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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
You threw out the past When you threw out what was mine Throughout the years It was hard to make it last Anodyne No sign of reconciliation It's a quarter past the end Full moon from on high Across the board we lose again Anodyne Anodyne Tossed it out for me to find Without a word you're out the door Without a reason anymore Two fingers on the trigger Can break the heart of any day Foolish to believe It would turn out okay Anodyne Anodyne Tossed it out for me to find Without a word you're out the door Without a reason anymore Anodyne |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
You threw out the past When you threw out what was mine Throughout the years It was hard to make it last Anodyne No sign of reconciliation It's a quarter past the end Full moon from on high Across the board we lose again Anodyne Anodyne Tossed it out for me to find Without a word you're out the door Without a reason anymore Two fingers on the trigger Can break the heart of any day Foolish to believe It would turn out okay Anodyne Anodyne Tossed it out for me to find Without a word you're out the door Without a reason anymore Anodyne |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
do you fear this man's invention that they call atomic power are we all in great confusion do we know the time or hour when a terrible explosion may rain down upon our land leaving horrible destruction blotting out the works of man are you, are you ready for that great atomic power will you rise and meet your savior in the air will you shout or will you cry when the fire rains from on high are you ready for that great atomic power there is one way to escape and be prepared to meet the lord when the mushroom of destruction fallsthere is a shielding sword he will surely stand beside you and you'll never taste of death for your soul will fly to safety and eternal peace and rest are you, are you ready for that great atomic power will you rise and meet your savior in the air will you shout or will you cry when the fire rains from on high are you ready for that great atomic power |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
You'd never leave on your own Where you're from and where you're going I know these things like I know you hate me now Catch yourself in mid-air thinking Your dreams can never be bought I couldn't help you then and I guess I can't help you now When jousting is for pleasure Pleasure is way out of hand The time is right for getting out while we still can Chickamauga's where I've been Solitude is where I'm bound I don't ever wanna taste these tears again I don't ever wanna taste these tears again Appalachian, so patient The lessons we've traveled As soon as we're out we're kicking our way back in Fighting fire with unlit matches From our respective trenches No authority can clean up this mess we're in A miracle might point the way To solutions we're after And avert our chronic impending disaster Chickamauga's where I've been Solitude is where I'm bound I don't ever wanna taste these tears again |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
come, all you coalminers wherever you may be and listen to the story that I relate to thee my name is nothing extra but the truth to you I tell I am a coalminer and I'm sure I wish you well I was born in old Kentucky in a coal camp, born and bred I know about old beans bulldog gravy and cornbread I know how the miners work and slave in the coalmines every day for a dollar in the company store for that is all they pay mining is the most dangerous work in our land today plenty of dirty, slaving work for very little pay coalminers, won't you wake up and open your eyes and see what this dirty capitalist system has done to you and me dear miners, they will slave you until you can't work no more and what will you get for your laborbut a dollar in the company store a tumbledown shack to live in snow and rain pouring through the topand you have to pay the company rentand your payments will never stop they take our very lifeblood they take our children's lives take fathers away from children take husbands away from wivescoalminers, won't you organize wherever you may be and make this a land of freedom for workers, like you and me I am a coalminer and I'm sure I wish you well let's sink this capitalist system to the darkest pits of hell |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
doesn't matter what you've said or what you've done when you've lost your head you're looking for a new one your heaven looks just like my hellbeautiful as far as I can tell your heaven looks just like my hell just as I drown then you say it's real so I hold myself down 'cause I like the way it feels your heaven looks just like my hellbeautiful as far as I can tell your heaven looks just like my hell how could I have ever needed such a cold heart to count on and how could I have ever wanted such a cold shoulder to cry on |
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do you remember, remember D. Boon part of what he was is a part of me nowand if you think back, where would he be where would I be if time had allowed this isn't written for any one manit's about me this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang I've been toldthat it's a waste of time well, so what will it be worth mine and if Managua's bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for glory or for their countries it's just me and Jay playing our guitars along with it all this isn't written for any one manit's about me this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang and I'm not old so I've got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
