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He is a tall God,
He is a wise God,
with a big, white beard,
and flowing robes,
His love is a blessing,
His love is Holy
He grows my food,
and mends my clothes.
He asked me to be pure,
to always love Him,
He asked me to take my
kin to be cleansed,
to take my children,
down to the river,
to let the water
anoint their heads.
I held them under
the flowing river
until their sins all
was washed away,
and He was happy
and blessed me Holy
and I will be in
His Heaven someday
People, take you children
down to the river
and hold them under
until they're clean
and if you're lucky
God might just bless you
and hold your hand
and watch you sleep
He is a tall God,
He is a wise God
with a big white beard
and flowing robes.
His hand has touched me,
He touched my children
and when I die
I'll be reborn.
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These Pieces Go...
03:50
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...and I've seen what we've done,
how we move, how we run,
we fall so far, we burn our yards,
we crash so hard we fall apart
...these pieces go...
...these pieces go...
The silver lake is full of snakes,
the bitter rind, the candied time,
we dredge the land, we rake the seas
for broken backs and broken knees
...these pieces go...
...these pieces go...
My splintered bones, my shattered spine,
my thunder head, my static line
...these pieces go...
...these pieces go...
And so they die, we die again,
the baby ghosts, the withered men,
this has begun, so can it end,
we find a way, there is no end
...these pieces go...
...these pieces go...
...these pieces go...
...these pieces go...
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Blurry
03:02
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Louisville
01:21
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Elevation
02:52
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Noise maker in a plastic cup,
an impression of the riot scene,
reading books about something,
faces in a magazine
Elevation don't mean shit when you don't have the means to reach it
Words blinking on a screen,
onion crackers make me feel sick,
bullet holes that no one sees,
Bibles in the basement
Elevation don't mean shit when you can't hear enough to see it
Staying happy with orange pills,
work until the horse dies,
pink umbrellas and a catfish suit,
iodine in the ink supply
Elevation don't mean shit when you don't have the head to teach it
Taping paper to a dollar bill,
killed the dog and got away with it
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Migraine
05:06
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Deep throb
Hard sprain
Bright light
Migraine
Deep cut
Think line
Hothead
Short spine
Hallucinate the waking day
Perforate the things you say
Head vent
Red wine
Impart
Decline
Hard life
Soft lay
Reborn
This way
Hallucinate the waking day
Incarcerate the living clay
Good job
Fine line
Bad knees
Bad times
Cracked head
Dead light
Burnt bread
Bad sight
Hallucinate the waking day
Incinerate the selfish way
Face burn
Fire line
Return
Resign
Give in
Bad fight
Distend
Good night
Good night
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Wrapped in Vines
03:54
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Walk Across
03:01
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She's in your graces,
don't fuck this up,
you've got your wires,
I've got my luck
I'd love to tell you,
you'll be alright,
but you need somewhere
that you can sleep tonight
This world was meant
for people bigger than I am,
I can't give you advice
when I can't give you a hand
So please keep trying,
I notice every day,
I'll always love you
in my own crazy way
She loved to tell us
that we were all we had,
your head was spinning,
and mine was always bad
You were a good kid,
and I was too,
but I'll always hurt you,
no matter what you do
Just let me know that
you'll never close that door
we could be something
we've never been before
Peeling your eyes up,
back seat in a van,
that's where it ends,
'cause that's where it all began
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It's not a sunburn and it's not a rash,
but my skin feels like hell and my head's full of trash,
the words I write don't mean nothing at all,
it's just things that I write cause I'm all full of ball
So I guess I could pick from a jar,
anything that you like and then use this guitar,
to write a song about the sky or street,
or the up or the down or the cold or the heat
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Let You Down
05:34
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If this is how it goes,
then I don't want to ride,
can we slow down or stop,
or find some place to hide
My head hurts every day,
my closet full of noise,
my bones were ground away,
my choices not my choice
It's simple...
We try, we try, we try,
we fail where others don't,
we push to clear a way,
we fall because we won't
I can't live up to what
you tried to grow in me
I have to let you down,
I have to let you see
It's simple...
Confessions of this kind
are better left unsaid,
to keep this pot lid closed
and wait until you're dead
I thought I'd put it in
a place you'd never see
so words of mine seem best,
so it can stay with me
It's simple...
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Sick
02:16
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12. |
Nothing
06:12
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Nothing to say.
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