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Black Lavender
06:14
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Mary Jane likes the way
those schoolyard boys drag their feet.
Mary Jane likes the way
those junkyard dogs gnash their teeth.
Woah, she like to say,
"When I get down on my luck,
I like to lose myself in Black Lavender."
Sophie Brown comes around
when my train from Memphis touches down.
Sophie Brown is in the sound
of the raindrops broken on the ground.
Woah, she like to say,
"When I get down on my luck,
I like to lose myself in Black Lavender."
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Shine
04:14
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My bluebird flies somewhere between
heaven's skies and Salt Lake City.
They call he Shine, she ebbs, she flows.
I learn to love, then I learn to let go.
My bluebird goes where all the women turn
Mary Jane into oxygen when they burn.
My blue eyed girl, she just can't sit still.
She says goodbye with a look that kills,
oh my.
Oh, Elshia, someday won't you take it easy.
Oh, Elshia, someday won't you take it easy.
Hey, Elshia, someday I know you'll just roll downstream,
oh my.
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Blue shoes walkin' south on Sixteenth.
They do all the talkin' out the sides of their teeth.
Trenchcoat draggin' goin miles behind,
and the poeple come from all around
just to see what they might find,
and I said, "Somebody stop that man!"
He's an armchair preacher, got a beautiful beard.
Pourin' a glass of nonsense, and it gets a little weird.
Pornographic brilliance, it's a cause for concern,
and the lynch mob comes runnin' lookin' for a man to burn,
and I said, "Somebody stop that man!"
Blue shoes movin' faster, but only by a hair.
When you hear his laughter, you know he doesn't care.
When you see him to tomorrow, he'll be a different sort of man,
'cause where he's goin' tomorrow is a different sort of land,
and I said, "Somebody stop that man!"
He's headed for the Rio Grande.
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Surf Hotel
04:50
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Believe me, when I say I'd rather not speak.
I only feel at home inside my headphones.
On top of that rock, underneath the Surf Hotel,
is where she came to me with a thousand smiles.
Hey, she's a serpent of the sea, a child of the sun.
Her Mother was a melody, and her father was a gun,
yeah, she's the only one.
She's the only one I ever want to see.
Believe me, when I say I'd rather not go.
I only feel at home when I roam.
On top of that rock, underneath the Surf Hotel,
is where she came to me with a thousand smiles.
Her sadness is extraordinary, like a cold, cold coal canary.
Her brother joined the military and her sisters all just got married.
She's the only one I ever want to see.
She's the only one who won't come along with me.
When the sun goes down on the Surf Hotel,
I put my feet in the sand and all I can smell
is my burnin' mind when I close my eyes,
and all I can see is her smile.
Yeah, all I can see is her smile.
She's a serpent of the sea, a child of the sun.
Her Mother was a melody, and her father was a gun,
yeah, she's the only one I ever want to see.
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Toad
03:45
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I saw Jonny on the Spot sellin' dope on the corner
to my friend from Arkansas.
He threatened to end my life with a knife
if I told those pigs what I saw.
I said, "Who do you think you are,
killing off my friends in their bathroom stalls."
And he said,
"We are the ones who take your money
and make your work for your wine.
We are the ones from down south
who get you what you need to get you high."
About a year later, I saw mama in the kitchen,
she was cleanin' out her silverware.
She said, "Honey, I think it's that needle in your arm
that's thinning out all your hair."
She said, "Who do you think you are,
making your own mama so goddam scared?"
And I said,
"We are the ones who take your money
and make your work 'til you die.
We are the ones from down south
who get you what you need to get you high."
We are the ones,
yeah we are the ones.
We are the ones,
yeah we are the ones.
We are the ones who take your money
and make you work til you die.
We are the ones from down south
who get you what you need to get you high.
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Chicago
04:34
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I've been living by the rules that they gave me
on the day, on the day, on the day I was born.
It's been making me uneasy lately,
a little like a rundown Tenderloin whore.
These arms of yours, they'd be nice to lay down in
if they could just make me feel whole.
These arms of yours, they'd be so nice to lay down in
if they could just make me feel at home,
so won't you take me in?
Take me in, take me in, Chicago.
I tried moving to Colorado,
but everywhere I go, I'm just bound to follow.
I like it down there in Sleepy Hollow,
but the ladies down there are so deeply shallow.
These arms of yours, they'd be nice to lay down in
if they could just make me feel whole.
These arms of yours, they'd be so nice to lay down in
if they could just make me feel at home,
so won't you take me in?
Take me in, take me in, Chicago.
Soul of mine, would you tell me why,
soul of mine, if you're so divine?
Soul of mine, would you tell me why,
hey, why has your river run dry?
These arms of yours, they'd be nice to lay down in
if they could just make me feel whole.
These arms of yours, they'd be so nice to lay down in
if they could just make me feel at home,
so won't you take me in?
Take me in, take me in, Chicago.
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7. |
Dolores
03:11
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8. |
Swell
07:39
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I want a blonde haired woman
who wears dresses in the snow.
I want a barefoot woman
who doesn't mind the road.
But I know she won't love me like you do,
and I got all I need.
It's just not enough, so I sing.
I sing about being lonely.
Oh, how I sing, oh how I sing.
Oh, how I sing, oh how I sing.
How I sing about being lonely.
Oh, how I sing.
Sitting around in a sunshine state,
sitting around in a sunshine state,
sitting around in a sunshine state,
it's cloudy in my head.
It's cloudy in my head.
Oh, how I sing.
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