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| 1. |
| 5:40 | 
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| 2. |
| 6:03 | 
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One more man gone
One more man gone One more man is gone The good son walks into the field He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands But down in his heart now He lays down his queer plans Against his brother and against his family Yet he worships his brother And he worships his mother But it's his father, he says, is an unfair man The good son The good son The good son The good son has sat and often wept Beneath a malign star by which he's kept And the night-time in which he's wrapped Speaks of good and speaks of evil And he calls to his mother And he calls to his father But they are deaf in the shadows Of his brother's truancy The good son The good son The good son The good son And he curses his mother And he curses his father And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing The good son The good son The good son One more man gone One more man gone One more man One more man gone One more man gone One more man One more man gone One more man gone One more man (Repeat) |
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| 3. |
| 4:40 |
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| 4. |
| 4:25 |
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Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping? They are weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping back at them This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long Father, why are all the children weeping? They are merely crying son O, are they merely crying, father? Yes, true weeping is yet to come This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long O father tell me, are you weeping? Your face seems wet to touch O then I'm so sorry, father I never thought I hurt you so much This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While we rock ourselves to sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long |
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| 5. |
| 5:14 |
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Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around We talk about it all night long We define our moral ground But when I crawl into your arms Everything comes tumbling down Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Your face has fallen sad now For you know the time is nigh When I must remove your wings And you, you must try to fly Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around |
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| 6. |
| 4:17 |
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(A. Harvey)
Oh please don't send me out Said the man with the hammer, hammering the anvil I been walking on a road of rocks And I keep on hammering, keep on hammering, keep on hammering, Hammering the anvil Don't let the sun go down Said the man with the fire, firing the furnace I been buried in the snow And I keep on firing, keep on firing, keep on firing, Firing the furnace Oh don't talk to me Said the man with the chisel, chiseling the surface I been sleeping far too long And I keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling, keep on chiseling, Chiseling the surface I don't know what you mean Said the man with the shovel, shoveling the ashes I been digging in the frozen ground And I keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling, keep on shoveling, Shoveling the ashes Shoveling the ashes Chiseling the surface Firing the furnace Hammering the anvil |
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| 7. |
| 4:54 |
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| 8. |
| 5:58 |
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| 9. |
| 4:18 |
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