open
phil says it’s to let in all the ghosts’ friends
when fake little flowers are left at your frigid feet,
your friends pretend to see no end
see no end
we pretend to see no end!
a haunted house is not a dead end
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11. |
morning wind
02:31
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when i opened the window
fresh air poured in
a hundred birds chirping
in the woods beyond the fence
breaking through a terrible dream,
the morning clouds cover me
when you open the window
yellow sky pours in
give me a reason
to crawl out of bed
shining through everything,
so much blossoming
possibility
i’m never waking up
i’m always sleeping in
i need a fresh start
don’t know where to begin
i need a fresh start
don’t know where to begin
wish i was better
at breathing in
wish it was easy
as morning wind
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12. |
the fight
02:10
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sitting in the shadows again sick of fight or flight
searching for a place to end i’m a mouse frozen in fright
don’t know how i could make amends all alone in the night
something holding me back my friend and i don’t think i can fight it
i don’t think i can fight it
i don’t think i can fight it
i don’t think i can fight it
it’s lost and i don’t think i can find it
sitting on the edge again praying i die
searching for a place to begin without coming up dru
i don’t know if i can make amends all alone in the night
something holding me back my friend and i don’t think i can fight it
i don’t think i can fight it
i don’t think i can fight it
i don’t think i can fight it
no i don’t but i think that i’ll try to
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