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Think About It
03:33
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Think About It
i think about it..
everyday..
a prayer flag eaten by the wind
a photograph that never ends
think about love
shoes on powerlines
think about love...
colours made from colours
the words i think i can
a child running down the street
the temple on the hill
think about love
fusion
borders
confusion
bullets
and the face you never see
think about love
the spirit of a butterfly
old souls
the sale of bones
i think about thinking about thinking and i try not to think about it like that too much
think about love
alchemy
doubt
fusion
love
balance
bullets
a child running down the street
think about love
looking at yourself in a different way
think about love
think about that
old souls
the sale of bones
balance
all alone
bullets
alchemy
looking at yourself in a different way
reason
doubt
fusion
beat
love
a child running down the street
does it matter
looking at yourself in a different way
not better not worse
not better not worse
not better
not worse
think about love
by Birkett Hall (moscowfish)
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Diamondcutter
04:36
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Diamoncutter
Check out that off-white suit
he's got $1200 boots
he's got a platinum lighter
smokes a blue cheroot
he's a diamondcutter
or something like that
i'm not sure..
He takes long trips and comes back quick
he don't leave no trail 'cause he's way too slick
he's got the whole world at his finger tips
he's a diamondcutter
or something like that
i'm not sure..
He's got 6 chicks at his heels
he's got 5 different sets of wheels
he drinks Veuve Cliquot with every meal
he's a diamondcutter
or something like that
i'm not sure
i don't know..
by Birkett Hall (moscowfish)
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On Away
04:32
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On Away
Now I'm walking around in the green
and I feel so small
pressed down by a giant sky I feel the weight of it all
then I watch big yellow machines tearing scars in the soil
but a man needs his paper and a man needs his oil
Wanna take it on on away - take it on on away
Wanna take it on on away - take it on on away
Now I'm walking along on the beach
and I feel so bad
I hear a fisherman tears in his eyes say goodbye to the life that he had
I watch a seabird trying to fly but her wings are all sticky and black
Big Money took her sky away and she's never gonna get it back
Now the spectre of progress casts a long shadow over the land
now the litter of luxury is laying washed up on the sand
now the lemmings all run to the sea but they find that the water is gone
another liquid has taken it's place and the waves roll on and on and on and on
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720 Day
04:34
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720 Day
No patience
for complications
that go nowhere
I watch the sand
squeeze through the waist
of the glass coat
top is future
bottom past
now
is the sand falling
take a day - take a week - take a year
to see clearly
take less and be more than what gets you through
day by day by day by day..
what is the sound
of all that you know
and how far from yourself are you willing to go
to hear
...
take a day - take a week - take a year
to see clearly
take less and be more than what gets you through
take less and be more than what gets you through
day by day by day by day..
Written by Birkett Hall (moscowfish)
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Buffalo Bones
04:11
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Buffalo Bones
just as far as you can see
all around you and all around me
6 whole days the crow would fly
where my people lived and died
6 fine lanes of blacktop road
down below the buffalo bones
down below the buffalo bones..
now i'm so old that i can't cry
and i have watched great grandfather die
he heard words that had no soul
told to do what he was told
down below the buffalo bones
down below the buffalo bones..
that man came from far away
that man came and he never went away
down below the buffalo bones
down below the buffalo bones..
Written by Birkett Hall (moscowfish)
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Car Radio
03:59
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Car Radio
I don't wanna dozen Cadillac cars or a star on a Hollywood sidewalk
I don't wanna catch a bullet outside my door
I don't wanna play in football stadiums, I don't need 100 guitars
I don't have to sleep with every blond in America
i just wanna hear my song on the car radio
I don't want my day on court tv found guilty by allegations
I don't need to know who I'm in bed with now
I don't wanna see my stubbly face on a supermarket tabloid
paparazzi all hangin' outside my door
I just wanna hear my song on the car radio
I don't wanna change the way you think and I'm never gonna change my tune
I always sing with my eyes closed anyway
I don't wanna change the way you think and I'm never gonna change my tune
I might a sung it a little bit different yesterday
I just wanna hear my song on the car radio
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Glycerin Tears
04:18
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Glycerin Tears
You don't have to ask me how i am
one look at my face and you see
I've been running in one place for to long
ain't nothing much left that means that much to me
I wanna be
like that woman on the TV
I wanna cry glycerin Tears
'stead of real .. living where nothing's real
I can't get ahead and lord knows I try
I'm saving my dollars
saving for nothing
and in my dreams I'm living on
channel 3
in the lap of full time luxury
I wanna be
like that woman on the TV
I wanna cry glycerin Tears
'stead of real .. living where nothing's real
by Birkett Hall (moscowfish)
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8. |
Jackson
06:44
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Jackson
Driving down jackson.. i shed my skin
driving down jackson.. to see the shape i'm in
driving down jackson.. i missed my turn
driving down jackson.. i missed my destination
it's a good thing to be
driving down jackson..
see a man on a red tractor
and a black raven flying low in front of me
driving down jackson.. flame red grapes a sign where i should go
driving down jackson.. ends at the end that's all i know
driving down jackson.. horses and grass and yellowing leaves
driving down jackson.. light the colour of citrine
all this ever repeating what might have been
if only
but in between
only the lonely shall see
if you change the channel to another screen..
driving down jackson.. gates open in the wind
driving down jackson.. when will you let me in
driving down jackson.. i drive right up your street
driving down jackson.. but we will never meet
where you gonna go
where you gonna go when you're naked to the bone..
driving down jackson..
Written by Cathy Thom
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100 Man Crew
04:50
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100 Man Crew
Don't wanna work no more
sweatin' since the break of day
I can't swing this hammer no more
sweatin' since the break of day
too many miles of track to lay
Just one of this 100 man crew
all dreamers and sinners
Just one of this 100 man crew
all dreamers and sinners
well there's plenty a train
gonna pass here someday
maybe my grandson will ride it
out to the promised land
maybe my great grandson will ride it
out to the promised land
Just one of this 100 man crew
all dreamers and sinners
Just one of this 100 man crew
all dreamers and sinners
feed me that red rail boy
line 'em we'll smack 'em down
Written by Daniel Ross
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The Ballad of Hollis Brown
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin broken down
Where you looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
Is there anyone who knows?
Is there anyone who cares?
So you prayed to the Lord above
Please send you a friend
Yes you prayed to the Lord above
Please send you a friend
But your empty pockets tell you
That you ain't got no friends
Your babies are cryin' louder now
It's poundin' in your brain
Your babies are cryin' louder now
It's poundin' in your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain
Your grass is turnin' black
There's no water in your well
Your grass is turnin' black
There's no water in your well
You spent your last dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin' now
Your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin' now
Your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand
There's seven breezes blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes blowin'
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's poundin' roar
There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a south Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
Seven new people are born
The Nina Simone version of Ballad Of Hollis Brown Lyrics
Written by Bob Dylan
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