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1. |
Soulsucker Blues
04:47
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Honey
come in here
cry no tears
change your mind
give me time
Honey
I can never relax
ready to crack
got your knife in my back
i'm falling down
bleeding out
Honey
come in here
cry no tears
change your mind
give me time
Honey
I can never relax
ready to crack
got your knife in my back
i'm falling down
bleeding out
please please please leave
Goddamn motherfuckin soulsuckers in my town again
Goddamn motherfuckin soulsuckers on my street again
Goddamn motherfuckin soulsuckers in my house again
Goddamn motherfuckin soulsuckers in my brain again
please please please
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2. |
In the Form Of
03:01
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In the form
in the form of
seven headed beasts
perched high in towers
suckin your blood
suckin your hours
In the form
in the form of
water creepin up
right to your door
hell of a storm
hell of a storm
In the form
in the form of
demonic gods / svengali gods
who hide like cowards
wizard of oz
wizard of oz
In the form
in the form of
people who believe
that they're actually free
deep in a dream
Capital D
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Frogs
03:03
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4. |
Alabama Song
03:17
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Oh, show us the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For we must find
The next whisky bar
For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Oh, show us the way
To the next pretty boy
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For we must find
The next pretty boy
For if we don't find
The next pretty boy
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
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5. |
Willy O' Winsbury
05:53
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The king has been a prisoner,
And a prisoner long in Spain,
And Willie of the Winsbury
Has lain long with his daughter at home.
"What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Janet,
That you look so pale and wan?
Oh, have you had any sore sickness
Or yet been sleeping with a man?"
"No, I have not had any sore sickness,
Nor yet been sleeping with a man.
But it is for you, my father dear,
For biding so long in Spain."
"Cast off, cast off your berry-brown gown,
And stand naked upon the stone,
That I may know you by your shape,
If you be a maiden or none."
And she's cast off her berry-brown gown
And stood naked upon the stone
Her apron was low and her haunches were round,
Her skin was pale and wan.
"Oh, was it with a lord or a duke or a knight,
Or a man of birth and fame,
Or was it with one of my serving men
Who's lately come out of Spain?"
"No, it wasn't with a lord or a duke or a knight,
Nor a man of birth and fame,
But it was with Willie of Winsbury,
I could bide no longer alone."
Now the king has called on his merry men all,
By thirty and by three,
Says, "Fetch me this Willie of Winsbury,
For hanged he shall be."
But when he came the king before,
He was clad all in the red silk.
His hair was like the golden strands,
His skin was as white as the milk.
And "It is no wonder," said the king,
"That my daughter's love you did win.
For if I were a woman, as I am a man,
My bedfellow you would have been."
"Oh will you marry my daughter Janet,
By the truth of your right hand?
Oh, will you marry my daughter Janet?
I'll make you the lord of my land."
"Oh yes, I will marry your daughter Janet.
By the truth of my right hand.
Why yes, I will marry your daughter Janet,
But I'll not be the lord of your land."
And he's mounted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey.
He has made her the lady of as much land
As she shall ride on a warm summer's day.
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6. |
Prisms of Knowing
03:43
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The mages of the moon
in bloom
send electricity
but you'll never leave
my haunted heart
tears are prisms
prisms of knowing
The blood flow to my brain
lemonade
equations of love
that you'll never solve
when darkness falls
What i meant to say
What i meant to say
Can you read my thoughts?
My beautiful friend
by God, let this never be
that out of jealousy
we cling to harm
Tears are prisms
prisms of knowing
Prisms are tears
tears are growing
and let me crush
the cruel
part of us
if i shimmer
a little like this
Tears
Are prisms of knowing
of knowing
of knowing
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7. |
Fog
02:04
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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8. |
Steamboat Joe
03:03
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Steamboat Joe
Steamboat Joe
Everybody knows
Steamboat Joe
Crawl inside his brain
As he drives through the pourin rain
Such a dreamer, a mighty fine leader
Sailin us down the river
He drives his boat with his eyes closed
Rooster done crowed, time to come back home
We clean up after the party
Sweep in, sweep out, weekend freakout
Steamboat Joe
Steamboat Joe
Everybody knows
Steamboat Joe
His right hand steers to the left bank
his left steers to the right
lookin to score, sneakin through the back door
of the Savings & Loan tonight
Sheriff moves mighty slow
but he's got the drop on Joe
then like 94 ounces of pure maple syrup
his blood oozin' on the floor
Steamboat Joe
Steamboat Joe
Everybody knows
Steamboat Joe
There's a billion suckers livin cross this land
and they're all invited to the big river jam
We clean up after the party
While we were out back, somebody's throat got slashed
Well skip to my lou, buddy was that you
He knows where to hide the body
Tide in, tide out, weekend freakout
Roll Tide Roll
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9. |
Healing in Progress
02:34
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“Yes I see you looking at my reflection.
That’s not your reflection, it’s mine.
Why are you crying?”
“Your daughter’s taxes took ages……
“It’s time to go back to work because a long time ago
we had given up water in favor of wallpaper -
seasonable, fashionable, and according to
our whim.”
“I like to say I see you, I hear you
And…..i wrangled that damn machine like a champion
I like to say
Crack open another brewskie buddy
…….
Healing in progress
Healing in progress I say
I am the inverted sun
and let me crush
and strike
the jealous, before I depart from here
My beautiful friend
by God, this never be:
that out of jealousy one scoffs at my harm
What I meant to say
Can you read my thoughts?
If I shimmer a little like this
Prisms
Tears
Are prisms of knowing
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10. |
Fungi
02:13
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11. |
Coming Age
07:12
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struck dumb by lady luck
feel like a million bucks
lost in the lust of life
I bled right into the night
dreams deeper than a well
so hard to break the spell
buried in the easter egg
gonna climb right outta my head
climb outta my outta my head
all shall pass
dancing thru the looking glass
lost can be found
as the wheel turns all around
sing for the comin' age
hear it come again
lovely spring
crimson flowers
in your hair
color of the wasted earth
nothing like surrender
everybody gonna take a ride
on the death ship valentine
beyond all certainty
social machinery's
buried in the garden bed
gonna climb right outta my head
climb outta my outta my head
all shall pass
dancing thru the looking glass
dreams in the air
crimson flowers in your hair
castles will fall
though our hard times are not done at all
lost can be found
as the wheel turns all around
sing for the comin' age
hear it come again
lovely spring
crimson flowers
in your hair
dreams deeper than a well
so hard to break the spell
buried in thee easter egg
gonna climb right outta my head
climb outta my outta my head
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