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Then & There
04:36
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take me back to old growth on the hundred acres i bought with my own birthright in a secondary lie and let's cut it down to make the way for all our towns promise ourselves we'll plant it back to life
put your horses in the shop let's get em all some wheels, steel em up with outfits oh you'll love the way it feels when you push it down, press that pedal to the floor so you can hurry home, go on now lock your doors
and we'll outlaw all the old things run them off with all the change, make a new flag to fly over all the young and when all is said and done and there's nothing to improve we'll have cut down all the mountains that our parents couldn't move
unplug the telephones let's scratch out all our words in the clay our fathers' left to take up pens and swords, recite the songs already written by our wrongs in tongues that lie six feet underground
kill all the children they will put us all in debt like an army of the infant proletariat we'll keep them in, never let them leave the womb, the ones who do we'll blame and abuse
and we'll outlaw all the new things run them off with all the change in which our children would have buried us alive and when all is said and done and we've kept our world safe we'll have made them in the image of the selves we hate, we hate
and we'll outlaw all contentment for the young and old the same, replace them with nostalgia and the lie that both then and there are better without any helping hand, we'll know without a reason that today is not our friend
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Pickens County Line
05:21
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I drove across the Pickens County Line to escape into a cave. I called it home and I set up shop and lived there for a while
I left the car stranded by the oak tree at the bend in the road, my bags were packed with sleeping bags and fishing rods they kept me company
I played the hermit a little bit too long and you cut me out
I pushed away just a little bit to hard and you cut me out
Carolina I'm cutting down your trees to start a fire
Carolina, grow me up like children in the Bible
Sweet southern rain wash me away
The riverside, it couldn't keep me cooped up in my heart. I'm singing your Carolina call and I want it out.
I fell in and I ran through the forest naked as the bird you cooked up for the dinner that I missed without telling you
I kept my distance a little bit too long and you cut me out
You kept me close just a little bit too long you had to cut me out
Carolina I'm cutting down your trees to start a fire
Carolina, grow me up like children in the Bible
Sweet southern rain wash me away
Carolina I'm cutting down your trees to start a fire
Carolina, grow me up like children in the Bible
Sweet southern rain wash me away
By foot car or train, I will someday come back across the Pickens County Line
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West Coast Kindly
04:35
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Walked out alone on the city to find a well, throw in a couple of coins for your health
The water and wishes were gone to where they hide, run off by whiskey and windswept inside
All of the tricks of the trade were lying dry to be picked up by vagrants and spent in neon light
It's a slow kind of sadness you pushed straight into your arm
It's a low kind of gladness in that west coast kindly smile
Carry you with me inside a red balloon I never tied off with a finger or a prison tune
Coffee tobacco and rye have been your friends and the Brutus incredulously walking from your end
It's a slow kind of sadness you pushed straight into your arm
It's a low kind of gladness in that west coast kindly smile
It's a slow kind of sadness you pushed straight into your arm
It's a low kind of gladness in that west coast kindly smile
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Eulogy for the Owl
05:06
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I've been thinking about my old selves, wondering if they're the men I'm supposed to be. They seem like good men waiting on the right things with solid hearts bent away from making me. But now the weight dressed line of fire has turned the signature of choirs to a minor key- not sad, but silent fear and hate of who I used to be.
I've been walking around the old haunts where I fell in love and made a way for peace. The white tower still singing out the old songs that kept us young with gospel hope and loyalty. But now in a desperate hard earned sell, the songs ring empty from the bells in a minor key- not sad, but only meant for men with "goodness" currency.
I've been thinking about the old way, trying to recall the wise white owl's old place where he said he would point me down to "mainstay," a half-kept moon meant for my escape. But now a sparrow's all I find to ask (an owl without the mind) for a fire key- not gold, but only rotten bones of who I used to be.
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Falling Stars
04:40
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Lay down my sword and shield to pick up my heart
The truest of weapons I own and one hell of a defender
How does a wild one stay seated and kind in the warmth of his friends when all he knows is a fire? All he knows is a fire.
You can lay out all your worried wells to catch all your falling stars
You can say out all the "hellos" and "goodbyes" to wrap up a trip back home
But what will it be when you get there?
You can take the man out of the war, but the war from the man?
And fools rush on into what the angels have made
You can climb your way up to light with the child and a wife
The moon may have stayed the same, but what of you on the rise? What of you on the rise?
