1. |
Feet Are Dirty
03:46
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Feet Are Dirty
Our feet are dirty
And the sheets are clean
We’re stuck in between boy
Yeah we’re stuck in between
The air is heavy
And your teeth are clean
Where have you been boy
Darlin where have you been
It’s time we burn the olive tree
It’s time we burned it
Again is in the air today
I think we’ve turned it
I wanna be free…
Our hands are dirty
And the dogwood’s green
I’m cutting ya clean boy
Yeah I’m cutting you clean
I wanna be free…
It’s time we burn the olive tree
It’s time we burned it
Ash is in the air today
I think we’ve earned it
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2. |
Married in My Mind
04:24
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Married in My Mind
Married in my mind ‘cause I wanna be
No one can take this fantasy
Married in my mind ‘cause it feels so good
I never thought that you’d say you could
Take my hand underneath the birch tree
You’d say you’d always belong to me
And be married in your mind ‘cause you wanna be
Married in my mind…
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3. |
I Went Down
03:42
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I Went Down
I went down to the river
Thinking that you were beside me
And I went out on the bayou
You stayed home by the sea
And eighteen years of rain
Don’t make a waterfall
Ayi I wanna go down…
I saw you bathing by the pool
The house behind you was on fire
Everyone around you is a fool
Fanning at the flames with their own torches
And you asked me to get it in
But you’re still treading water where there is none
Ayi I wanna go down…
You ate and drank and went to bed
I stayed behind to grab the paper
Every tired story is the same
A boy, a girl, a house, a dog, a child
And as I walk up the stairs
You’ll still be up drinking with the light on
Ayi I wanna go down…
To the center of the earth where the water spins ‘round forever
I am just as close to you as I could ever be
Buried sixteen thousand feet alive in core and magma
Still feel the cold clear streams of Tennessee
Ayi I wanna go down…
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4. |
Mule
03:01
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Mule
That mule is full of piss and sin and fire
Kicking out Saturdays like glass
I sit and watch the river rising
Kicking out soil and brush and grass
I’ve got crows up in my bedroom
There are sparrows in my tea
As I run away the cock calls
Three more times he answers me
Saying take me back down to the southland
Where minds are slow as feet are fast
We will know home when we find it
We will stay if the feeling lasts
I am not afraid of fighting
In some town that I don’t know
As long as that mule’s in my corner
As long as everybody knows
So take the cows back out to pasture
Throw them goats back in the sea
As I run away the cock calls
Three more times he answers me
Saying take me back down to the southland
Where we grow old but forget the past
We will know home when we find it
We will stay if the feeling lasts
Let the feeling last
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5. |
Constantly Dying
04:55
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Constantly Dying
Tears are like hiccups
They start and don’t stop
The world is always dying
So why are we still trying
To drink and keep drinking the last little drop
I’m sad for your pillows
I’m sad for your drawers
Constantly dying
Fool for the trying
Edging on losing
Afraid of the bruising
Fear is like hiccups
It starts and won’t stop
Losing all my teeth and
Losing you and even more sleep
I’m scared for the trees and I’m scared for their acorns
I’ll hide beneath my bed
And never see them grow at all
Constantly dying
Fool for the trying
Edging on losing
Afraid of the bruising
Stars are all dying
Red giants crying
Spinning in decay
Birthing a new day
We are we are
Pieces of star
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6. |
Standby
03:26
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Standby
Sitting on an airplane
Head against the windowpane
Trying to summon up your face
Get up to put my bag away
Make my way back again
Never seem to find my place
I am so sad
For all that we had
For leaving this behind
One foot stranded
One barely landed
When you fly standby
Kissing in the front seat
Tangled up in muddy feet
In someone else's parking space
I don't (can’t) even smell you
We don't even stand a chance
Already blowing second base
I am so tired
I never tried
Believing yes or no
Halfway endings
And halfway friends
And holding onto I don't know
If you ever let me go
If I ever really know
We could go so many ways
People always talk like this
Just another Sisyphus
Everything could be ok
I want you back
We both know that
Will always be that way
You're not here and I'm not there
And that's just where we stay
You're not here and I'm not there
And that's just where we
(when you fly standby)
That’s just where we
That’s just where we
That’s just where we stay
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7. |
No Yield Sign
03:01
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No Yield Sign
Oh my my
I think that all of time has died
