1. |
Harvest Song
03:14
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I know that I must go
wherever the harvest grows
and a stiff wind blows through the afternoon
my love I'll be joining you soon
Send my pay back in a moneygram
when the days grow shorter I will leave this land
dirt under my fingernails won't yield
breaking my back in cabbage field
Day breaks like shit on a stick
I've been up all night and I'm getting sick
Cholera and my baby cry
mother laid her head in a bed and died
I know that I must go
wherever the harvest grows
and a stiff wind blows through the afternoon
my love I'll be joining you soon
Clamato and a beer
help me forget
all the suffering there is ahead,
Oaxaca and my bride
wait in red,
I hope to get to her
before I end up dead.
I know that I must go
wherever the harvest grows
and a stiff wind blows through the afternoon
my love I'll be joining you soon
And she got a brand new
used dressed,
And he got some cowboy boots,
but when he came back
she had left.
I know that I must go
wherever the harvest grows
and a stiff wind blows through the afternoon
my love I'll be joining you soon
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2. |
Dear Julia
03:13
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the fruit of sleep grows heavy on the vine
i cannot find a place to lay my head
dear clouds, i'm writing you a song
bring green fields and a bride from avalon
to your knees, to your knees
all your lover's please
they have brought you to your knees
crooked child bent in play
wastes away at the foreclosure of each day
hyenas are barking in the park
the bitter lemon sun retreats into the dark
to your knees, to your knees
all your lover's please
they have brought you to your knees
dear Julia
in a lake of ash and bone
dear Julia
when i cut my arms i hold you
when i cut my arms i hold you
i will cut my arms to hold you
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3. |
Electric Novacaine
03:44
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Well, you're going out swinging
baby, tonight you got our your knives
and you dug them right into my thigh
and begged me to come,
just like I was the only one.
What you mean to me
and what I am to you is relative to your point of view
the static and the lightspeed creature
moving to fast
to make an earth-bound pass,
so I touched down on your arm,
I never meant to do you any harm.
You are electric novocaine
you're always trying to numb your own pain.
You blazed green,
a lonely comet in my darkened sky for a while,
and I was for you
a brief planet to collide with, for some time
and don't ask why.
You are electric novocaine,
you're always trying to numb your own pain.
Go on baby let go,
you can box at your own shadow,
I'm not gonna stick around tonight,
for the fight.
You are electric novocaine
you're always trying to numb your own pain.
You know too much, too soon,
so you float away on your abstract balloons.
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4. |
Just So You Know
03:12
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I give you all that I have
raise your fingers, I'm your monkey on a string.
I sing a little song, a tragic dance,
give me a chance to rearrange the notes
before you go,
Just so know,
a few more choice words to say,
hang them on a line,
you can save them for a rainy day.
Baby use me, spit it in my face
'cause I want to be used,
I want to feel disgraced,
so I can forget the pain
of you leaving this place.
Get out your knives
and carve your name into my arm
and tell me baby,
I never meant to do you any arm.
New Year's comes a flood
of beer and cigarettes,
I'm still trying to rearrange the notes
before you go,
just so you know.
Baby use me, spit it in my face
'cause I want to be used,
I want to feel disgraced,
so I can forget the pain
of you leaving this place.
Baby use me, well don't look in my face
'cause I want to feel used
I want to be disgraced,
so I can forget the pain
of you leaving this place.
Baby use me, well don't look in my face
'cause I want to be used
I want to feel disgrace,
so I can forget the fact
that I'm leaving this place
Just so you know...
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5. |
Carlene
07:03
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It's 7,000 years to the hole in your heart
and 7,000 leagues to your sea,
drop me a line when your sinking in wine
and the sound of your cigarette's plea,
the misty tree tops of Swansea
caress and placate me,
you never required any maintenance,
well you never had hope or countenance.
Two red cars and two silver,
stroked by the rain that kiss my cheek,
I've been rambling about you
for seventeen weeks
still I can't come to grips
with the slips of my tongue,
Oh Carlene,
you're the queen of impossible means,
you're inescapable and everywhere I go,
I see the rose of your eye must die away.
Well you've been to Prague
and you've savored in Italy,
you say there's nothing better than to be,
in the well of his arms,
in the sling of his charms,
when he takes you away from your dental drabbery.
Welsh licks off your tongue,
you lash me with each long whip of your eyes,
longing to escape from your office imprisonment,
hoping for a world of color and sentiment.
It's 7,000 years to the hole in your heart,
your plotting your life on astrology charts,
deep in your breast,
under your coat,
I cruise my boat through your artery moat,
till I find the place where you'll succumb,
the place of ecstasy
the peach and the plumb ripen hastily on a hollow tree,
tell me my love, when will we be free?
Oh Carlene,
you're the queen of impossible means,
you're inescapable and everywhere I go,
I see the rose of your eye must die away.
You're the apple of my eye in this garden of Eden,
cursed for eternity for loving and bleeding,
I saved the sheets with your virgin's blood,
a memento, a keepsake, from the greatest of floods.
Now tears tickle the bedroom floor,
and the jester moon laughs and cries out for more,
give us more of this show you fool,
give us more.
And your arrogance fades
and the tirade is worn,
you parade your conquests on a bed of thorns,
we stammer and struggle to be released
and the crowd just chains us in laughter.
Please, please, oh Carlene,
release me from your muscatel dream,
the stream of your love is drowning me,
tell me my love, when will we be free?
Oh Carlene,
you're the queen of impossible means,
you're inescapable and everywhere I go,
I see the rose of your eye must die away.
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