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If it's all blue tomorrows
on a road paved in sorrow
lined with sweet but deadly
Lilly of The Valley
we can find our own road
cut through the alley
stick to the shadows
make our break
stay young and die old
but we're tied-up an worn down
nowhere / nowhere / nowhere
to go
blue tomorrows
rain and snow
Well you were a wishful thinker
and I was a heavy drinker
every night
I would play charades
with the shadows
shooting at the moon
circled the drain
for a year or two
woke one morning
more weary than usual
all tied-up and worn down
almost / almost / almost
losing you
blue tomorrows
through and through
Living by the skin
of both our teeth
still no jailhouse key
when both our brows are wet
with blood and sweat
darkened by when you
cried out to the night
if I don't leave soon
I'm gonna die
I'd rather be hungry
and sleep outside at night
than be tied-up an worn down
no end / no end / no end
in sight
blue tomorrows
day and night
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Dagger
05:26
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Two coins
coins upon my eyes
for the ferry mans fair
slow creaking boat
oh my the water's
dark down there
behold the the dreary coast
you'll love it here
Lay me on
lay me on the shore
with a dagger
in my hand
when the shadow
talks at night
strike it down
with white-hot light
too frightened
for to answer back
try as you might
I am barefoot
barefoot in the garden
hanging fruits
of many shades
we will make a little wine
and drink our bodies
back to clay
“you will not surely die”
the serpent says
Saw the flame
saw the flame flicker
saw her at my window pane
wearing silver moonlit jewelry
and a locket
that kept my name
was it stolen or did I
give it away
I feel awful
I feel all full of stars
and my eyes
red as mars
we will float for a little while
and then I'll fall
fall down hard
safe and sound
in my house
of crumbling cards
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3. |
Nothing You Will Find
05:45
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Nothing you will find
when you are numb and dumb and drunk
except a lower low
and how fast a stone throw's sunk
we all get to sinking
we all forget the sun
baptized by pain and rapture
oh hallelujah
to everyone
Nothing you will find
when you are locked inside a room
cupboards full of cobwebs
and a feast of spider food
dust upon the bed sheet
I sleep on the floor
where am I
and who am I
oh why am I
and tell me what for
Nothing you will find
when run everyone away
shackled to a dying hope
that they'll stay anyway
building walls with payphone calls
that say I'm lost at sea
please do not turn the light on
for what you would see
it wouldn't be me
Nothing you will find
when the wind burns by your face
walking in the tall grass
taking life advice from snakes
monkey on your shoulder
but in time you'll change your ways
but ain't it hard to stay dry
when every cloud
is crying rain
Nothing you will find
when you hold tight
your every fear
dancing with a demon
chasing shadows
far and near
painting over every mirror
with a fresh coat of black
there's nothing you will ever find
oh when you see
yourself like that
Forgive yourself forgive
or there will be nothing
you will find
no chance for fields and meadows
where love grows on the vine
blind to the moon
deaf to crooning
choirs of the field cricket
no hope for feeling hopeful
you're gonna be done
before you begin
no hope for feeling hopeful
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Low
05:13
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Speak not another word
to this tired pretender
smiling just to sell the lie
my hard heart is tender
I sleep in Marie's hotel
her door always revolving
we don't love like that
but she caught me
when I was falling
Window drapes
satin lace
cigarettes and coffee stains
I don't feel too good today
Chicago, lay me low
Fell into the doorway
like a sullen rain-soaked scarecrow
and welcomed in the morning
with a broken de-tuned banjo
Marie got mad
and broke her step mother's
pretty china
every jagged plate of porcelain
shined a light
to blind her
I don't care
I'm glad it's done
we got hurt and had some fun
funny I can't name a one
Chicago, lay me low
Where do all the dreamers go
when they're too tired for sleep
castles in the clouds
raining down fire
on the streets
tell the truth you wicked liar
every bridge on fire
and now the flames are licking
your front door
for the funeral pyre
what's my name
I don't know
hidden in Marie's pea-coat
a letter that I never wrote
Chicago, lay me low
Made an angel in the snow
all it done was make me cold
for a fortune paid in fool's gold
I sold my soul
I don't care anymore
lay me low
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5. |
Staying Behind
03:36
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Who holds the voodoo doll
sticking in the pins
who holds the knife up to my throat
when I'm sleeping
Oh my god, it can't be me
the monster 'neath the bed
everyone I know is further ahead
A storm in my teacup
and spider in my sink
a line so serpentine
through everything I think
Stand tall on quicksand
and sound your battle cry
everyone I know is further ahead
and I'm staying behind
Oh, Mona Lisa
with her grin frozen
frowns at last
when the sky turns black
And now the past that will be today
tomorrow will begin
you'll walk along the golden road
against the wind
and I will stay
and tend to all
forgotten bits of time
everyone I know is further ahead
and I'm staying behind
Oh slower than a Sunday sky
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6. |
No Difference
05:25
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If I die
I mean when I do
it might be a sky of blue
it might be gray
or twilight, too
either way
It won't make a difference
If you leave
I mean when you do
every link of chain breaks
when it's meant to
no-one told you my screws
might be loose
either way
it won't make a difference
If you break
through the windows
of my eyes
you'll find a man forgotten
where he tends to hide
I'm not what I want
but what I try
to believe
that nothing makes a difference
So go away
I don't care that flowers bloom
I don't care that it's Sunday
in the afternoon
I'm in my head
I'm in my dark bedroom
trying to find the fix
for feeling different
'Cause I often go
walking in the junkyard picking
broken glass
wishbone chicken
every car I crashed
piled in a heap
with every soulless shoe
worn out when the ghost pursued
some of the those busted wrecks are old
some feel brand-new
Now I wear
the mask you made for me
I can't recall what my face
looked like underneath
but told me to hide what's ugly
so I did
but it won't make a difference
And I bit my tongue
until my teeth drew blood
I never cried for mercy
when you gave away your love
I just stopped eating or sleeping enough
until it seemed that nothing made a difference
walking in the junkyard picking
broken glass
wishbone chicken
every car I crashed
piled in a heap
with every soulless shoe
worn out when the ghost pursued
and sung in trembled shattered
shades of blue
beneath a blood-red moon
made my bed and laid down, too
and dreamt a dream
of feeling something new
I float down avenues
with a bad attitude
and some of those busted wrecks are old
some feel brand-new
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