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Danville Girl
02:25
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My pocket book was empty, My heart was full of pain, One thousand miles away from home, Bummin' a railroad train, Lord God help me, Standin on that platform, Smokin a big cigar, Waitin' for that next freight train, To carry an empty car, Good mornin mister railroad man, what time does your train roll by, well 9:16 2:44 twenty-five minutes till five, Lord God help me, 9:16 2:44 twenty-five minutes till five, thank you mister railroad man, Gonna watch your train roll by, I got off at Danville, got stuck on a Danville girl, you can bet your life, she was out of sight, she wore that Danville curl, Wore her hair on the back of her head, just like high tone people do, that very next day on that old freight train, I bid that girl adieu, pull my cap down over my eyes, when I'm walkin down that track, I will get on to that old freight train, well I never will look back, Lord God help me, pull my cap down over my eyes, when I'm walkin down that track, I will get on to that old freight train, well I never will look back!
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Pigeons
02:19
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I don't care about you, walking through my puddles I starve and wail, salute me at your feet, without pride or dignity, each morning before you rise, I die and won't exist, me and all the sidewalk ghosts, and the crumbs are falling down like rain, and it's all the same, walk on, bummin around and living on change, blood on my feet and sand in my eyes, pigeons are looking like doves to me, and it's all the same, walk on
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Walkin' Banjo
03:06
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As I went up to 20th street to find myself a fix, once again a lonely broken twig, floating on the styx, and I laugh at all the demons, and how like them I've become, to each vandal his own temple, in the land behind the sun, membranes burn inside my skull, an ocean raging is my blood, my lungs are sheets of cellophane, held up to flame, gates yield to the flood, my heart my heart, my fucking heart, is racing to the start or to the end, quick as I was doused in flames, I was crushed beneath the snow, I try to sleep I cannot sleep, I cannot sleep away the memory, of what I've done unto my temple, on the counsel of the devil, my clumsy crumbling, broken hands throw open every door, my own will, the gavel falls, guilty guilty guilty guilty, this thing you called life we've given, you'd better be sure that you hate it, you scorn it, before you go wishing it away, you'll be a ragdoll in the fray, your clicking tongue will crack, oh brother, never again to taste, and and your fading eyes will see, but you'll not recognize the place, and the pace at which you fall, may it be swift, that if you come away from this, you'll find hell is not a dream but it goes with you as you go
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The White Light
02:08
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walking towards the white light, one foot at a time, stepping on the cracks, bending over to pick up a dime, the barman's call rings, the cat's tail swings, the red light stings, as I sway to sing a tune to the moon, siren rings in the air, lying dead in her chair, screaming the lord's prayer, shattered glass run down in the street, bourbon running in the gutter, bottle at my feet, dawn is creeping in, and the hookers are retreating, there's no time for despair, when you're not breathing air, siren rings in the air, lying dead in her chair, screaming the lord doesn't fucking care!
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I was standing by my window, one cold and cloudy day, when I saw that hearse come rolling, for to take my poor mother away, will the circle be unbroken, by and by lord by and by, there's a better land awaiting, in the sky lord in the sky, undertaker undertaker undertaker please drive slow, for that body you're a-carrying, lord I hate to see her go, will the circle be unbroken, by and by lord by and by, there's a better land awaiting, in the sky lord in the sky, well I followed close behind her, tried to hold up and be brave, but I could not hold my sorrow, when they laid her in her grave, will the circle be unbroken, by and by lord by and by, there's a better land awaiting, in the sky lord in the sky
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Drinkin' About You
03:41
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Monday morning I'm wasted again, the hands on the clock read a quarter past ten, I'm lying here on the cold kitchen floor, waiting for you to come knock on my door, you told me once that your would come back, when hell grew cold and the sun shone black, but I've been lying here for days and I'm still alone, try to get up so I reach for my shirt, send the bottles to rolling ashtrays to tumbling, in the mess we've both made, I'm still living in, but you washed your hands, I'm paying now for both of our sins, I've been drinkin about you babe, I think we both know that it's me whose to blame, left me here heartbroken and sore, you smiled and said you loved me no more, take pity on me don't leave me alone, It's monday morning I'm wasted again, I cannot imagine how long it has been, lying here on linoleum floor, with a pain in my hear my eyes on the door, I've been drinking about you babe, I think we both know it's me whose to blame, take pity on me... Please have sex with me one more time. Darling, I woke up this morning with a hard on that could cut the diamonds in your eyes, I've been thinking about you, I've been dreaming about you, hell, I've been drinking about you.
