1. |
Simple Woman
03:37
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In the mornin' come runnin'
in the evenin' stay put
Simple woman you appeal to me
I'm a lover and a schemer
Ab old worn-out tired dreamer
Simple woman you appeal to me
Ain't got no rabbits up my hat
No magic up my sleeve
I'm just a simple man livin' all alone
All alone
Ain't got no magic up my sleeve
It's all in my heart
I'm just a simple man
Simply all alone
Don't believe in saviors
Unless they come from within
Simple woman you appeal to me
Guess I'll keep on waitin'
Keep on anticipatin'
A simple woman who's gonna wait for me
A simple woman who's gonna wait for me
Walk with me to get my mail
Site with me by the telephone and take my call
Take my call
Pick me up when I'm feelin' down
Hold me on the mornin'
Love me in the summertime, winter and fall
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2. |
Drag/Spin
02:56
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Melodramatic bullshit get pissed
Wasted youth is true grunge
Kurt thunder down under
Sex, video and drugs
Click and drag my face across the floor
Crack my back with the tap of stiletto heel
Come on, doctor, come on
Come on
Violence is golden
Quality lasts in no one eye
Last chance to build on the sweat of a promise
Is the effort really worth the try?
When people cling to the scene of hangin' on
Click and drag my face across this floor
Crack my back with the tap of stiletto heel
Come on, doctor, come on
Come on
Violence is golden
Give it up
String us up
Society is fucked
Without borders clean as a weapon
Rock-bottom artist of the year
Click and drag my face across this floor
Crack my back with the tap of stiletto heel
Come on, doctor, come on
Come on
Brothers and sisters
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3. |
Speed Too Fast
02:02
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When you speed too fast you can't always go faster
Catch the wind in your hair and close your eyes
But I want to see
I want to know
And I want to feel you rushin' into me
The ghost of love doesn't care what it is you're after
The church of reason can't even begin to understand
Don't leave me
Hangin' like a noose
Chasin' after something you can only feel
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4. |
Gunnin' #1
06:16
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I celebrate my birthday
It's getting late
Searching for notes
For something to say
Wish I had your way of thinkin'
Your sunny disposition
Wish I had the chance to be a child again
We could go runnin'
Play in the dark
Maybe I could go gunnin'
For a brighter heart
You've got to choose your battles
Know when to cross the line
Cause the powers to be are gonna crush you and me
Like fish out of water
Wish I had your way of thinkin'
Your sunny disposition
Wish I had the chance to be a child again
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5. |
The Spoils of War
05:01
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Hold me
I'm freezin' with disbelief
Cover me from the pain I feel you rushin' into me
And the bishop is the one
Who put his leg on the line
And if you get to the queen then the king is gone
Brother John
Point me in some direction
We keep building prophets out of poets who just don't know
Another voice lost
Pissed away with the wind
A cold body to floss the teeth of sin
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6. |
Sink or Swim
02:44
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I saw you in the fire
You called me and I came
An untamed heart clinging to the shadows
A pure light growing dim
Who covered up your eyes?
Who taught you how to swim?
Who stuck you out on that broken limb?
You're gonna sink
You're gonna sink
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7. |
Gasoline Jacket
02:02
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Liquor spit venom in my vein
Open up my arm I'm comin' in again
Got a gasoline jacket to burn
A lip-stealing mechanism for sale
Started off as a nervous telephone smokin' habit
Progress to Nyquil, Jack Daniels, and sleepin' tablets
Goin' down
I see your throat open up
I see the shadow cross your eye
No rose-colored glasses gonna cover up
That crooked crooked smile
No misty-eyed illusions here
No mystery at all
I'm goin' down
Jesus, I just seen a ghost
It sat on the edge of my bed
No starry, starry night
Gonna drive these things from my head
Runnin' down the road of redemption
A shotgun blast from my past
I'm goin' down
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8. |
Song for One
04:25
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Thanks for bein' honest
You don't know how that makes me feel
These shoes are gettin' tired
Thanks for bein' honest
For tryin' to deal
The sky's the limit
I was at the high-school dance
Felt real-like Sunday
Used-up second-hand chance
There's a man in the alley
A tear drops slowly to his eye
Cross-fire sight on the inside
And I've seen demons on my wall
Held death in my faithless hands
As I've waited for the calls of a thousand men
Thanks for bein' honest
You don't know how that makes me feel
These shoes are gettin' tired
A man with no boundaries is not a man
And at times
I am nothing
But I see a pair of eyes up ahead
Hangin' in the low
And the beauty of the creature beats this cold
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9. |
Neon Delivery
03:49
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Gun shy and trigger happy
Don't point that one at me
You know you were only waiting
For neon delivery
No insight into humanity
Your words - they speak to me
Step outside of humility
Into make believe
Your heart
Sings to me
Play another one by the soul
And don't say a word
We can stay in all night
And blush in the moonlight
You know I was only waiting
For neon delivery
Peel me like concrete
Misdirected without a quote
A piece of me is missing
And I need something to hold
Your heart
sing to me
Sweet
Unstable
And willing
Forgive me
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10. |
Nugget
02:52
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There's a rattlin' in your chest
Gold dust on your head
And by intimidation
Is the way your life's always been led
Everyone kind of timid
To take that first step on their own
And when you gave out your telephone number
You did it under the pretense I'd never call
When you can't understand what you mean
And the sky keeps crashin' down
Look inside for the key
And listen to the sound
You're a nugget
Just waitin' to be found
Just waitin'
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11. |
Words in the Fog
03:06
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I sit and listen to the words of an ancient timeless poet
"It's past set-down before the soul"
And as we crawl across this floor of illusion
Our breath recreates what's all been done before
You've got a bad taste in your mouth
A hard pain to swallow
And so you lay on the floor of your shower
And with your finger you write words in the fog
Faith, trust, love and hope
Another painful endeavor
Faith, trust, love and hope
And the words just flow together
Like tears on the wall
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12. |
October Eyes
03:26
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He sat in the dark
With his head
She don't remember
What he said
She took the high road
he don't know
Someplace in all this dark
Got to be some light
Someplace in all this wrong
Some right
She got an answer
He still lookin' in the night
Sometimes when he gets up
He feel all right
Sometimes when she wakes up
He on her mind
She still in love
With October sky
He don't know
He don't know
October eyes still shine
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13. |
Flat/Empty
06:00
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I've dressed as a woman
I've walked with the moon
Shot a man in Memphis town
Shot him for thinkin' about you
Jesus, you done me worng
Carolina, you left town
Whiskey bottle by mu side
My foot falls echo in the sand
Give me a motor-bike to ride
Pair of dark shades to wear
Flat empty stretch of road
Cold and barren like my soul
Check my boots for crickets, babe
Before you lace them up on me
Fix the hole in my old jean jacket
The left one's my favorite sleeve
Give me a motor-bike to ride
Pair of dark shades to wear
I'm flyin' down this dotted line
Tryin' to figure out who I am
See the yellow corn beside the road
I could crawl inside all them rows
Stay with the stalks 'till the harvest time comes around
Maybe I'm gonna find my home by then
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Grandpa's Ghost Pocahontas, Illinois
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