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Faulty Wiring
03:18
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Out of your mind and expiring
A day at a time; faulty wiring
You're wearing the chills; it's the sleeping pills
And lockbox bills, and emergency drills
Man, the urgency kills
Ever more
The scars are under our skin
Buried within forever more
Company man working over time
To fashion a fan out of a sovereign swine
Who paces alone in his hilltop home
You'll drown in the drone of the corporate tone
And the housing loans
Ever more
The scars are under our skin
Buried within forever more
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A Heart Grown Old
04:39
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They once played in the hills
With few toys, or fickle frills
Just their sisters and themselves
Honest hours, and blue farewells
Engine fell to a purr
Years on end, no news of her
Rumor came of her return
Sweetest song he could have heard
Nightingale lying in the swale
Leery of a woeful tale
Song he knows; been in it's hold
Spirit young, with a heart grown old
Knitting in her rocking chair
He alone dreams of her there
Lost an old, familiar friend
Slow to take that chance again
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He packed his pipe and hit the road
Left her to her episode
Made his way to the old diner
And rued as his soup went cold
An hour later, he drove on
Mileage to train his mind upon
He failed to notice as his speed crept up
And shortly, the siren rolled
Name, license and registration
You give me a name, or it's down to the station
Enough hesitation
He gave an alias and said
He'd left his license by the bed
The sheriff went to check the system
And fell with a blow to the head
Panic coursing through his veins
The man sped away down the wrong lane
He turned his head toward the setting sun
Just as his sentence came
No name, license, or registration
Quite clear that he came from a border nation
Swift deportation
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The Fairy Tales In You
05:11
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You came home early in the fall
Dreams abound; unsure of them all
My heart warmed when I saw your face
You're the same dear girl, emanating grace
Dear girl
Tell to me the story in your eyes
Darling girl, virtuous and wise
There's no thing rather I would do
Than to learn of all the fairy tales in you
I'm aware someone already holds your hand
I'm sorry to conflict you, but I've kept quiet long as I can
Dance with me in your mother's shawl
Through the night, past the curtain call
If not now, then in time to come
You are worth the wait much as anyone
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Less Numb Than Some
04:44
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Heaven may call; people fall when they fall
No slipping by; futile to try
Likely, you're right; resisting the human plight
Biding my days in doldrum ways
Forward, you bum; the time is come
Whether cake or crumb
Pass me the rum; rum pum pum pum
Less numb than some
Destiny looms deep in destiny brumes
It scares me still; stifles my will
So it has been, and will be in the end
Either you fold, or break the hold
Forward, you bum; the the time is come
Whether cake or crumb
Pass me the rum; rum pum pum pum
Less numb than some
Heaven may call
Why wait on heaven's call?
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Overwhelmed
05:48
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There are holes in the stairs, so no guarantees
We often fall down, back to the neon lobbies
Where we start up again, single-filing
The joy of the thing; the joy in being
Overwhelmed; oh, well
There are holes in our stares; we don vacant expressions
They lure each of us into complacent oppression
And the information keeps on piling
Oh, the joy of the thing; the joy in being
Overwhelmed; oh, well
Name your price; I'm not gonna bite
You can push me if you wanna
A plague on both your karma and soul
Enveloped in your pride
And I can't say that I blame you
A mold of those who shaped you, I know
But there's plenty to go around
If we each take the same portion
And keep things in proportion
But no, you want it to yourself
Hello! You can't have it to yourself anymore
More and more and more and more...
Overwhelmed; oh, well
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Arrow in the Quiver
04:19
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Sparrow at my window
Help yourself to a warm bath
I'll howl while the wind blows
But a whisper in it's path
I'm not filled with sorrow
Like the lump I used to be
Methods you can borrow
Set them caustic demons free
Arrow in the wind could pierce a neighbor's heart
Arrow in the sun, impossible to chart
Arrow on a rose from north will never stray
Arrow in the quiver keeps the maladies at bay
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Backwoods Home
07:34
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Miles from the road, quiet and overgrown
I'm feeling old, the truth be told
A garden and a well; a guitar and a spell
Sown into the ground; no wires around
I dreamt of my own little backwoods home
Worn and old
You really ought to come; we'll picnic in the sun
And huff on the air; wind in our hair
We'll own each of our days, and spend them in the ways
We see fit always; what do you say?
I dreamt of our own little backwoods home
Worn and old
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