You can lay out all your worried wells to catch all your falling stars
You can say out all the "hellos" and "goodbyes" to wrap up a trip back home
You can lay out all your worried wells to catch all your falling stars
You can say out all the "hellos" and "goodbyes" to wrap up a trip back home
But what will it be when you get there?
But what will it be when you get there?
But what will I be when I get there, back home?
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Cain, For Abel
05:19
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I once told a friend that you were "the good one"
The Benz to my Pinto, the luxury son
But luxury's just another word for expensive
I'm cheap but I won't ever bother you much
So please stay on the high maintenance high-horse you love
And please, please don't ever come down
And I like that I'm lonely: at least I'm alone
Where it's quiet enough to think
Without all the noise of your self-congratulation
And the praise that they give to you with obligation
So please stay on the high maintenance high-horse you love
And please, please don't ever come down
And I don't need your horse to stand as tall as God made me
I don't need your pulpit to preach
And I don't need to wonder whether I deserve
This place on the ground where I sleep
So please stay on the high maintenance high-horse you love
And please, please don't ever come down
So please stay on the high maintenance high-horse you love
And please, please don't ever come down
So please stay on the high maintenance high-horse you love
And please, please don't ever come down
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7. |
Tobacco Road
05:06
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You're spitting seeds on Tobacco Road
You're lost in the lonely eyes of where you've gone
You're throwing snow into a summer's breeze, keeping it fresh for who you left behind
You're waving hands at the end of the road
Whether greeting or leaving you got some letters to fold
You're spinning tires, you're blowing up dust in a line, but it'll all settle down, it'll make you hard to find
And it's a long way back to South Carolina
The home that I made before the sunlight arrived
And that long way keeps you up at night
Both for going and leaving this mountain town behind
Farewell you said as a whispered choice
Too caught up in the silence to say it with a voice
But love is heard through the loving ears of the friends that you wanted never to hear
And it's a long way back to South Carolina
The home that I made before the sunlight arrived
And that long way keeps you up at night
Both for going and leaving this mountain town behind
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8. |
Edges
04:42
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Still taste like cigarettes and cheap white wine
I bought with this stolen money of mine
To bag up blackjack, you breathe in right
Like a hungry animal that's hidden from light
Read my palms, put those fingers in lines
Tell me how I will love, oh, and when I'll die
Show me how to kidnap a fool
And play a song that will tell me to
Draw your lines, draw your lines!
Use all the paint you can spare to put on the night
Draw your lines, draw your lines!
Make all the edges clean and ready to come off right
You said you'd teach me how to think for myself
Like keeping good stuff on a secret shelf
Drew up a list of the lessons learned
Like how and when to let the world burn
Threw out the ruler, told me lines that are straight
Keep us tied down and prisoner to a lie you called hate
Good winter lines gave you gifts from the cold
You thought they would keep you from a fear you called old
Draw your lines, draw your lines!
Use all the paint you can spare to put on the night
Draw your lines, draw your lines!
Make all the edges clean and ready to come off right
Draw your lines, draw your lines!
Use all the paint you can spare to put on the night
Draw your lines, draw your lines!
Make all the edges clean and ready to come off right
Make all the edges clean and ready to come off right
Make all the edges clean and ready to come off right
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9. |
The New Drum
06:06
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A cold touch and sound show your face
You haven't turned up but heartbeats awake down the hallways of this old town
You're beating underground
Well you're wearing your mother out
And I'm bearing the carves in her brown
But the flavor of this old row is only of love
And there's going to be a bright light coming soon
And there's going to be some cold wind afternoons
And there's going to be some broken wishes too
But you take the best, and I'll take the rest
Well you'll come into a storm
Of the darkness your father has born
But I'll give you all the light, all the light I have
Let's all hope that you carry the way
That your mother has lived through her days
Strong and confident that love, that love is all she needs
And there's going to be a bright light coming soon
And there's going to be some cold wind afternoons
And there's going to be some broken wishes too
But you take the best, and I'll take the rest
I've been waiting for years to end
All my waiting for hearts all to mend
Now this broken, dry, old drum? It picks right up.
I don't care no more how it sounds
As long as your drum continues to pound
And may I always listen close when you're around
And there's going to be a bright light coming soon
And there's going to be some cold wind afternoons
And there's going to be some broken wishes too
But you take the best, and I'll take the rest
But you take the best, and I'll take the rest
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The Muchmores Greenville, South Carolina
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