1. |
It Will Never Stop
01:50
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It’ll never stop
The crows with their arrows and their little bows
The rabbits with their carrots and their piccolos
Oh please don’t go away
Captain blowed me astray
Oh please don’t vaporize into the sun my love
It’ll never stop
The winged know it’s migration time
The roots and the leaves know mission blind
Oh please don’t go away
Howdy blowed me astray
I stared down the sun but the big old sun won my love
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2. |
Kind Ghosts
02:52
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I hung my wolves up high in the pine trees
Like cannonball sails they wouldn’t stay hung
Somewhere somebody’s scarecrow is cryin’
How could I’ve not noticed the hammers that did me in
Oh where were you
My kind ghosts
When I needed you
I came to drink more whiskey than water
Nailed up and confused like a horse on a highway
Come to me my lamb, I’ll wait in the magnolia
I’ve swallowed a phantom and I forgot how to breathe
Oh where were you
My kind ghosts
When I needed you
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Well I kicked and I screamed from zero to four
And I still don’t know what for, maybe gored from matadorin
Or dreaming on the rails of angels dead drunk in the snow
And a train that never blowed, took my legs and I bled out slow
Evening, Evening Star Supercharger
Even, though she’s dying getting larger
Peace without pill, gun or needle or prayer appear
Never found sometimes near but too fleet to be clear
Never roam never flown raked the tracks of my fears
And the grinding metal gears from a carnival of tears
Evening, Evening Star Supercharger
Even, though she’s dying getting larger
To the sea to the roan to the cloud yet unflown
To the tone to the stone to the seed yet ungrown
A flag unblown
Evening, Evening Star Supercharger
Even, though she’s dying getting larger
Evening, Evening Star Supercharger
Even, though she’s dying getting larger
To be in babies mothers and fathers
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4. |
O Child
04:19
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O Child I know it can be bad
O Child sometimes you’ll be sad
But here comes the sun
And morning’s levelled guns
Here comes the run
O Child I know it can be true
O Child sometimes it can be all new
Here comes the sun
And morning’s levelled guns
Here comes the run
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5. |
Falling Down
03:34
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Before a record of a sunset
After the fires before the celeste
Had keyed and rung her chimey two-step
A from the mountain sprung the forest
Spirit wings for flight is all wound
Language from a lip yet unfound
The hour drowned, the leaves have sped their rounds
Before the boarders ever knew ground
Keep on falling down
So lo in crept to infect
As they wept and slept then ingest
Things that men prefer to forget
Than peer into a glass of reflect
Am I seen to all my dead kin
When death floats near are they the ones
Who shout in my ear
Confederate river ghosts come lie down
Inhale the earth’s breath, that’s your bed now
You’re of hummingbird and quasar
The cannonball has flown its arc now
To be found by the plow, years from now
Keep on falling down
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6. |
I Fucked It Up
01:42
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Well I coulda been a business man
But I am a somnambulist
Well I coulda discovered some cures
But I fucked it up real good
Well I coulda had the homecoming queen
But I drove my minibike into a tree
Well I think she woulda let me kiss her
But I fucked it up real good
And I paid and paid and paid and paid for it
Well I coulda discovered a planet
But I didn’t wanna hurt nobody’s feelings
Well I coulda been a rock and roll star
But I fucked it up real good
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7. |
Hello Lord
04:08
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I don’t want to hurt no body
I don’t want to kill no one
I just want to see my baby
Whose face is like the sun
I’m so far from Carolina
But I still can see her smile
And when I dream it almost seems
Like I’ve been with her awhile
Hello Lord, How’s your children
Do they still fuss and fight
With all these guns we’ve given them
And ship them off to fight
I don’t know if you’ve noticed
It’s become an awful sight
Hello Lord, How’s your children tonight
I don’t know what I’m doing here
I’m not sure if this is right
All’s I know I’m a soldier boy
And a soldier’s job’s to fight
Here I lay in this cruel sun
I’ve never seen such smoke and fire
And I’ve never seen so much blood
Lyin’ here in the mire
Hello Lord, How’s your children
Do they still fuss and fight
With all these guns we’ve given them
And then send ‘em off to fight
I don’t know if you’ve noticed
It’s become an awful sight
Hello Lord, How’s your children tonight
Please please Come for me
Please oh please Come for me
Hello Lord, How’s your children
Do they still fuss and fight
With all them guns we’ve given them
And send them off to fight
I don’t know if you’ve noticed
It’s become an awful sight
Hello Lord, How’s your children tonight
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8. |
Daddy's Gone
02:49
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Daddy’s gone, Daddy’s gone to go to work today
To make a little money, you gotta get paid
Bake a cake, bake a cake and set it on a plate
Up high where the dogs can’t get it, so it don’t get ate
When you lay your head on your pillow I’ll be gone
When you breathe your dreams into your pillow breathe them strong
I woke up and all my yesterdays were gone
Close your eyes, close your eyes until your dreams arrive
And keep them tight where the hounds can’t get ‘em
So they don’t get ate
When you raise your head from your pillow don’t delay, as people decay
When you let the rays of the sun help you along
I woke up and all my yesterdays were gone
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9. |
Chaos of the Universe
03:58
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Chaos of the universe
Here you are in the very first verse
Light sweet on my black-haired nurse
Never your father nor your mother
Sing among young’uns
Never your sister, it wouldn’t kiss her
Ring strong her longs
Cranes and shallows trapped inside
Their chests swollen with light
Rise up and lose sight of your heights
Sweet dreams in your measureless flights
Never your father nor your mother
Sing among young’uns
Even your sister, they wouldn’t kiss her
Oh to belong
Don’t you let it get you down
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10. |
Listening to the Higsons
03:00
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Lucifer in Frognal
Listening to the Higsons
One night in November
And I thought I heard them singing
I gotta let this hen out
And give this hen some eyeballs
I’m running out of living
Won’t you see to me
Won’t you see to me
Whoah oh
Listening to the Higsons
One night in November
And I thought I heard them singing
Sing “I gotta let this hen out”
The Higsons come from Norwich
But I prefer porridge
I’m running out of living
Won’t you see to me
Won’t you see to me
Listening to the Higsons
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Closed my eyes and all the colors
Of the leaves already bled
In the vapors of the slumber
Fled the orange and the red
Now the beaver moon has shown us
Her enormous glowing bloom
All your sticks and earth are sewn up
You may retire to your rooms
Everybody’s gone to sleep
I don’t know where you are
And the hawk I used to talk to
And watch him spiral in the vents
Found a wife and then there was two
And away and off they went
Now the bed is feeling cold now
In the vacuum of the snow
here ain’t no one here to hold now
As the winter’s razors blow
Everybody’s gone to sleep
I don’t know where you are
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12. |
The Scull of Lucia
04:11
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Don’t hold my hand across the sand
Never had no father
Showed me to water
For you to drink
Like that old thing
Some are born
To sweet the light
And some are born
To endless night
The skull, the old skull of Lucia
With me, she will never see ya
In the days or in the light
Like stars being born
Or time being torn
It could have all ended
Right then and there
And be ghosts in the morn
The sea I wade
And tried to fade
Spat me aground
Got found undrowned
And so I stayed
Dry but slightly torn and frayed
The crown around her head it played
And it spun, made from the sun
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13. |
Blue
01:23
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14. |
Stay
01:41
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Stay today Stay for the day
Oh it’s gonna get brighter
Stay for the day
Oh it’s gonna get brighter
Stay Stay Stay for the day
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