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Hold On, Sister
01:55
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Hold on, sister
Hold on while it passes through
Hold on, sister
Hold on and you'll find you soon
Hold on and you’ll find you
Hold on, brother
Hold on while it passes through
Hold on, brother
Hold on and you’ll find you soon
Hold on and you'll find you
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Mosey
01:40
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Miss Mosey—broke, cold
Teeth pearly—crowned with gold
Toes painted, eyeballs, too
Lookin’ at her but talkin’ to you
Stunned, stunted, cast off, sacked
Home is a house and the house been shacked
Ask for Ike, goes by Jack
Looks like a James—don’t look back
Carry on, Mosey
You know he’d want you to
You’re well-versed
In the language of the cursed
Come on, you can make it through
All for nothin' and nothin' for free
Quarter down, up a barren tree
Ain't she a picture, ain't it nice
Gift it to you, half the price
Beware of butchers
They’ll cut yah ‘cause they can
The only rule
In the land of the mule
Do not trust an honest man
Tear the ticket, dust the broom
Show you where a bride meets a groom
Have your cake, eat it too
Roses are red and violets are
Carry on, Mosey
Like the crow that flies
Through worms crawlin’
Through apples fallin’
Through the iron-tinted skies
Steel-eyed, sharp-dressed, handsome, but
Don’t put on airs, trust your gut
Eye for an eye, gold tooth for a face
Two for one – comes with a case
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And oh so easily
She hangs me with a memory
On a cold, calculated tack
She’s mastered the ways to pin my back
To a summer scene ‘tween eight and nine
Mesquite cracklin’ ‘neath the pine
Trees drippin’ honey-heat
Crickets chewin’ around our feet
Blue and red make violet
And violets grow through holes
Between a chicken’s toes
I suppose you suppose I care
About the way your auburn hair
Cups your skin—milky, fair
On yellow coat, on groanin’ chair
Always again with Greco eyes
Catchin’ what’s fallin’ from the skies
A dove goes up, a crow comes down
Black petals splattered around
A wolf on her tippy-toes
Dustin’ the break in my nose
Between hot light and almost black
She’s mastered the ways to pin my back
To a summer scene ‘tween eight and nine
Mesquite cracklin’ ‘neath the pine
Trees drippin’ honey-heat
Crickets chewin’ around my feet
Blue and red make violet
And violets grow through holes
Between a chicken’s toes
I suppose you suppose I care
About the way your auburn hair
Cups your skin—milky, fair
On yellow coat, near groanin' chair
Blue and red make violet
And violets grow through holes
Between a chicken’s toes
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Violet
06:40
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Such a pretty hunger
Black lace, chiseled face
Crows bloomin’ on sycamores
Chewin’ bone, chewin’ tendon
Branches bendin’, shadows mendin’
You got to give in to get in
Shake a hand that’s a needle, kid
Concealed, delivered
I’d forsake the world
I’d forsake the world
I’d forsake the world
For you, for you, for you
Violet
Blackmail, blackbird pie
Cut it open—where does it take yah?
Blue window north of Spain
Honeymoon after a rain
Go on light yourself a cigarette
Lean on the overlookin’
Crumbs of light scattered ‘round wolves on chains
I do not feel a thing (ashamed)
I feel kind of--woo!
I’d forsake the world
I’d forsake the world
I’d forsake the world
For you, for you, for you
Violet
Cat drug in your raven
A mockingbird in its beak
If love is a violet bloomin’
Kid, you’re a witch weed
You see, I sowed you while you slept tight
By the pale light of a cup of milk
Flip a coin, see where you’ll cut the catch
Above an eye, underbelly
I’d forsake the world
I’d forsake the world
I’d forsake the world
For you, for you, for you
Violet
By the time you get this I’m already gone
Smoke on the silk cut, the radio’s on
Chan Marshall croonin’ Love Sick Blues
Live, Augusta
A sun hound licked away the frost
On a familiar scene
One-legged rooster balanced on a hot tin roof
King’s cookin’
I’d forsake the world
I’d forsake the world
I’d forsake the world
For you, for you, for you
Violet
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Some Light
03:06
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When the man that led you in lets go of your hand
And you open your eyes, see where you stand
Stranded in the city like so many before
Where it’s a favor for whatever you’re lookin’ for
When they pull what’s left from the water, when it’s plain to see
Your world ain’t as big as it seemed to be
When the Spanish poet turns the phrase on you
And you’re hungry, and you’re thirsty, and you’re wonderin’ what to do
Would you go home, home, would you get on home?