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One More Time
03:28
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I found me waking, on a Sunday morning, I'm wondering which way, that old winds gonna blow me, I'm waking up late, with no plan forming, up and out the door, out the door I go, and I laughed at the buildings all standing around, and I laughed at them looking so dumb and temporary, caught a glimpse, of the day I knew they'd all topple down, the way that I do most every day, and I found myself fearing, walking down the alley, of the roads that I've frequented all these long years, terrified of seeing all the faces that I have been, and dreamed about the way that they all used to be, and I'm here standing like a failed old idiot, staring at my crooked old footprint, dreaming about the things that I once held close, and how they took their leave, one by one, brick by brick, toppling all down so I can stack them up again, when all things sad parade before me, I look down, see no blood on my hands, is this not the moment I can be sure, that I'm the one to blame, my world it keeps spinning, always tilting always turning, yes my world it blinks out, past horizons that I know, my sentence is called my sentence is called, and it's blowing on the wind, yessir buddy I know, that I must hold the things that I've got, and I'll that which I hold not, well shit I'll give it a shot, find me out a smile my lord my great god, find me out two deep brown eyes, find me out a smile lord my sweet god, that can laugh at all my moans, and giggle at my cries, and I'll remember what's so fucking funny lord god, of the joke you've made of all our lives, bring her face to mine my lord my sweet god and her lips will teach my own, to smile one more time, in this mist and in this brine, in the stockyards of our crimes, one more time, and I will leave all the first tries, up to they who stand a chance, and I will yield up my claims, to the younger hand, cause I thought too long, and I moved too slow, what a man never done, can never be undone
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Rosie
01:19
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Could you love me Rosie, you don't look like trash to me, I know there's people talking low, but they don't seem to see, watch your honest smile light up the room, I melt like rocks into your spoon, you begin to play the croon, I am swept away, Rosie get close to me, we can be as happy as we wanna be, we'll hiss and fight, get pissed and fuck the night into the day, cause anyway's a good direction when you come to see, you don't know anything, haven't learned a single fucking thing, and so I'll meet you every Tuesday, you'll smile and laugh and I'll go away, and that would be enough for me, how like a dream your company, we can buy a trailer, get televangelical mailers, you can wear your daisy dukes, I'll cut off all my sleeves, Rosie you can be my queen, I will be your king, I could kneel at your feet just like a pawn, and pray for the day, that Rosie you'll get close to me, we can be as happy as we wanna be, we'll hiss and fight, get pissed and fuck the night until the day, cause anyway's a good direction when you come to see, you don't know anything, haven't learned a single fucking thing
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Wine Me, Dine Me
02:58
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You asked me “Now darling, aren't you ever sick of the food in your apartment, you lazy old shit, take me out for some dinner, or I wont suck your dick, take me out for a nice fancy dinner,” Now listen here darling, I'll say it real slow, the insides of my belly are all that I know, let me know when I'm hungry, let me know when I'm stoned, tell me when to pack in for winter, now some people say men are swine don't you know, they roll in their filth, and they piss in the snow, their heads are all chained to the regions below, I'll attest that the truth is the latter, just now stomach got word from my balls, they're afraid that they'll not see your dark lubed up walls, I don't want to go stoic, like they do in Nepal, my sex drive dying out like an ember, well I've decided to oblige you this one request, at the price of my manhood I'll pay you this debt, and my dick better thank me when it's time to eject, I am not a fucking cash vendor
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Oh My Love
02:48
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Oh my love, you remind me of the stormy day I'll pass away upon. In your hair I see the dark lure of winter; in your eyes I see my end. And I don't mind your kiss being poisoned; I don't mind your fangs. I don't mind your preoccupation with pain; I don't mind you at all. Oh my love, get on back, I cannot stand not getting enough of all the things you to me, so I'm a-gone; I'd rather be dead than piddlin' piddlin' on this way. Sure as the sun goes down and sure as I killed bottle after bottle baby with you, of innocent booze, baby I'll be back and I will say: oh my love, you remind me of the undressed bed I'll pass away upon. In your hair I see the black maw of death, in your eyes I see my end.
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Time and Time Again
02:15
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Time and time again I watch you rotting in your jail cell, time and time again I followed you to hell, there'll be hell to pay when your father finds out what you've done, there'll be hell to pay, let's just hope you see the day, and I'll stand by your grave, looking up at the clouded moon, and I'll stand by your grave and likely I will stay, if you should knock on wood, I'll remove the iron pikes, if you should knock on wood, I'll gladly give my hand, if I should pull you out promise me nothing and run away, if I should pull you out would you look me in the eye, if you should see me fall give your hand I'll pull you in, if you should see me fall I'll bury us once and for all
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What the Fuck
01:08
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I was born in 86, never get what I need, just want to get my kicks back in 1953, Elvis or Chuck no I never gave a fuck oh no, right or wrong got to put it in a song oh no. I was born in '86 to a mother of two. I just wanna kick the shit, and figure out what the fuck I wanna do.
