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A Sign
02:55
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Just give me a sign and I won’t walk the floor,
...and I won’t wait no more,
....that you will be true
....and darling I will too
Oooh
Don’t give me no symbols I’ll just be confused,
...darling I’ll refuse,
...no charts, no graphs, no stand-ins
Honey all that I want is something I can believe in.
Oooh
Don’t hand me no words though I love to hear you speak them,
...I got plenty inside my own pen,
When I want words I will beg for them in rhyme,
Honey all that I need from you right now is a sign.
Oooh
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2. |
Rocket City
03:19
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Start from the top it is always best to start on a road you cannot see the end of.
Leave the cases cold; leave them in the caverns where your memories will make love.
Save yourself, so you can be there for somebody else.
Dig, dig down to the other side of the world; maybe things will be better there. Maybe they’re not so poor. Try to to scratch the surface come up nervous with a headache that just wouldn’t quit feeling like your world had split.
Save yourself…
Drive all night. Drive all night. Drive all night.
Drive all night. Get to Rocket City, ditch the dull self-pity,
Say hello to the rest of your life.
Save yourself, so you can be there for somebody else.
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Borderline
02:34
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Depth Perception
03:12
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If I could make a mountain it would start just like a pearl, with one grain of hope deep within the belly of the world, but I can only chance upon the valleys left by those who came before, their chants just floating on the surface of the core.
If I could bridge a gap I'd do it like a tangle would, and leave the straight and narrow to those who would think they're good, but I've only my own mistakes to teach me what I should have asked the ones who came before me also carved this crooked path.
There is no choice but what you want.
There is no vision, only depth perception.
As they say, you've got it or you don't.
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5. |
Ruben's Train
02:56
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Ruben had a train he put it on a track
And rode it to the lord knows where
And it’s “Oh me! Oh my!”
You should’ve been in town when Ruben’s train went down
You could hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
I’ve been to the east I have been to the west
I’m going where the chilly wind don’t blow
And it’s “Oh me, oh my”
Last night I lay in jail no one to pay my bail
Lord how it sleeted and it hailed
Some mean old hack drove Ruben off his track
He’s making him a junkyard of his own
And it’s “OH ME! OH MY!”
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6. |
Old Fashioned
02:40
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This is Venus calling Earth
So tentative I'm fit to burst
Each connection forms a word
Far is not a color of unheard
*Don't stop where you are darling ever
Come home and I promise you a life like you never seen
I will be everything I mean
I will be what you want me to be
Surface to air with no exhaust
Tired is not the same as taking off
These reverberations form a triangle on your back
There's no way to refashion this lonesomelessness
*
*Don't stop where you are darling ever
Come home and I promise you a life like you never seen
I will be everything I mean
I will be who you want me to be
I will be everything i mean
I will be everything I mean.
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7. |
Winter's Come and Gone
03:05
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Winter’s Come and Gone (lyrics by Gillian Welch)
Oh little red bird, come to my windowsill
Been so lonesome, shaking that morning chill
Oh little red bird open your mouth and sing
Been so lonesome since you went away
So long now I’ve been out in the rain and snow
But the winter’s come and gone a little bird told me so.
Oh little blue bird, pearly feathered breast
Five cold nickels all that I got left
Oh little blue bird what am I gonna do?
Five cold nickels ain’t agonna see me through
So long…
Oh little black bird on my wire line
Dark as trouble in this heart of mine
Oh little black bird sings a worried song
I’ll be so lonesome til the winter’s come and gone.
So long now I’ve been out in the rain and snow
But the winter’s come and gone a little bird told me so
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Home
03:05
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home is a place, that you can turn your back to but you can still go back to,
so hit the road, don't hit it too hard bear in mind, that's how you broke your fist the last time
i know you know you should have been in pictures, there's just no screen that big these days
so pack your bags and get behind the wheel again wheel's suit you better anyway
o desire, home is such a hungry word,
this sickness inspires, home is just along a road
home is a place, that you can turn your back to,
but you can still go back to
call me, whenever you want to,
i just hope
that you'll want to
Call
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9. |
Trick Tips
02:21
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like coin-flips in triptychs
am i the only one who's ever felt this way
doubt it as you down it...
try to see through another livelong day
convince yourself it doesn’t but
it matters anyway
practice on yr fingertips
no one ever got rid of the blues that way
seize up as you seize the day...
try to see through another livelong day
convince yourself it doesn't but
it matters anyway
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10. |
Can't See
02:20
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There used to be a light on in the attic in the day
I hear that late at night it can be seen flickering away
At yesterdays gone by without a word
And how tomorrows come like little birds
They sing me godforsaken songs that get stuck in my ears
‘Til I can’t hear.
I hear there is a bell way down beneath the basement floor
And that sometimes it shines but nobody listens anymore
There’s no time for singing songs of liberty
When each night is a new invading army
They overload their silencers and point them straight at me
‘Til I can’t see.
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11. |
Parting Shot
02:01
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lost in a garden, if you'll pardon my french, well what the fuck?
Hell has frozen over, you bet your bottom dollar someone made a buck.
thanks for all the memories now they're all that i've got
feel free to defend me as i take my parting shot living in oblivion, i should say living in brooklyn.
lovingly becoming bitumen along with all my long lost friends...
thanks for all the memories
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12. |
The Cuckoo
03:19
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Cuckoo (trad. Arr. by MGL)
Oh the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird she wobbles when she flies
She don’t ever holler “coocoo” ‘til the fourth day of July
I’m gonna build me a little old log cabin on a mountain so high
So I can see pretty little Bella when she goes prancing by
I’ve gambolled in New England, I’ve gambolled in Spain
I’ll bet you your last three dollars I won’t beat you next game
Jack of Diamonds I know you of old, you try to rob my empty pockets of silver and gold
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