these lines don't work on me they won't on you didn't knew the cards were on the table just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things right never promise anything anymore so god damn hard to make it work no easy way out of this one always someone or something to get lost in the shuffle at least this road leads straight out of here adversity is stable and life in front of you discarded, recycled and new just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things right never promise anything anymore so god damn hard to make it work no easy way out of this one always someone or something to get lost in the shuffle at least this road leads straight out of here just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things right never promise anything anymore someone or something to get lost in the shuffleat least this road leads straight out of here too late to go back sorry needs to be said but there's really nothing now to do |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
disengaged, we're forsaken nowcommunication does suffer the moral stare of Big Brother not a chance, no compromise battling the barrier of belief not to try anymore don't want to murder the only memory or hide try to accept that it's all worthwhilewhen you've been disengaged severed from any world that's mine you can hang the blame on the wall it'll be a frame around us alldeluged by stickers and billboards the conversation turns to war never thought it would come down to thisit seems every person for themself don't want to murder the only memory or hide try to accept that it's all worthwhilewhen you've been disengaged severed and forsaken when you've been disengaged severed from any world that's mine more and more makes a hunger for less you get hurt when you touchthe bright lights burningwhen you're high you can fall down easy too many years spent trigger-happy at times I feel betrayed I feel that I've been wronged suspended in all disbelief until it seems it just can't go on |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
take my picture off the wall it don't matter to me at all said I was headed for a fall but you wanted me to crawl give back my TV it don't mean that much to me while you're giving back my things give me back the key to my heart give back the key to my heart give back the key to my heart and let my love flow like a river straight into your heart, dear well, you say I was the one to blame for the wrong that's been done well, you got a friend named cocaine and to me he is to blame he has drained life from your face he has taken my place while you're alone in San Antone give me back the key to my heart give back the key to my heart give back the key to my heart and let my love flow like a river straight into your heart, dear |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
take my picture off the wall it don't matter to me at all said I was headed for a fall but you wanted me to crawl give back my TV it don't mean that much to me while you're giving back my things give me back the key to my heart give back the key to my heart give back the key to my heart and let my love flow like a river straight into your heart, dear well, you say I was the one to blame for the wrong that's been done well, you got a friend named cocaine and to me he is to blame he has drained life from your face he has taken my place while you're alone in San Antone give me back the key to my heart give back the key to my heart give back the key to my heart and let my love flow like a river straight into your heart, dear |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
if you find yourself standing at the end of your line looking for a piece of something maybe a piece of mind fed up, lost, and run down nowhere to hold on tired of, take your place at the end son we'll get to you one by one no light ever shines dead end tears that dry maybe a waste of words and time never a waste of life every hour will be spent filling a quota, just getting alonghandcuffs hurt worse when you've done nothing wrong no thanks to the treadmill no thanks to the grindstone there's plenty of dissent from these rungs below the clockwork of destruction hanging low over our heads always a smokestack cloud or a slow-walking death no light ever shines dead-end tears that dry maybe a waste of words and time never a waste of life no thanks to the treadmill no thanks to the grindstone there's plenty of dissent from these rungs below the clockwork of destruction hanging low over our heads always a smokestack cloud or a slow-walking death no light ever shines dead-end tears that dry maybe a waste of words and time never a waste of life maybe a waste of words and time never a waste of life |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
