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Reach a hand to the crescent moon grab hold of the hollow If she sits in the palm of the left that moon will be fuller tomorrow If she sits in the palm of the right that moon is on the wane and the love of the one who shares your bed will be doing just the same `Won't you come with me', she said, `there's plenty of room in my iron bed You're looking cold and tired and more than a little human I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, but I think once your body feels my hand your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain' Out among the fields gently hipped beneath the corn, Assiniboine bones beneath the highway he stood there and he thought of home A finger traces the path of a satellite You're drawn to a distant copse of trees A voice as sweet as Mare's Tail clings to the prairie breeze `Won't you come with me', she said, `there's plenty of room in my iron bed You're looking cold and tired and more than a little human I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, but I think once your body feels my hand your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain' Do I reach for you when I know you're on the wane? Do I sense you when I know you're not around? Do I search for you when I know you can't be found? Do I dare to speak your name? Raise your eyes to a moonless sky and try to wish upon a rising star Search all you want for her blessing but you won't find her sparkling there Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky where nothing but darkness unfolds and watch as all around you she reveals the brilliance of secrets untold Won't you come with me, she said, there's plenty of room in my iron bed You're looking cold and tired and more than a little human I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, but I think once your body feels my hand your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain |
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| 2. |
| 4:17 |
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My first recollection is a day in December black iron steam engine covered in ice like some Precambrian monster moaning and snorting Nothing was ever going to beat that beast in a fair fight I've sat and watched the woodpiles grow through the summer now I'm sitting, smelling summer burn through the fall Winter's coming on, days getting dreary and I'm thinking this is the season that I leave you all I've heard a man in crisis falls back on what he knows best, a murderer to murder a thief to theft And I don't want you to think that this is some kind of deathbed confession but run is what I did when put to the test My first recollection is a day in December 747 tracing lines through the sky like some old gypsy curse silently preying upon the dreams of those who jealously watch life pass by I've sat and watched my troubles pile through the summer now I'm sitting, hearing my youngest cry down the hall Winter's coming on, days getting dreary and I'm thinking this is the season that I leave you all I've heard that the son must bear the burdens of the father but it's the daughter that is left to clean up the mess And I don't want you to think that I'm asking for absolution, but run is what I did when put to the test |
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| 3. |
| 4:23 |
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She placed her ring on the sill, dishes piled high She's on the front porch step and the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come and how she'll miss those weekends in the park with the sun on her face and her book by her side and that lingering taste that he left on her tongue He lifts his glass from the table It leaves a ring where it stood He sees the light from the window caress her like he knows he should He's remembering the first time he kissed her and how he'd wake and immediately he'd miss her, like a spell, with each breath, he'd taste her breath like a haunting, irritating as hell Do you remember when you'd pray to never see the day when someone would make you feel this way 'Cause you knew they would cut right through you and once inside, you were afraid they'd find nothing to hold on to He puts her ring on her finger, she brushes back his hair He takes a sip from his glass, she inhales the cold fall air And they're thinking of the long road ahead and the strength that they will need just to reach the end And there in the silence they search for the balance between this fear that they feel and a love that has graced their lives |
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| 3:11 |
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Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as that of the rain-soaked purple of the white birch in spring? Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful than on a warm fall night under a Mackerel sky, the smell of grapes on the wind? Well I have known all these things and the joys that they can bring And I'll share them all for a cup of coffee and to wear your ring Have you ever had the pleasure of watching a quiet winter's snow slowly gathering like simple moments adding up? Have you ever satisfied a gut feeling to follow a dry dirt road that's beckoning you to the heart of a shimmering summer's day? Well I have known all these things and the joys that they can bring And I'll share them all for a cup of coffee and to wear your ring And I don't know how I survived those days before I held your hand Well I never thought that I would be the one to admit that the moon and the sun shine so much more brighter when seen through two pairs of eyes than when seen through just one Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as a face in a crowd of people that lights up just for you? Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful as when you wake by the side of that boy or girl who has pledged their love to you? Well I have known all these things and the joys that they can bring And now every morning there's a cup of coffee and I wear your ring |
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| 5. |
| 3:46 |
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Raise a white sail if you love me a black sail if you don't Seal me up in an impregnable tower or surround me with an impassable moat I've heard all the stories told about love (unattainable and pure) but there is one love of which I'm sure Your fear as honed as a battle axe, I'll bear my neck, I'll wear the scar, and if my nerve should fail the task I know your faith will not roam too far I've heard all the stories told about love (two souls into one) but this tale of love is one we've just begun Isoldt had her Tristan, but love potions are not what we need, and Paris had his Helen but it was infatuation that was plain to see What I desire is your trust to inspire this love for you which grows in me Plant a rose tree on his grave and on mine plant a vine, as seasons pass and markers fade watch them slowly intertwine I've heard all the stories told about love (till death do us part) but our love is a vow which has been wrought from heart to heart |