The breeze will take me higher
And lighter
I’m not in the way
No yield sign
We pedal in and out drift lines
It shouldn’t be so easy
To fall
And feel ok
Doo doo doo…
Oh my god
Hit harder than a lightning rod
Oh my Lord
I think I’m gonna kiss that joy, boy I miss
Each mistake
More perfect than the laugh you make
Winks a little notion emotion
As freckles touch my hand
Doo doo doo…
Oh my god
Hit harder than a lightning rod
Oh my Lord
I think I’m gonna kiss that joy, boy I miss
Each mistake
More perfect than the laugh you make
Winks a little notion emotion
As freckles touch my hand
Your freckles touch my hand
Your freckles touch my hand
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8. |
Born in a Ditch
03:15
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Born in a Ditch
Baby I was born in a ditch
Chasing after something that I couldn’t itch
Swimming around in dirty water
Looking for the pieces that I couldn’t fix
Baby you were born long before
Rainy day in August on a kitchen floor
Emptying the bank
Filling half a tank
Giving just a little always taking more
Ooh (you run away)
I’m gonna keep a light on
Ooh (someday you’ll stay)
I’m gonna keep a light on
Fell for the drummer in a band
Rolling in the styrofoam
Biloxi sand
Some of the time I want you
Mostly though you’re running show with slight of hand
Ooh (you run away)
I’m gonna keep a light on
Ooh (someday you’ll stay)
I’m gonna keep a light on
Keep coming back to baby Gene
Shoes shined in the trumpet line of St. Augustine
I can’t even fault you
For all the ghosts that haunt you
You dance to keep from dying down in New Orleans
Ooh (you run away)
I’m gonna keep a light on
Ooh (someday you’ll stay)
I’m gonna keep a light on
You found the door
You found the door
You found it
Yeah
We’re swimming for
That open shore
Yeah we’re drowning
You found the door
You found the door
You found it
Yeah
You know the score
Of this tired war
Yeah we’re drowning
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9. |
White Lines
03:10
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White Lines
I see trouble disappear inside the fog and kissing rain
As we drive along the ranging of the plain
And you take my hand in yours
And say that we can weather storms
As long as we’re together along the way
White lines on this road we’re on heading south
Back into back into my baby’s arms
The crow flies overhead and field
And he whispers hallelujah in my hand
We can light the fires of yesterday
Following the smoke to guide our way
And we can circle back and forth
I know we’ll meet again
The trouble that has kept us down before
We’ll pull our boots above our waist
And stare into each others’ face
As the flood bubbles up and past our head
We’ll drown in each others’ arms
As we sink below the surface of our fate
And we’ll wash off the dirt and pain
So that we can come home clean and start again
White lines on this road we’re on heading south
Back into back into my baby’s arms
The crow flies overhead and field
And he whispers hallelujah in my hand
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10. |
Burn the Boxes
03:37
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Burn the Boxes
I don’t wanna be your factory outlet
I don’t wanna drink your watery beer
I will go with you to Florida
But your mother’s staying here
Let’s get drunk at the Orlando airport
I’ll play your game but it’s my deal
You can stand to watch the sunset
But I’m gonna kneel
Who am I, who am I, who am I to say I’m wrong
Who am I, who am I, who am I to cut you down
All I know is that the answer is much bigger found
Burn the boxes, burn the boxes burn the boxes, burn ‘em down
Burn the boxes, burn the boxes burn the boxes, let ‘em drown
It’s time to join a band of outlaws
Four-wheel drive across this swampy town
When we go let's stick together
We’ll burn the beaches down
Who am I, who am I, who am I to say I’m wrong
Who am I, who am I, who am I to cut you down
All I know is that the answer is much bigger found
Burn the boxes, burn the boxes burn the boxes, burn ‘em down
Burn the boxes, burn the boxes burn the boxes, let ‘em drown
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11. |
Potholes
03:41
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Potholes
I looked up and I saw you waving
You were giving blood for some hurricane
I remember when you dropped your hoodie
We were running redlights to escape the day
Growing old is just like coffee
It stains the carpet and my teeth
I won’t be sad when I wake tomorrow
And see you took my favorite mug
And here we are Thursdays
Dropping our masks off
Looking for potholes to swim inside
Maybe we’ve gone far enough
Maybe it’s time to say goodbye
I looked up and down the hallway
You were stumbling home from an empty room
I took the car keys from the table
Packed the guitar and the broom
Cause you were running, and I was running
It just so happened we’d gone the same way
Cause that cup’s gonna break again
And this time it’ll stay that way
And here we are Thursday
Dropping our masks off
Looking for potholes to swim inside
Maybe we’ve gone far enough
Maybe it’s time to say goodbye
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