Try to face up to the blinding sun Racing for the final word to come Facing up, it's hard to stay devout I can see the sand and it's running out And it's running out We quote each other only when we're wrong We tear out the threads and move along We can't seem to find common ground I can see the sand and it's running out It was only circumstances But it's the difference It gets in the way No race is run in this direction You can't break even You can't even quit the game The current drags to the bottom A hemorrhage that moves us around It pulls and beckons in a strong direction High water forever bringing us down I can see the sand and it's running out It's running out It was only circumstances But it's the difference It gets in the way No race is run in this direction You can't break even You can't even quit the game |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be 'til the sweet apple grows from the sour apple tree I still hope the day will come when you and I will walk as one |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be 'til the sweet apple grows from the sour apple tree I still hope the day will come when you and I will walk as one |
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from Uncle Tupelo - No Depression (1990)
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man Carried two guns every day Shot a man down by the West Virginia line They saw John Hardy get away They saw John Hardy get away They cornered John Hardy on the Tombstone bridge He thought that he was free 'Til the deputy sheriff came and grabbed him by the arm Said "Johnny, come along with me" "Johnny, come along with me" John Hardy, he stood inside his cell Tears running down his eyes Said "I've seen the death of many a poor boy Now I'm ready to die Now I'm ready to die" Well, I've been to the east and I've been to the west I've been the whole world round I've been to the north and I've been to the south Now I'm going to my hanging ground I'm going to my hanging ground |
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John Hardy, he was a desperate little man Carried two guns every day Shot a man down by the West Virginia line They saw John Hardy get away They saw John Hardy get away They cornered John Hardy on the Tombstone bridge He thought that he was free 'Til the deputy sheriff came and grabbed him by the arm Said |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
a great crowd has now gathered all around the jail today to see me executed and hear what I do say now I must hang this morning for the murder of Lilli Schull whom I so cruelly murdered and her body shamefully burned the fire where I burned her is again now within my sight her lovely face recovering and the fire that burned so bright the cries of poor Lilli again I can almost hear as she begged me not to kill her her life alone to spare now I bow down to Jesus in penitential grief and I beg him now to save me like he did the dying thief God bless my aged parents who mourn for me alone and my wife and baby who will be left alone it was then that I heard a whisper in a most gentle tone my grave is one sufficient to save the vilest one |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
a great crowd has now gathered all around the jail today to see me executed and hear what I do say now I must hang this morning for the murder of Lilli Schull whom I so cruelly murdered and her body shamefully burned the fire where I burned her is again now within my sight her lovely face recovering and the fire that burned so bright the cries of poor Lilli again I can almost hear as she begged me not to kill her her life alone to spare now I bow down to Jesus in penitential grief and I beg him now to save me like he did the dying thief God bless my aged parents who mourn for me alone and my wife and baby who will be left alone it was then that I heard a whisper in a most gentle tone my grave is one sufficient to save the vilest one |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
when you find you can't somehow make it like all the rest you won't need to scrounge aroundfor someone else torn between the unknown and the place that you call home and the life you want but have never known there was a time you could put it out of your |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
when you find you can't somehow make it like all the rest you won't need to scrounge aroundfor someone else torn between the unknown and the place that you call home and the life you want but have never known there was a time you could put it out of your mind leave it all behind there was a time that time is gone what has a life of fifty years in this town done for you except to earn your nameand place on a barstool you spent your whole life in this county you've never been out of state you say you're gonna make it outbefore it's too late there was a time you could put it out of your mind leave it all behind there was a time that time is gone there was a time when nothing seemedto make much sensethat's turned more intense and all the crutches you've kept around now are nowhere to be found remember when you didn't have to look ahead or behind you there was always something right there to do but now it's life in some kind of traplooking for a way out well, you keep moving onthat's what it's all about there was a time you could put it out of your mind leave it all behind there was a time that time is gone |
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from Uncle Tupelo - No Depression (1990)
Fear the hearts of men are failing These our latter days we know The great depression now is spreading God's word declared it would be so I'm going where there's no depression To a better land that's free from care I'll leave this world of toil and trouble My home's in heaven I'm going there In this dark hour, midnight nearing The tribulation time will come The storms will hurl the midnight fear And sweep lost millions to their doom I'm going where there's no depression To a better land that's free from care I'll leave this world of toil and trouble My home's in heaven I'm going there I'm going where there's no depression To a better land that's free from care I'll leave this world of toil and trouble My home's in heaven I'm going there |
