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Noplace, Ohio
03:04
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At a fork in the road to Ohio
All the trees like a bad hair day, oh, my
Oh, no - Is this the way to your home?
And I think that we're just going nowhere
Mills are closed, houses show that there's nobody home
Is this the way to your heart?
I never lost before
I never missed the signs of life leading me on
I was never so glad to see nothing
Now I'm sure that this noplace Ohio
Is the last one the maps of the nation's must see places The malls, the silent FM stations
Yeah I still think that we're going nowhere
But the turn in the road tells me
Oh, I love the place. Your quiet place on Jonnycake.
I know, I know there's rain
I know, I know there's rain
I know, I know there's so much more
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The Shark
04:26
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Babylon Baby
04:18
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Down by the rivers of Babylon
There we sat down and we wept
When we remembered Zion
I ran from you in a blaze of pain
'cause I witnessed evil like a coming rain
no way to stop it, oh as if I could
All the kindness in the world, it was no good
I was once alive and I cried for you
But the deepest part of me, it died for you
How could it be that a world so wrong
Could be fashioned by any maker's song?
Down by the rivers of Babylon
There we sat down and we wept
When we remembered Zion
The lion hunts for his weakened prey
And the life it spills onto the veldt each day
Are the rose of beauty and the bloody stain
The keys to the kingdom or the mark of Cain?
And if wrong is wrong, where's the standard set?
And if right is right, then who will vouch for it?
See: if bigger ones are meant to fight for small
Then the natural way is not natural at all
Down by the rivers of Babylon
There we sat down and we wept
When we remembered Zion
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Fabric
02:43
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The fabric of our lives: it isn't cotton, it isn't rhyme
Not the open door, the credit score, or the shoes you found half-price
The meal of champions: it is a slice of broken bread
Not Memorex, it's live, it hops, it's good to the last drop
Why do you fret?
Close off all the curtains so nobody ever sees
Worn robes will hollow your soul
It is too often told
Only new ones for me
Nine dentists trust it most, until you take it home and, oh It snaps, it crackles, pops until it stops and then you’re low
The fabric of our lives: it isn't far, it doesn't hide
If a diamond is forever, then why do I still need more?
Why do you fret?
Close off all the curtains so nobody ever sees
Worn robes will hollow your soul
It is too often told
Only new ones for me
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Setting Suns
03:38
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Growing weeds in the old bookcase
Shadows only thrive in the empty space
Fallen bricks in abandoned homes
Fires only rise where your love can grow
Morning came with a boiling sunrise
Shadows crept across the desert westward
We ditched our souls on the road to Hollywood
Just to suffocate in Pasadena
We're gonna make it, make it big
We're gonna break it, break it, break it
Growing weeds in the old bookcase
Shadows only thrive in the empty space
Fallen bricks in abandoned homes
Fires only rise where your love can grow
We lost our keys in Ventura sink holes
And slept the night out on the burned-out hillside
We warmed our hands on the glow of millionaires
How could we fit into this finished puzzle?
We're gonna make it, make it big
We're gonna break it, break it, break it
Our only thoughts are of the setting sun now
Where aging shadows make the wrinkles deeper
And every party is the one you didn't throw
Oh, how we wonder what we've really broken
Growing weeds in the old bookcase
Shadows only thrive in the empty space
Fallen bricks in abandoned homes
Fires only rise where your love can grow
We're gonna break it, break it, break it
We're gonna break it, break it, break it
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Talk Talk Talk
03:15
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She feels bad, she eats the soup
She has a fever of a hundred and eighty-two
And when the letters are all gone from her bowl, she says
How I wish there was something more than the alphabet
Cause the words of poets don't do nothing for me
Oh, you ruined me, you ruined me
He was the poet in her life
But when they spoke he couldn't make anything rhyme
As if the gods of love were cruel, he said
How I wish there was something more than the alphabet
Cause the words of poets don't do nothing for me
Oh, you ruined me, you ruined me
And all the books that are on my shelf
I could come up with those myself
Let's be honest, it's twenty-six letters I need something more
and all the books that are on my shelf
I could come up with those myself
I don't know what you're thinking but tell me just tell me somehow
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Future History Books
03:38
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I remember days of coal and railway travel
As we sat beneath the aging maple trees
When the smiles were all as bright as Spanish bullion to our eyes
And the voices were all music unto me
Do you know where I am?
