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Don't Leave Me Now
02:50
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Don't, don’t
Leave me now
It’s starting to burn
Don't, don’t
Leave me now
It’s starting to burn
Visions of the wild
Born in the child
Here comes the thunder in her grey frock coat
For a fist full of lightning she’ll sing you what she wrote
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Gypsy
04:18
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“Sisyphus,” she says, “I beseech thee
For a pardon from the Governor”
“Empty dwells in our locket, dear
And anyway you ain’t her yet”—
Livin’ out the end of a bargain
Current company ain’t privy to
The coins redden in my pocket, love
When I step out of view
Off to see the gypsy, again
Yea, to see the gypsy, again
“Unto you, you criminal
As you unto your Christian name
Shadows cast upon windows barred
Fit a familiar frame”
“Leanin’ on your holster
Cowboy, whatcha gonna prove?
Whirlwinds at work here
To which you don’t move”
Off to see the gypsy, again
Yea, to see the gypsy, again
Off to see the gypsy, again
Yea, to see the gypsy, again
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Voodoo Operator
02:41
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Mister, mister where we headin'?
I could've sworn I’ve seen this place
Déjà, déjà vu for you, man
Is colors sinkin' in the corners of her face
Sorry kid, damned if you don’t, damned if you do
Can’t you see? It ain’t me, I just supply the voodoo
Save me, save me from this feelin'
This feelin' that fakes a change
Sixth of the seven odd curses
Staked upon the plain in your cranium
Sorry kid, damned if you don’t, damned if you do
Can’t you see? It ain’t me, I just supply the voodoo
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Drown
04:16
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Go on - take me by the way
Lead me by the way
Tell me by the way
Go on - give it to me clean
Tell me how I seem
Show me how I seem
Go on - pin it to my chest
Just like all the rest
Take me by the wrist
Go on - lead me in the water
Pull me underwater
Hold me underwater
Drown, drown, drown
Go on- kiss me on the hips
Kiss me with your lips
Your cold country lips
Go on – fill my pockets full
Ever what you stole
Sand, stone, coal
Yes, why yes I do confess
To be nothing less
Than that of what I seem
But you, will you be willing to
Do what you do
When it’s done unto you
Drown, drown, drown, drown
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Crow Eat Crow
04:16
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In a world made of hunger
Girl, you’re a peach and I wonder
Through the leaves bent and shaking
Will you get back the thirst you’re taking?
Skin, bones in the gut of metropolis
Ascetic superfluous – the kids call him toothache
Moon silhouetting is medium rare
Stars like buttered flies, wings smeared to the air
Figs bendin’ twigs through the grates on the balcony
Camels suck caramels, archers set the doves free
Space ‘tween the gate takes the shape of a beaker
Smoke pours out when the doors don’t keep her
Man
In a world made of hunger
You’re a peach and I wonder
Through the leaves bent and shaking
Will you get back the thirst you’re taking?
Orphans, widows barred at the border
More for the order, all for the hoarder
Trace his blood through the mud back through the ages
Man, do you think for a second papa was a native?
Badge—fools gold—feedin’ fear, feedin’ warnin’
Of bruised bones, cracked skin, soaked rags torn an’
40 on 40 silver spoons
40 candy apple lead balloons
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Hollingsworth
03:09
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Come on, baby
Put down last year’s vermouth
Show me, baby
With your lips your golden tooth
Hollingsworth, Hollings please
Think that you’re confusing me
With Lorraine, she’s long gone
In Duluth on the farm
Come on, baby
Reach in your red raincoat
Show me, baby
These letters you claim I wrote
Hollingsworth, Hollings please
Think that you’re confusing me
With Lorraine, she’s long gone
In Duluth on the farm
Hollingsworth, Hollings please
Think that you’re confusing me
With Lorraine, she’s long gone
In Duluth on the farm
Cool it, baby
I can feel you’re packin’ heat
Simmer down, gypsy lady
Ice it, take a seat
Pretty maidens in a row
Shot rings out, two to go
Two tin ladies in the sun
Shot rings out, down to one
Hollingsworth, Hollings please
Think that you’re confusing me
With Lorraine, she’s long gone
In Duluth on the farm
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Riddle
04:14
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Upstate town, no one around, kids kick the stone around
Get to thinkin’ what to be drinkin’ under the kitchen sink an’
Gotta pick a team, there's gotta be queen, gotta be a debt in between
Her and her Jack—runt of her pack—her card stacked against his
Don’t like it Jack? Take it back to the riddle
Babushka spits tobacco, knits to the tune of his tortured fiddle
Jill left him for a joker named Jim and she’s never comin’ back again
Reflections of a maiden—candle-lit and fadin’—in the memory of a frost-stained window
House been built on a shoddy-man’s stilts, pulled down by its own shadow
Don’t like the shack, Jack? Bum a hobo sack. Take it back to the riddle
Of course a man can take a stand, right hand pressed against the Bible
And in the other one tote a gun and fire one for fun in the sunset
Promising you everything you took but couldn't capture
And for a fee due quarterly a fair share of the rapture
Man, whatever man
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Somewhere between
The weight of the scene
And dresses of gold
Her hair and her lips
They easily eclipse
The strength of the cold
Smokes as she pulls
The moon off the coals
Silver from black hissing water
Wide empty space
Fills in her face
Onward she’s
Down the Euphrates to the land of a thousand dreams
A kid from the coast
Tattered, did boast
Of pawning her shoes
He said that he saw
The devil and Paul
Moanin' the blues
Rain on the sea
Breaks endlessly
Into patterns on foam
She’d like this place
The wind in her face
Endless to roam
Down the Euphrates to the land of a thousand dreams
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