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Butter Churn
04:26
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I don’t mind if she wants to stir me
I don’t mind if she wants to churn me like butter
Swimming in the cream, living in a dream
Oh, she can stir me. Oh, she can churn me
Any time she wants
I don’t mind if she scratches my back
I don’t mind if she runs her fingers through my hair
Lather up shampoo. Rinse and towel, too
Oh, she can soothe me, pacify me
Any time she wants
If this is heaven, if this is heaven then
We can slam the door and throw away the key to
Hell, to Hell, to Hell
I hope she don’t mind if I yell her name out loud
I hope she don’t mind if I yell her name from the top of the mountain
Until my voice turns hoarse. Then she’s lemon honey in my tea
Oh, she can soothe me. pacify me
Any time she wants
I don’t mind if she sings along to the radio
I don’t mind if she wants to sing me to sleep
The lullaby of her voice. rocking me to sleep
Oh, she can calm me, pacify me
Any time she wants
If this is heaven, if this is heaven
We can slam the door and throw away the key to
Hell, to Hell, to Hell
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2. |
Shake Me Loose
04:16
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I can be the one for you just wait and see
The road ahead is lined with trees and hugs the river
You shake me loose and rattle my bones
You play me like a xylophone
Every somewhere and every someplace
Will be the best time we’ve ever had
Between the mountains lies an orchard of peaches and pears
I dreamt of porches, wicker chairs, and talking through the night
You shake me loose and rattle my bones
You play me like a mandolin
Every somewhere and every someplace
Will be the best time we’ve ever had
I feel so helpless
Chasing time by the tail
It seems so hopeless
Fireflies trapped in a jar
She’s everywhere, everywhere
Do you hear the meadow’s melodies, the whispers of tall pines?
We could be the wind that growls- the mist that prowls the slopes
You shake me loose and rattle my bones
You play me like a steel guitar
Every somewhere and every someplace
Will be the best time we’ve ever had
I feel so helpless
Chasing time by the tail
It seems so hopeless
Fireflies trapped in a jar
You’re everywhere, everywhere that I’m not
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Lonely Eyes
05:17
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Hey I know I should let this go
Little moments of beauty- I burned them to the ground
Heaven is a place where judgement goes to die
Too many souls diminished, too many fingers pointed
These tragic eyes. These lonely eyes
Was I too unkind? You tried to change my mind
These tragic eyes. These lonely eyes
I’m a child praying by his bed
I get a lump in my throat whenever I hunt for ghosts
I keep pulling weeds in other people’s gardens
When mine is overgrown and crowding out the lilies
These tragic eyes. These lonely eyes
Was I too unkind? You tried to change my mind
These tragic eyes. These lonely eyes
By Sunday I will get to sleep then everything will turn to blue
I’m waiting for a new tomorrow then everything will turn to blue
Everything will turn to blue
The smoke from debris still smoldering
The odor’s in my hair- the taste is in my wine
I lost some friends but I can still see them
Like a star still shining long after it’s gone
These tragic eyes. These lonely eyes
Was I too unkind? I closed the window blinds
These tragic eyes. These lonely eyes
By Sunday I will get to sleep then everything will turn to blue
I’m waiting for a new tomorrow then everything will turn to blue
Everything will turn to blue
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4. |
Dose Of Slow Motion
04:38
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You’re my dose of slow motion
The more I take, the less that I can feel
I guess that’s the point
I keep trying to recapture
the sensation of the first time
That you were in my arms
I can hear the thunder clapping
I can see the lightning striking
Over me and you, all around me and you
Here I lie on a frozen lake
No sound of chatter or skates cutting through the ice
I guess it’s just me and you
The past is an arctic wind
chilling me right down to the bone
You’re the warmest blanket
I can hear the thunder clapping
I can see the lightning striking
Over me and you, all around me and you
red light circling ‘round the room
My cheek pressed against the floor
And I still want more
When surviving becomes dying
Two hands pumping on a chest
It’s the end of the line
I can hear the thunder clapping
I can see the lightning striking
Over me and you, all around me and you
Doesn’t look like we’ll see another sunrise (not anytime soon)
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5. |
I'm Not In My Right Mind
03:52
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You cut me like you mean it
I’m not feeling any pain
My head’s moving in a circle
And I can’t find a spot to park
The softest sounds become explosions
The bright of day stings my eyes
I’m shaking like it’s happening
The bones were buried long ago
I’m not in my right mind
I’m not in my right mind
Not in my right mind
Not in My right mind
My right hand pours another drink
My left hand drops the glass
The past is crawling over me-
A horde of bugs that can’t be squished
My right hand lights a cigarette
My left hand puts it out
The present’s a fogged-up windshield
And the future swings an axe
I’m not in my right mind
I’m not in my right mind
I’m not in my right mind
I’m not in my right mind
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Umbrella
03:49
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I can’t conceive of a world without you
You nudge me along when I dread the unknown
Then you appear to ask what did I learn?
