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I'm Afraid
03:57
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I'm Afraid
From the clock ticking in the kitchen
To the buzz of a vibrating phone
From yesterday's implication
To tomorrow and the great unknown
I'm afraid
Something might go wrong
I'm afraid
Something might go wrong
I’m not sure I know what the stakes are
I can’t help but feeling I’m wrong
I loved you the first time I met you
I’ve been waiting so long
I’m afraid
Something might go wrong
I'm afraid
Something might go wrong
Will I live up
Will I give up
Am I in love with my guitar
I'm wondering where did the time go
I'm wondering where you are
I'm afraid
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Lying in the Middle of the Road
Shutting down the nickel bar
Down the last Lonestar
Floating out the front door
High like I’ve never been before
My baby did a bad thing
I really felt the sting
But it’s okay because
Now I can’t remember what it was
Lying in the middle of the road
Bought a bottle from a trucker
Paid with some happy pills
Not sure where I’m going
But my boots seem to know the way
Tripping on a sandbox
Dog starts barking at me
Lights start turning on
Baby starts chasing me away
Lying in the middle of the road
Can’t do nothing right
I can’t go to bed tonight
So tired of falling down
So tired of waking up
Maybe she’ll take me back
Everything is going black
When’s my angel gonna
Come and pick me up
Lying in the middle of the road
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3. |
Rope Ladder
04:48
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Rope Ladder
It’s late in the day
The bugs are lifting away from the drowsy river
Into the darkening blue
I’m wondering why
The moon is winking a thin little golden sliver
And I’m down here looking for you
Unroll the rope ladder
I want to sit next to you
Let’s watch the stars scatter
Like we used to
The horses got out again
And they’re two streets over
Grazing in the garden of Gordon Hughes
I wonder why we even try to keep those crazy horses
In the suburbs
The sun’s going down
And all around town the sprinklers are hissing and clicking
And folks are all out on the porch
I’m wondering why
I don’t see a single star in the cloudless sky
I’m trying to look past my torch
Unroll the rope ladder
I want to sit next to you
Let’s watch the stars scatter
Like we used to
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4. |
Cracks
03:34
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Cracks
Some dust is blowing all down my street
Brown field is bending in the summer heat
Let’s stop pretending
This is never ending
I’m a trumpet and the walls are coming down
Out back the creek’s been reduced to cracks
Mossy straw and coyote tracks
You fire the bricks
In your empty eyes
I’m a trumpet and the walls are coming down
A stand of jack pine
A cloud of sunshine
You fire the bricks
In your empty eyes
I’m a trumpet and the walls are coming down
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5. |
The Western Door
04:22
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The Western Door
Can you turn down the forest sounds
I’ve been in love too many times
The birds and the squirrels
Chasing each other around
The wind in the maple trees
The river
Walk through the western door with me
I made my bed on a needle pile
And hung my food up twenty feet
The water that cuts through the broken shale
Ain’t doing anybody no good
The river
Walk through the western door with me
There are no stars
And there’s no light from the moon
I’m totally sealed
In my high-tech cocoon
The wind is everywhere
It’s moving from tree to tree
It seems to be searching for me?
Is anyone searching?
Is anyone searching?