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Wide Black River
04:49
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By what magic I don't know but I have come here, and I'll try and make it across if I can, oh wide black river western man's daughter, ferry me on and into your land, baby I'll be a happy boy I'll be a saintly man, forsake the far shores where your father lay dreaming, our dreams must be waking if we aren't to sleep, oh black eyed daughter alone in the water, or cut the line and we'll float on down to the ocean, if the waves serve to eat us baby I'll hold your hand, oh dull-eyed heathen, refuse of heaven, ferry me on your lungs filled with sand, your eyes arent for seeing, your lips aren't for speaking, you breathe with your skin and kill with your heart, oh black-eyed lover, statue that quits me, and how have we come here forgotten daughter, and can you remember the way we were young, wide black river western man's daughter, ferry me on and into your land.
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Workers' Song
02:04
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Where no raspy voice has shouted before, where no longshoremen has collected leave, there's broken hearts from the second world war, so you better rethink what you believe in, broken bottles and empty cans, with tools and cigarettes in their hands, erect the statues that touch the sky from San Francisco to Shanghai, now there's ash in the wind, burning bodies as we begin again, no ones got much to say, burning buildings light the end of yesterday, where no hammers come down upon the nail, where no city feet walk across cement, there blows a soft old dusty gale, and the war moves on to no extent, there the souls of a thousand guys, sit and smoke the cigarettes in peace, howl out in the night for their women they cry, their hoots and howls will never cease
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Hangin'
02:54
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My heart is dangling from the very last thread bare, goodbye to your nose lips and eyes, I'll be seeing you soon because you left your rings at my bedside, and if I see you again and I'm there by your side baby I'll be alone, we never took pictures nor can I remember so much of the time, see the years passing by, my memories are foggy have been always will be, so what are these tears in my eyes can you help me, and if I see you again, would you promise me to try just a little next time, would you write me, just every other month, I would be happy, I don't think I have too much longer with the way I've been feeling
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Letter from the North
02:23
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I wake up in the morning and the day is bright and blinding, and I wash my face and walk outside and think of calling you, decide against it part from laziness but brother lets be sure not from pride, your skeletons all fell apart last summer when your father died, and now you pick up hobbies, a new one every day it seems, and I think its fine, I think it's good, I think it's fair you keep me by the side, looking out my window I can see, a mangy cat walking on the fence on the tips of dead and rotting planks and another mangy cat comes following closely and I toy with the idea that the first was you and the follower was me, you were always taller, your voice was always louder, and with twice as many obstacles you've done twice as good as me, and you say I'd always hurt you though I never tried or meant to and sure enough there's blood under the bridge, now I see and here's my letter from the north of apology for things so long forgiven, long forgotten that now I see, I had to make someone feel the shit that I feel, I do it to myself, please forgive me
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Crownless King
04:29
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I watch you from behind your palace grounds, I climb down from my tree and I wander away, a way to health and I put back three more rounds, now I armed now I'm deadly, so I set to climbing up your walls again, I broke my body, I broke my skin, to find that you had left your garden and I wondered if I would survive the climb back out one more time, I feel your eyes upon me always watching from your parapet and you don't know my name, I know you scorn me from your bowers, my madonna, my condemner, my eyes see only you and I've torn and I've mutilated my base heart to black, over you who are my pain, not my muse, how can I escape your name, your hands, your eyes, perhaps with death perhaps with time, will an ocean between us keep my mind from drifting back, recasting all your spells, for I am the crownless king, from the gutters come my scream, all my mandates crack through broken ears, stagnant air, the silence of my court how it follows me around the midnight alleys of my mind, don't fall behind, don't look back for our thoughts are on our heels, I fear one is catching up, and it reads in guilded golden letters, we have sunk low enough to burn, you can be sure we took a wrong turn, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry
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In My Head
01:57
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I'm sick as fuck, I'm feeling awful, I'm sick as fuck, I can't lay down, too much to do in this world, too much to do while I'm awake, Oh lord I think I'm dying, Oh lord wont come back down, I think I'm dyin but I wont sleep, cause in my head there's a lot to say, I'm just a kid with a heart of steel, I'm just a kid but I've run astray, all in my head I'm bound with demons, but in my head there's a lot to say, I'll scream and shout like I was dying, I'll scream and shout right here today, because I'm rolling out my troubles, any love will run away
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Sally
02:55
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Sally walked out one tuesday night at the age of 16, out the room, out the door, out of family and home, at the age of 16 it all seemed so right, the chill in the air of the dusk felt right so she struck out to make it alone, the years flew by and she discovered men, the bottle, heroin, all of her vices, she would do them again and again for thirty years over, and now Sally is older, she's been where you haven't when she smiles is she there, is she bitter or mean, to a passerby she's a vicious old vagrant, but I know where Sally has been, she's been spit on, addicted, treated like the prostitute that she was, had to be and had no choice of being through the rough years, but we're not all born artists and the painting comes hard, and if the portraits that we paint with our lives seem marred, then may god grant us the courage to take up the brush and stand with conviction by the messes we've made
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Droids (Not the Ones)
03:53
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