I wanna see the world through your eyes, in your light
I wanna touch the world through your words, with your heart
Those drunk on fear with cutting shards of anger
Wash up at her feet like blue and green sea glass
She’s the handle, the ribs- heaven’s cover
I wanna see the world through your eyes, in your light
I wanna touch the world through your words, with your heart
Umbrella, umbrella
Shelter me from the stormy weather
Shade me from the burn of self-doubt
I can’t believe this is happening to me
She says everyone is their own anchor
A faith so sincere you have to prove her right
I wanna see the world through your eyes, in your light
I wanna touch the world through your words, with your heart
Umbrella, umbrella
Shelter me from the stormy weather
Shade me from the burn of self-doubt
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7. |
Brisketti Western
02:55
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8. |
Three-Card Monte
04:00
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What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to say to you?
I can’t find a witness for the stand
You touched the searing burner and you slapped my hand
What in the world was I thinking?
You’re kudzu with bad intentions
Even before you arrive
Exhaustion starts creeping in
You play 3-card-monty with the blame
You’ve got me thinking that I’m the one who caused this scene
I can’t wait for the credits to roll
A drunken production crew must stage your drama
The picture frames are all askew
In a house too close to the tracks
Like planting bamboo in your back yard
It’s too late before it’s too late
All of these souls
These lives that you’ve crashed
Will haunt, haunt you. Will haunt, haunt you
Will haunt you forever and ever again
Is friendship a test of wills?
It is when you think that everyone is aiming at you
I kicked in that jack o lantern
It’s no surprise how gutless you really are!
I’m walking barefoot on broken glass
To keep you from popping off
Even when things roll your way
I’m sickened by molasses charm
All of these souls
The lives that you’ve crashed
Will haunt, haunt you. Will haunt, haunt you
Will haunt you forever and ever again
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9. |
Bad News
04:28
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I’m driving into your town
And you don’t want me around
Because I’m bad news
No one has to tell you
I’m bad news – I don’t need to spell it out
I’m bad news. I’m bad news
My hangover- has no chance to settle in
My bloodshot eyes- they’ve got you trembling
I’m bad news- every crow has spread the word
I’m bad news- the sun sweats behind the clouds
I’m bad news. I’m bad news
Shane, it’s raining 8-balls
Shane, there’s something that you took from me
Shane, I’m rolling boxcars/you’re rolling snake eyes
Shane, you thought you left me for dead
I’m driving into your town
And you don’t want me around
Because I’m bad news
No one needs to tell you
I’m bad news – I don’t need to spell it out
A Cutlass 4-4-2- a shark that never sits still
Boot print on my face- not enough to keep me down
I’m bad news- a mosh pit of wolverines
I’m bad news- run if you see my brake lights
I’m bad news. I’m bad news
Shane, it’s raining 8-balls
Shane, there’s something that you took from me
Shane, I’m rolling boxcars
Shane, you thought you left me for dead
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10. |
Billye Sings
01:52
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The Grain Hoppers Richmond, Virginia
A mishmash of Neil Young, REM, & The Replacements in their folk-rock moments with a splash of Daniel Johnston and a dash of alt-country.
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