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| 4:54 |
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Haven't seen the sun for seven days November's got her nails dug in deep Haven't seen my son for seven years and the chances are we'll never again meet If truth be told I don't even know his name If truth be told he doesn't even know my name I spend my spare time with my rosary beads although I never learnt to pray but you don't need the light and it's best to pretend that you've seen the errors of your ways The darkness in here is as heavy as a judgement This darkness, heavy as a judgement My dreams are now filled with Gilead trees and other sights that I've never seen They used to be filled with the fears of tomorrow and the horror that it might bring His eyes felt to me as cold as a stone mason's chisel His eyes fell on me, cold like a stone mason's chisel Strange how a mind can always recall what the senses eagerly leave behind I can remember his face, rage, disgust and distaste but to my fear I have grown blind Memories are just dead men making trouble this memory is just a dead man making trouble |
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| 3:40 |
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Fifty miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn a steady aim and he bagged his game Pale sun falls without contest Here is obedient darkness He will not return White Cadillac, white man at the wheel, white faces on the mountain, wounds that will never heal Black clouds overhead, old man says looks like rain Thieves' Road winds to the Black Hills sign says South Dakota, U.S.A. Grass plains stretch to the horizon, not a soul can be found on them They will not return Old rusted pickup and a mad dog in the yard, purple paint peels but fails to reveal the bitterness that grows inside Cloud of dust in the distance, strange knock beneath my hood Is it better to have words left unsaid than to have words misunderstood? Pale sun falls without contest Here is obedient darkness It will return I know it will return It will return |
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| 4:40 |
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Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So I'm out to land on somethin' Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, trace it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So I'm out to land on somethin' Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So I'm out to land on somethin' Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground |
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| 2:48 |
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If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add your milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste, that is tea But if I measure the sugar to satisfy your expectant tongue then that is love, But if I measure the sugar to satisfy your expectant tongue then that is love, sitting untouched and growing cold |
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| 10. |
| 4:38 |
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If it ain't one thing I tell you it's always another I wonder why I started treating you like a step-brother Love is hard to explain I know my loss is someone else's gain Sometime's love is like a bitter pill But we just have to take it like it is Sometimes life is the sweetest thing and sometimes it's just naked pain Oh, it's so hard to explain I know my loss is someone else's gain My troubles started when I found you But that's when I (wrapped?) my world around you And now my living ain't so easy I thought that's what a woman was supposed to do You see, it's so hard to explain I know my loss is someone else's gain I went to see my doctor `Cause I thought I had a hole in my heart but he said 'Girl, you're just wasting my time Because some man messed up, went and messed up your mind' It's so hard to explain I know my loss is someone else's gain Oh, love it's so hard to explain It'll make you forget your name It'll turn you upside down It'll make you wish that you'd never been found |
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| 11. |
| 4:03 |
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Emma's in a part of town where she doesn't recognize the streets named for famous native sons and out of every crevice comes creeping a threat in her direction Lucy's outside her home heading towards her corner store she stays on well-travelled paths and is always making sure that she doesn't develop patterns There are trap lines running up and down Main Street wire snares thirsting for your neck and feet Susan doesn't like the way her curtains are blowing in the wind She swears she locked that window before she went out dancing she stands frozen in her doorway Judy hears a sound coming from the other room she knows she should be alone 'cause the kids left at noon to go visit their father Quick to your phone dial 911 invite a strange man into your home who'll be carrying a gun Leslie's working late she's got a deadline to meet In walks her boss, upon her desk he puts his feet and says alone at last Reanne's got a new boyfriend and they're getting along until he locks the door and says don't struggle, I'm stronger than you are. Just one question I'm dying to ask, you said, do you know what it's like to be hunted? |
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| 12. |
| 2:04 |
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Look under his floorboards, Mama, I don't trust his silly grin He's got a beat-up Rambler, Nebraska plates, and I ain't getting in I don't like the way his pinky ring picks up the dashboard light or his short little piggy fingers or the way his belt is cinched too tight Check under his floorboards, Mama, I don't like his suggestive tone The way his words drip from his mouth as he asks can I take you home? I don't care how many miles I got, I think I'd rather walk them alone than to sit in the back seat as his eyes in the mirror reduce me to flesh and bone Check under his floorboards, Mama, 'cause that razor's not just a threat to me He'll be slicing tiny crescents from your heart, without laying a sweaty palm to your cheek Don't accuse me of running scared, listen to what I'm saying It's a fucked up ol' world, but this ol' girl Well, she ain't giving in |
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