Do you know where I am now?
Oh, remember me in future history books
Brother, please include this photograph
And make these words my epitaph:
He was first to travel time forward and back
Jack of all ages, master of none. Not one, not one
Now I'm here in Shanghai, 3037
With a fiery cannon pointed at my head
As battalions of screaming warships shower poison in our eyes
I remember every word my brother said
Do you take it all for granted, your tomorrows?
Will the past be ever sweeter to your lips?
Will the soil of the future sprout the seed of youthful sorrow?
Or will you leave the dream to rot here with the dead?
Do you know where I am?
Do you know where I am now?
Oh, remember me in future history books
Brother, please include this photograph
And make these words my epitaph:
He was first to travel time forward and back
Jack of all ages, master of none. Not one, not one
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8. |
A Way Out
03:46
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Bring all your pain you
Lonely, lost and disenfranchised
People living on this earth, our home
See: this is where I live and here's my
Living room and all my books
Let's make a drink and tell me
What the trouble is
Down with our society
That is your philosophy
To rid us of hypocrisy
And save us from today
But what you call society
Is people just like you and me
All suffering sons of bitches, we
Are looking for a way out
The poison in your water,
In your water, is your own saliva
I can tell your face is turning rather green
If fertile daughters of the honey bee
Are killed to save the queen
What trouble are the violated rights of men
Down with our society
That is your philosophy
To rid us of hypocrisy
And save us from today
But what you call society
Is people just like you and me
All suffering sons of bitches, we
Are looking for a way out
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Haunt
03:08
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Take your body when you go next time
I know that you enjoy being the ghost
But I'm tired of playing host to skin and bones
Leave a shadow on the wall, at least
Wake me in the middle of the night with a breath, a sigh
A glance up, and if I'm lucky, a guarded smile
You're dead. You're dead
But the squealing of the floor, it tears a hole in my head
You're dead. You're dead
Leave me to enjoy the quiet I have left
You sit for hours in the same old chair
But where are all the chilling sighs, the haunted nights, the moving curtains on the window of a windless night?
If you're gone I want your ghost, at least
To haunt me in the middle of the night with a breath, a sigh
And then I can bury the eye after all this time
You're dead. You're dead
But the squealing of the floor, it tears a hole in my head
You're dead. You're dead
Leave me to enjoy the quiet I have left
you promised me the horror of the living dead
(but you're just a body without your ghost)
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I would not die in Summer time
When hearts are light and free,
And joy is borne from every clime
O'er mountain, stream and lea
I would not leave the friends I know,
Beguiled of hope and cheer,
To lose in burning tears of woe
The glad time of the year
If I die - but if I die
I pray the sun it warms my eyes
But if I die - but if I die
I pray the sun it warms my eyes
I would not die in Summer time,
And lie within the tomb,
When blushing fruits are in their prime,
And fields are in their bloom;
For I would reap the yellow grain
And bind it in the sheaves;
Then die when Autumn winds complain
Among the blighted leaves
If I die - but if I die
I pray the sun it warms my eyes
But if I die - but if I die
I pray the sun it warms my eyes
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Winter Promises
04:24
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I saw you set fire to the barn in the field last winter
I know you didn't see Mary and Jarrod in the eaves in the hay
But when the screams came tearing through the frostbitten silence of winter
Did you hear their voices when you barred the door?
I know – a fire screams, too
I know it wasn't your fault, but was it mine?
I know it wasn't your fault, but was it mine?
I know it wasn't your fault, but was it mine?
I know it wasn't your fault, but was it mine?
I saw you drag their bodies from the barn in the field from the field last winter
I know you didn't see me by the tree at the edge of the wood
But when your uncle asked if anyone had smelled the smoke from their rooms in the manor
I lied. I lied because you know that I love you
I know it wasn't your fault, but was it mine?
I know it wasn't your fault, but was it mine?
I know it wasn't your fault, but was it mine?
I know it wasn't your fault, but was it mine?
I made a promise to you and to heaven by the willow by the water last summer
And you know that when I make it I will keep it till they bury me on Cedar Hill
But what, oh, God, am I taking to the grave? Have a kept your promise? Is it a vow of devotion or a curse, or a curse of hell?
I know it wasn't your fault
I know it wasn't your fault
I know it wasn't your fault
I know it wasn't your fault
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