So I strike my tent and bury the fire
And try to leave the smallest trace
I mark my spot with a pile of rocks
I walk with a broken stick
The river
Walk through the western door with me
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6. |
The Yacht
03:22
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The Yacht
We’ve had good times and we’ve had bad
And we have no one to thank but Dad
Sail the yacht over the horizon
And set it on fire
He made a fortune the old fashioned way
Out of chicken wire and paper mache
Sail the yacht over the horizon
And set it on fire
I spend my time at the local arcade
Smoking atom bombs and drinking lemonade
Sail the yacht over the horizon
And set it on fire
We had everything you and I
Now everything’s gone and I don’t know why
Sail the yacht over the horizon
And set it on fire
The big banks are closing their ranks
The feds want a sit down as soon as we can
Daddy always knew how to send ‘em away
And I think I want to move to Hollywood
Or maybe just start a band
The future is just a cigarette flick away
No one knows how they’re going to be born
The prettier the rose, the shittier the thorn
Sail the yacht over the horizon
And set it on fire
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7. |
The Way Back
04:54
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The Way Back
Headlights streaking through the darkness
In the way back of a station wagon
Stars all looking down and they’re pitiless
Headlights streaking through the darkness
I close my eyes and see myself skiing
Cause all day and night that’s what I’ve been doing
Too young to be saying any goodbyes
I close my eyes and see myself skiing
The tires and the road have a meeting
They’re saying that I’m better off sleeping
They see what the stars are reflecting
I drift off to the sound of their murmuring
Headlights streaking through the darkness
In the way back of a station wagon
The sky’s clear and the stars are pressing down
The tires and the road make a sleepy sound
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8. |
Desire
04:06
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Desire
Desire, she runs so fast
I touch her but it’ll never last
If I can get my hooks in her
I’ll talk her into settling down
Or maybe I need to let it go
Go easy and take it slow
Trouble is I want her so bad
Don’t mind if I do I’m going to grab it
I’m trying to catch my breath
But not to catch my death
And if it’s what I want
I’ll keep pressing on
Never going to give up
Until I have everything I want
I met her when I was just a kid
She smiled, I ran away and hid
Sometimes I remember that day
And I think was this some kind of mistake
I’m older, I’m not a kid anymore
I told her, we need to settle the score
She stopped gave me another smile saying
You’ll won’t talk me into settling down
I’m trying to catch my breath
But not to catch my death
And if it’s what I want
I’ll keep pressing on
Never going to give up
Until I have everything I want
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9. |
The Uptake
04:08
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The Uptake
I don’t know but I’ve been told
I wish I’d been there to see it
The truth rings the things everyone seems to know
But that don’t happen to me
I’ve never been to quick to pick something up
My cup has run over for learning
But one thing I know and never will forget
You set my heart ‘a burning
I went down to the corner store
And bumped into Billy
Well he went and taught me
Something new
I guess I was the last one
To know once again
Still I don’t believe
That it’s true
Do you want to know how a man like me goes about
getting something to stick there in his mind
To learn how to learn listen to me now
And you do what I do in kind
Make one mistake and then you’ll awake
And everything around you will be different
The floorboards will be creaking the sink will have a leak
And her perfume will be fading away
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Coyote
05:06
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Coyote
Open up your bloodshot eyes Coyote
The fire is getting low in the sky. Can you see?
You wasted every hour of your day
And here you are wasting away
Consumed by the King’s Evil
Attended by the devil. You better pray.
Do you want to drink my blood? Is that your game?
Did you go down in the flood to rise again?
Your hand feels as cold as the grave
Where William De Lion does lay.
It’s true you got your hat back but you
Lost it again and now you better pray.
You’ve come to finally face your fear Coyote.
And no one’s going to shed a tear Stagger Lee.
If only you could shift your shape
But the devil won’t let you escape
It’s done the ink is long dry
your soul is his and so I guess there’s no use in praying
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11. |
Blackbeard
05:10
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Blackbeard
The jolly roger proudly flying on
Queen Anne’s Revenge with forty guns
Adventure and The Ranger following
Three brace of pistols a mug of rum
We’re surely keener and surely madder than
Woodes Rogers’ men ‘o war
We’ve outrun ‘em time and time again
And still we shall forever more
Yo-ho, ho! Yo ho-ho!
Point the prow at New Providence
We’ll make that Island roll like the ocean
With our sweet Madiera wine
Yo-ho, ho! Yo ho-ho!
Davie Jones is an old friend of mine
Tip up your mug and drain it heartily
Queen Anne’s Revenge will have her way
When I command you‘re gonna follow me
We’re taking over Charleston Bay
From now on you call me Commodore
Cause my flotilla is very large
We’ve got a good fifty guns or more
And now we make our bloody charge
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12. |
Political Junkies
05:33
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Political Junkies
Sometimes at the end of a long day
I just want to lose my mind
I sit down and stare at the TV
Only thing I can find
Political junkies
Political only thing I can find
They’re there as I wait for the doctor
They’re there as I wait for the plane
They’re there and they’re multiplying
Always going insane
Political Junkies
Political anything I can find
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