Would you get back on the broken track or get on back home?
Train’s at the station—what’s it going to be?
Well, it’s time to give back the ticket that was stolen for you
In your lingerie—sweet summer rain—honeysuckle bloomin’, too
You’re never too old to sing, you’re never too young to die
Quit lookin’ for answers, you know the question’s why, oh why, oh why
Would you go home, home, would you get on home?
Would you get back on the broken track or get on home?
Train’s at the station—what’s it going to be?
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Henry
02:44
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Get up, get up Henry
Get up and smell the rain
Position, place
It’s all been traced
Auctioned, sold
With the gold
Received in cold blood by your brother
Get out, get out Henry
Wash the scent away
He’s onto you
His hellhound, too
He’s a handsome man
Tall, dark, and tan
He's got green eyes and he studies evil
Now why can’t you see
What’s so obvious to me
A picture in a frame
A namesake for a name
Raincoats for rain
Pain pills for pain
It’s all in vain, they cannot hold yah
Get it, get it Henry
Get it before it gets you
Flow or be filled
Spill or be spilled
Don’t look back
The path is cracked
The cards are stacked, cut in favor of the other
Now why can’t you see
What’s so obvious to me
A picture in a frame
A namesake for a name
Raincoats for rain
Pain pills for pain
It’s all in vain, they cannot hold yah
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This is for Savannah Clarkson Blue
She works as a mail clerk
In a basement in Romulus, New York
He’ll tuck you in a bed of nails
He’ll take the wind out of your sails
And when you’re sinkin’ like a stone
He’ll go and toss you a wishbone (that’s cold)
But there’s a catch underneath of this
A worm dancin’ with a catfish
A net wrapped around a pearl
You take the wind, you reap the whirlwind
The road drawing a blank
The Carnival abandoned on the bank
A red herring and a Georgia peach
Just sank below the out of reach
A girl in blue stockings running through the rye
She left a note but the note didn’t say why
Go on sweet light crumble ‘cross the break
Some things you give, some things you take
Row, row, row, row, row, row
Row upon the water to the land of honey dreams
Row to Byzantium, row to the land of honey dreams
Row you pilgrim to the land of honey dreams
Row, row, row you pilgrim to the land of honey dreams
Row, row, row, row, row, row
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Black Mountain
03:58
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Black mountain, mountain
Swallowed sun
Nothing in you
Nothing's one
Soul, soul I suppose
Where it goes
Nothing knows
Shawl slung
Like a gun
Over lavender and old lace
Let me guess
He gave the best
But took a second face
Come inside
It’s cold outside
Throw your pangs upon the fire
Slip through your things
Gold watch, gold rings
And curl into the wood smoke
Black mountain, mountain
Swallowed sun
Nothing in you
Nothing's one
Soul, soul I suppose
Where it goes
Nothing knows
Nothing's done
To everyone
In hunger you ain’t unique
All and all
Let the ashes fall
On the wicked and the weak
It takes a catch
To catch the catch
Be found but not received
Pull the wool
Through the soul
Close your eyes and go to hollow, hollow, hollow
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Shot of Please
02:17
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Dog rain
Mule rain
Kind of rain
It ain’t rain
It’s hooves of thunder shatterin’ tobacco leaves
Hold the motion
Give me a shot of please
Sow wind
Reap wind
Whirlwind
Back again
With hammer, chisel, ragweed, and cheap perfume
Hold the motion
Give a man some room
Everybody knows where his lover goes
Everybody knows ‘cept poor Jesup Stone
Everybody knows where his lover goes
Everybody knows ‘cept poor Jesup Stone
Strike a light
Hot and feather light
Red and sheds a light
On the seventh night
And for a second there’s a face in the trees
Hold the motion
Give me a shot of please
Everybody knows where his lover goes
Everybody knows ‘cept poor Jesup Stone
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What will the flood wash up?
What will the flood wash up?
I’d prefer to know before I go
What will the flood wash up?
A bag of chips
Some fingertips
Blue prunes
Calluses mostly on the left hands
What will the flood wash up?
What will the flood wash up?
I’d prefer to know before I go
What will the flood wash up?
Look, kiddo
There’ll be a black widow
And a brown recluse
Mutterin’ about statistics on the web
What will the flood wash up?
What will the flood wash up?
I’d prefer to know before I go
What will the flood wash up?
A mission bell
On a cicada shell
Believe it or not
The moral between the claw marks
Good luck
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