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Whatâs with you?
You say as you fiddle with the radio
Nodding your head along with the tune
Smack your hand
Donât touch anything in here
Donât touch anything of mine
Goddammit why did you call?
Goddammit why did I come?
And why did I let you get in?
Letâs not fight
I havenât seen you since that night
We danced until dawn
Letâs not talk
I say as I fiddle with the radio
Weâve got a long way to go
Goddammit that night was good
Goddammit how I wish I could
Forget that you and I ever were
Here we are
I hope you find what youâre looking for
I wonât be around anymore
So cheers, so long, and good luck.
Goddammit what a shitty goodbye.
Goddammit why canât I cry?
Itâs been real, but was any of it true?
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2. |
Wedding Song
03:19
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June in California
Some time ago
I hitched a ride with you
To see where we could go
When we pulled over to kiss
You said, âI canât do thisâ
As you bit my ear
My fire was lit
But you had to split
And I didnât sleep for a year
Four walls donât make a home
Three chords ainât a song
Well we were not quite right
But we were not all wrong...
July in Alabama
Some time after that
I hitched another ride with you
To see where we were at
When we pulled over to kiss
I said âI canât do thisâ
And jumped from your car
Our fire had died
And my lips were dry
So I walked to the nearest bar.
May in the mountains
Not long from today
Iâll stand with someone else
And give my heart away
With a kiss, some rice
And champagne on ice
My life starts anew
Weâve both moved on
So I wrote this song
As my goodbye to you
Four walls donât make a home
Three chords ainât a song
Well we were not quite right
But we were not all wrong...
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No
05:28
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Whoâs that talking from the ice
Asking questions of me?
Whoâs that hiding in the dark
Who wonât let me see?
Who are you to ask me my name
You with your big secret?
If you wonât even play your own game,
You can keep it.
Ask me once,
Ask my twice,
Ask me mean,
Ask me nice,
The answerâs no.
The answerâs no.
What do you have to lose here?
I wonât be your gain.
Do you think the prize
Will be yours in the end?
The lionâs share is yours
And I am the lamb
Youâre the sun and moon and stars,
And I just am
Ask me once,
Ask my twice,
Ask me mean,
Ask me nice,
The answerâs no.
The answerâs no.
Pinned my hip, held my lip
Stripped away my pride
What do you call this now:
War or sacrifice?
You say youâve got the higher ground
You say this is love
But I donât trust the blessings or the claims
Bestowed from above
Ask me once,
Ask my twice,
Ask me mean,
Ask me nice,
The answerâs no.
The answerâs no.
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4. |
Cumberland
04:55
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Pelicans flew over as we swam
Wings wide as the sky
You told me you had plans
For you and me to fly
Sea warm as my blood
Air salty as my sweat
Smart enough to double up
But dumb enough to take the bet
Rain falling as we walked
Flies nipping at our heels
I told you the sting and the wet
Are how you know itâs real.
You were going to be famous
I was gunning for saint
But just one night on Cumberland
Showed me what I ainât
Cumberland I come to you
Cumblerland I come to you
Cumberland I come to you
To trade my foolâs gold for true
Late that night under the stars
You asked me for the key
I asked you, âWhat do you mean?
It never was with meâ
All my life I wondered what I was
To you or anyone but me
But I found what I was looking for
Where the swamp meets the sea
Cumberland I come to you
Cumblerland I come to you
Cumberland I come to you
To trade my foolâs gold for true
Cumberland I come to you
Cumblerland I come to you
Cumberland I come to you
To trade my foolâs gold for true
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5. |
Down the Dream
04:54
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I stopped to lean
At the entrance to the highway
On the leg of an underpass
And it was there that George caught up with me
We drank his pint of freedom
Down the dream
I invest my soul in company
I bet the big exchange
First of all for love of thee and
Secon'all deranged
There ought to be somethin' to fall back on
Like a knife
Or a career
Oh heavy is the heart
That bears a started life
In the dying time of year
In the dying time of year
I left my pots and plans on the landlord's stove
Was drove down through the Texas heat
Threw my love out in the street
George is...and I'm...
But George could go for me
George is wonderin' if I might
Go for him
Go to Louisianna
Rockin' a banjo on my knee
After a man that said he'd go for me
George, I'm all gone down the dream
George, I'm all gone down the dream
George, I'm all gone down the dream.
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6. |
Bluebeard
05:02
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Dark room down the hall
Dark room down the hall
No key, nevermind
No key, nevermind
Burning coals in the hearth
Burning coals in the hearth
Left alone, nevermind
Left alone, nevermind
Whatâs that blue in your hair
Whatâs that blue in your hair
Did I see...nevermind
Did I see...nevermind
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7. |
Mercy's Free
03:59
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What is this that in my soul is rising?
Is it grace? Is it grace?
Which makes me keep for mercy crying,
Is it grace? Is it grace?
This work that's in my soul begun,
It makes me strive all sin to shun,
It plants my soul beneath the sun,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Great God of love, I can but wonder,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Though I've no price at all to tender,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
And when to Jordan's banks we come,
And cross the raging billow's foam,
We'll sing, when safely landed home,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
This truth through all our life shall cheer us
Mercyâs free! Mercyâs free!
And through the vale of death shall bear us,
Mercyâs free! Mercyâs free!
And when the vale of death Iâve passed
And lodged beyond the stormy blast
Iâll sing if endless ages last
Mercyâs free! Mercyâs free!
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8. |
Robin at Daybreak
01:02
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9. |
Where to Go
05:56
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I canât sleep without you
I donât dream at all
I just turn in circles
I canât let it go
I donât know what Iâm made for
I have lost that road
I would like to go home now
But I donât know where to go
She holds on so tightly
To the hand she knows
But her grip is slipping
Her age is starting to show
You told her what sheâs made for
You paved that road
You left your home behind you
You donât care where you go
She ran to the forest
There she stayed
Seven years later at breakfast
She recalled her name
I will travel by boat now
You donât get to steer
I will care for this river
Until she runs clear.
Truth is not her friend
Truth never set her free
Like the first taste of salt
A lie set her senses free
My ship is unmoored now
The sea is dark and deep
You canât catch up with me now
Here is where Iâll sleep
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10. |
There Is No Friend
03:25
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There is no friend quite like Death
To hold our feet to the ground
To press our face into the earth
To cast our gazes down.
She may not always be patient
She may not always be kind
But without her this life is a figment
A beautiful trick of the mind.
You who know little of vale or of shade
Who shun the light of the moon
Lay down your watches and lay down your weapons
Death is calling to you
Give her your weight, fall into her arms
Give her the salt of your tears
And she will give you strength of mountains
And an arc to all of your years.
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