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Crows
02:08
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Well I went way out
North Carolina way
to that old graveyard
where my great grandmother lay
and the day was bright
and I hadn't slept all night
and they’d sold the place to some guys who were building graduate student housing
No one had raised any objections
they were knocking the headstones down
and the sun was high
when i rolled into town
stood by a nameless hole in the ground
the air was sweet and hot
maybe it was the right grave
maybe not
but the crows, crows, crows
rose, rose, rose
from the grave
the crows, crows, crows
rose, rose, rose
from the grave
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Genesis 19:1-2
01:44
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The girl who'd been haunting your dreams all your life
The butcher from Brooklyn, the butcher's wife
The girl who kissed you in the seventh grade
Her and all the others lined up behind the gate
The two angels came to Sodom in the evening
when the sun up in the sky was bleeding all,
all over you
And you had your camera
And you had your felt tip
And you had some money
And you had everything you needed
The two angels came to sodom in the evening
They saw you coming up the boulevard
The two angels came to sodom in the evening
When the sun was bleeding all,
All over you
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Yoga
02:42
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We had our passports out and the kits to fix them up with,
and the hurricane lamp cast our shadows on the ceiling.
I watched them box with one another like Punch and Judy.
It was dangerous and delightful, it was that kind of feeling
when you said
That you were sure
there was nothing standing in our way,
and the lie
ran off and hid itself
in the alleys
all around Bombay.
I saw you knock the lamp over while reaching for the scissors,
and I wondered how we'd ever get by without it,
And you fell into my arms – sweet and gentle.
Poison in the water, little doubt about it
and you said
that one of us
would be all alone someday.
And the truth of it
echoed inexhaustibly
all across
Bombay.
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4. |
Dirty Old Town
03:00
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This is a Ewan MacColl song
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5. |
Commandante
02:13
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I'm gonna drink more whiskey than Brendan Behan
I'm gonna send my belongings all to Tripoli
I'm gonna ride home to California
with a banjo on my knee
I'm never gonna turn off the television
I'm just gonna let it run all night.
I'm gonna plant root vegetables out in the backyard
and come summer I am going to treat you right
so put on your Chairman Mao coat
and let me clear my throat
let's turn this whole town upside-down
and shake it 'til the coins come falling out of its pockets
put on your Che Guevara pin
call the troops on in
we're gonna sail through the night sky like a pair of bottle rockets
I got a great big secret written down somewhere
I got a rosary to protect us both from harm
I got a storage locker full of cow figurines
and a laundry list of grievances longer than my arm
and I am never going back to Cincinnati.
all those bridges have burned down to the ground
I got the jet pack strapped to my back
and I’m waiting for you to come around
put on your Chairman Mao coat
and let me clear my throat.
let's turn this whole place upside-down
and shake it 'til the coins come falling out of its pockets
put on your Che Guevara pin
call the troops on in.
we're gonna sink through the night sky like a pair of bottle rockets
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the Mountain Goats Durham, North Carolina
John Darnielle has written almost 600 songs now, and some of them are very sad, dealing with hard drugs and tragic ends,
hurting yourself and others, sicknesses of both body and brain, off-brand alcohols. They are told in beautiful, unnerving, specific detail because he is a very good writer, and also some of them are just true stories about his own life.
—John Hodgman, 2012
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