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All my daydreams are disasters She's the one I think I love Rivers burn and then run backwards For her, that's enough They all come from New York City And they woke me up at dawn She walked with me to the fountain And she held onto my arm Come on, do what you did Roll me under New Madrid Shake my baby and please bring her back 'Cause death won't even be still Caroms over the landfill Buries us all in its broken back There's a man of conviction And although he's getting old Mr. Browning has a prediction And we've all been told So come on back from New York City Roll your trucks in at dawn Walk with me to the fountain And hold onto my arm Come on, do what you did Roll me under New Madrid Shake my baby and please bring her back 'Cause death won't even be still Caroms over the landfill Buries us all in its broken back |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
I don't know what you've been through You might think that I don't care But I do And I've tried to understand I've tried to understand your abuse But you've got no excuse And there's no use in lovin' Anyone who hates themself You keep coming back So I hold you for a little while But I always go when I can't take your sad smile 'Cause I can't stand it when you get so intense And it's all a part of our bad inheritance And there's no sense in lovin' Anyone Won't you come back for a while You could see exactly what you've always meant to me But you don't wanna know You don't wanna know And you don't know what I've been through And if I think that you don't care You probably do And there's no sense in lovin' Anyone who hates themself |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
been traveling around some crossing people's paths some they stand right in your way others like to watch you pass been trying to memorize all the different lies that people must tell themselves each nightto justify their lives don't call it nothing this might be all we'll ever have held myself for ransom wandered so blind I found the roads less traveled to take you off my mind and I told myself I know everything I do I'm just looking for something to lead me away from you don't call it nothing this might be all you'll ever have I know it's not enough to make it sound like more so I swear if there's a God to make him sleep on the floor been traveling around some crossing people's paths some they stand right in your way others like to watch you pass don't call it nothing this might be all we'll ever have I'll ever haveever have |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
lost sight of ground never been so down nothing here to stand on it's a war-weary road another faceless tombstone nothing here to stand on I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin can't find the phone, can't hear to listencan't take along what we're missing just as well to write this postcard from helland the bar clock says three a.m. fallout shelter sign above the door in other words, don't come here anymore too many miles between I heard a dead man scream nothing here to stand on each and every step reeling out more or less nothing here to stand on I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin tried to stay, tried to run there's never been enough reason to believe in anyone this trickle-down theoryhas left all these pockets emptyand the bar clock says three a.m. fallout shelter sign above the door in other words, don't come here anymore |
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from Uncle Tupelo - Still Feel Gone (2003)
Satan, your kingdom must come down Satan, your kingdom must come down I heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down gonna pray until they tear your kingdom downgonna pray until they tear your kingdom downI heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down gonna shout until they tear your kingdom downgonna shout until they tear your kingdom downI heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down |
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from Uncle Tupelo - No Depression (1990)
Down here, where's we're at The weather changes, that's the way it goes Sometimes it snows, when everything's wrong Sometimes it snows, but when it does, it doesn't last long Down here, where we're at All we do is sit out on the porch And play our songs, and nothing's wrong Sometime friends come around, they all sing along Down here, where we're at Everyone is equally poor Down here, we don't care We don't care what happens outside the screen door Down here, where we're at Sweat drips from the tip of your nose You wear loose clothes, and you try to stay cool We all still have a lot of fun, never saw much school Down here, where we're at Everyone is equally poor Down here, we don't care We don't care what happens outside the screen door |
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from Uncle Tupelo - March 16-20 1992 (2003)
It's a long way to heaven It's a short way to hell Painkillers won't help When the weight's not yourself They're poisoning the air For personal wealth It's a long way to heaven It's a short way to hell I don't know what I'm breathing for 'Cause the air ar |
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