1. |
garden
02:55
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draw the curtains in the hallway
master's finally asleep
crying fits and mass hysterics
while his father is away
in the hidden country of your heart
a wild moor does extend
find the pattern in the cobbled wall
pull the handle on the iron door
pull the handle on the iron door
little red sparrow in the garden
the keeper says that he's a friend
lift the wheelchair out the window
spring has finally come again
in the hidden country of your heart
a wild moor does extend
find the pattern in the cobbled wall
pull the handle on the iron door
pull the handle on the iron door
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2. |
in the woods
02:40
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running through the woods, i forgot my coat
though the wind is blowing, i'm not cold
and in my nights i see your face
and in my dreams it's all the same
so I took my car and i drove it north
where the mountains part, till it's far enough
when you paint me in, can you paint me in
the colors of the night
stripping off my clothes, jumping in the icy water
where there is only dark below
and in my nights i see your face
and in my dreams it's all the same
when you paint me in, can you paint me in
the colors of the night
out in the woods i left myself
out in the woods
out in the woods i left myself
out in the woods
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3. |
truth or dare
00:34
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. . .sugar cubes and black cat laughing on a cool weather night,
afraid of who you are,
terrified of trading scars,
memories in hand,
open your fist and hold my hand. . .
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4. |
annabelle
02:34
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annabelle buried in the sheets of her bed
thinking of the words she said
and how you were better off dead
who really gives a damn about
another song you wrote about
the girl who broke your heart in two
take a walk and try to clear your head
as if oxygen were lead
anyway, she will never know
how much you gave up your hope
make a fist - shake it at the sky
who really gives a damn about
another song you wrote about
the girl who broke your heart in two
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5. |
tinfoil
01:10
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. . .i think about it all the time,
the night the walls caught on fire,
and i ran down to the river,
the morning full of coffee beans,
of lavender and birds that sing,
songs of heaven and disgrace. . .
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6. |
steamboat
02:44
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on a steamboat from new orleans
in a dream i had last night
pretty girl stands by the railing
didn't catch her name at the time
to saint louis we are going
on a map her fingers trace the line
but she's a real slippery character
disappears into the light
it's a long way up
past vicksburg in the night
it's a long way up
and you're not in your right mind
try to find her in the ballroom
crowd of faces pass me by
see the Captain drinking plum wine
see the bar-man pour him another
grabs my arm and pulls me over
says, "Hey son, ain't this the life?"
it's a long way up
past vicksburg in the night
it's a long way up
and i'm not in my right mind
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7. |
hornet
02:44
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i don’t regret a single thing
not the guiltiest pleasure or the hornet’s sting
or the dream that i’m standing on the opposite shore
asking the question, did i know who you were?
summer’s bright stars
winter’s wood smoke
I’ll drive my car along the river
lost my place in a book on tape
am i drifting into dreams of you,
is it too late to forget your face?
quoting from books my friends stand there and wait
for me to admit that i made a mistake
but the truth is that i am entirely unsure
i can’t say that i’m sorry can’t say what i’ve learned
summer’s bright stars
winter’s wood smoke
I’ll drive my car along the river
lost my place in a book on tape
am i drifting into dreams of you,
is it too late to forget your face?
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8. |
diner
01:54
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. . .before the crazy summer nights,
beside new jersey route thirty-one,
there was a diner,
lit up against the darkening sky,
so i lit a joint,
watched the smoke rise over the hills,
as the rush hour traffic flowed north,
where the county line is,
that’s where my mind still is,
as the night comes on again and again. . .
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9. |
montana
04:23
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you are flying through the sky
twinkling stars are all aligned
thinking of you, thinking of me
looking down at the badland plains
clinking ice in your glass contains
every tear you shed has frozen now
i don’t want a love just to roll me over
i don’t want a love just to roll me over
i don’t want a love just to roll me over
ever since you left i’ve been stone cold sober
ever since you left i’ve been stone cold sober
ever since you left i’ve been stone cold sober
driving fast, pushing eight-five
out alone in the montana night
faded headlights bending towards the moon
help me forget, morning came too soon
i don’t want a love just to roll me over
i don’t want a love just to roll me over
i don’t want a love just to roll me over
ever since you left i’ve been stone cold sober
ever since you left i’ve been stone cold sober
ever since you left i’ve been stone cold sober
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. . .the moon’s the one who’s drinking,
you know that it’s not me,
sometimes i can see it,
the light behind the trees,
some faces don’t leave you,
some people won’t believe you,
well honey i believe you, believe me,
the sun’s the one who’s sleeping,
get off your lazy feet,
sometimes i can’t make it,
can’t even hardly speak,
some faces don’t leave you,
some people won’t believe you,
well honey i believe you, believe me. . .
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jacob tremont New York, New York
last page of your notebook.
Hoboken, NJ.
Mint 400 Records
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