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Southern Change
04:46
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I guess I’m just in time for the southern change
Life in the treetops feels so strange
Nights like this always fly so fast
As much as all your friends want you to feel good
They want to see you hurt just a little bit too
I’m doing my best to make the good things last
You can meet your maker, or you can make ends meet
But everything without you still seems complete
Everyone around here already knows the truth
So I’m gonna keep lying till I can’t blame youth
It’s playing on my mind but it don’t want to play with me
How some will act the fool, and they’ll crash and die
Some will keep their cool, but they know it’s a lie
Some will spend their whole life just trying to leave gracefully
I knew you when I met you
And I knew you before
But there’s still something about you makes me want to know more
I hear the sun
Comes to you
When the day is done
You break on through
You don’t need to know
You don’t seem to care
It’s just a dream
In between your hair
There’s a delicate woman making lots of noise
And an old man playing with little kid’s toys
And everything I know has been misunderstood
If I wake in the morning I’ll see the sky
If she wakes up she’ll just wonder why there are so many people preaching about bad and good
This man is a killer, but she is a giver of life
And neither are going to own up to all the trouble and the strife
But I hear the sun
Comes to you
When the day is done
You break on through
You don’t need to know
You’ve got nothing to compare
It’s all a dream, curtained in between your hair
There’s a knock at the door, I feel close to the end
I look straight ahead, but I see round the bend
If I give it one more push I’ll probably break on through
I see your anger darling and it makes me weep
Didn’t know I could do so much wrong in my sleep
If you hear me now that’s cause I’m talking to you
A lot of noise to contend with
So many things to see
But I’m the only one that can make a fool out of me
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2. |
The Tambourine Girl
03:08
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You can’t let go but you want me to have it
When I say no then you reach out and grab it
They all tell me that you’re getting a habit, but I don’t know
Her mamma gave her a loving for cocaine
She stays up all night and listens to Coltrane
To the police she’s criminally insane, well there you go
And now I know that you really don’t want me
It’s getting old that you just want to own me
And I can see that you never will leave me
But I’ll be gone in the morning believe me
I’m naked in the cold but I know you can put me right
In the blindness of the daytime you bring back the evening’s light
As the ships hangover vacantly, not knowing where to go
That’s when she comes to borrow me and take me down below
And every time I wake up there she winks at me once or twice
And sometimes she’s so good to me that it’s hard not to be nice
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3. |
Cupo
03:27
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Loaded into boats
I’m waiting for ego
Children of the ghosts
Are playing over bones
A feast a foreign sky
They never told me why
I lay awake to sounds
Of horses underground
When her blue eyes come to me
Never knew just what to say
When her blue eyes come to me
You’re always running away
Loaded into boats
I’m waiting for ego
Children of the ghosts
Are playing over bones
A feast a foreign sky
They never told you why
You lay awake to sounds
Of horses underground
When her blue eyes come to me
Never knew just what to say
When her blue eyes come to me
You’re always running away
Why don’t you come over...
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4. |
The Clamour
04:03
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The clamour of their boots and tongues
The clamour of their boots and tongues
The clamour of their boots and tongues
The clamour of their boots and tongues
Way west, can be my only grace
Half of me, has always drifted up too high
Lay your memories to waste
They are big and they are beautiful
But the Sun comes from tomorrow
In the morning what you feel
What you borrow and what you steal from the night before
You pay with all your innocence
And never breathe and never rest
And flailing, run from strange requests
Though melody is lost, rhythm never goes away
From beat to beat, hour to hour, day to day
So push yourself east if you believe you can be whole
Or praise that broken jewel of imperfection
Your Soul.
And the clamour of their boots and tongues…
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5. |
Song For Gerald
04:26
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I’m gonna put you down for a little while and see if I can still breathe
But you’ll come back with that certain smile when I’m not sure what I believe
Oh everyone’s a poet on a Friday afternoon
And a philosopher on Sunday in the loneliness of their bedroom
But you break down the past until you’ve broken all your years
Choosing consistency of bitterness over joys intermittent tears
I pity you the things you know that stop you knowing more
I’ve seen your wisdom scratched into a broken toilet door
Oh my Father, what have you done
Oh my Mother, to everyone
Oh my brother, what could it be
Oh my sister, what’s wrong with me
So you don’t like the way he makes you feel about yourself
You need a lie to guide the way well maybe I could help
We could get so low we’d never have to see a star
A life’s not a long time to be fooled, it doesn’t matter who you are
Still I’d like to try another way to fall under your rule
So hypnotize my faithful eyes and put me back in school
I must be close, I feel your throat and I can hear your sound
Like a leaf scratching the air on its way down to the ground
Oh my Father, what have you done
Oh my Mother, to everyone
Oh my brother, what could it be
Oh my sister, what’s wrong with me
My lover she is far away my innocence is close
It’s coming back to see me in the armour of a ghost
I need someone beside me as I feel my way through life
If I can give a form to you will you please be my wife
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6. |
Watching The World
02:21
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Watching the world go by
And alone you cry
And alone you cry
Watching the world go by
And alone you cry
And alone you cry
Look at the things that you hang on the wall
Watch them all fall to the earth
No sound you make ever echoes at all
Wonder what it is worth
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7. |
Ignaz Semmelwies
04:33
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Sold my thoughts to a worthless page
An eternal cross in a restless age
I moan in the light of naked wondering
Sentimental turn come and take you back
With the windy burn of a high smokestack
The crowd rolls out as a moss covered stone comes rolling in
My birth is your creation
I heard you leave your station
With a one-way ticket to a pale moonlight
Elements born of a truth concealed
I hope that it one day is revealed
My autograph is fading on your receipt
If I live long enough, it’ll have to die
And be replaced by the distance in your eyes
I’ll take what I get through treachery, lies and deceit
A bird flies on tomorrow
His birth cry through your sorrow
With a one-way ticket to a pale moonlight
Drowning underneath your verse
Running through the universe
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8. |
Townes Van Zandt
02:33
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Lazy day for a mongrel song
But I keep moving on
Wasting words and what they do
Lovers they can tell you lies
Nobody wants to be surprised
I remember seeing you
But I got a lot to be happy about
That I want to start being happy about
And I saw the distance in your eyes
Like you’d lived a thousand lives
I wanted to live one like you
Guess I got what I deserve
Cut the reign and lose the nerve
But singing songs is all I know
Hit the lights and they go out
Leave the stage in come the crowd
They’re too late to see the show
Cause I got a lot to be happy about
That I want to start being happy about
And I saw the distance in your eyes
Like you’d lived a thousand lives
I wanted to live one like you
Lazy day for a mongrel song
But I keep moving on
Wasting words and what they do
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9. |
Much Older Now
04:18
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Drunk on nothing I fly away to the dusky purple skies
Where I can hear them all disappear as they sincerely tell me lies
I’ve spent my lifetime swimming into the sea of everyone
But if I knew what I was doing I’m sure that it would not get done
My animal is your criminal, but they come from the same place
It looks so good with make-up on, but you ought to see its face
And its frenzied arms are taking hold of me and everyone
But if I knew what I was doing I’m sure that it would not get done
I get high and run along by the side of one mans voice
And you look at me and you talk to me as if I should have a choice
I’ve been around your kind before and it never was too much fun
But if I knew what I was doing I’m sure that it would not get done
We have a different way to go on about the same idea
And after all these years it’s so sad to think that I’m still here
Looking for a time you’ve helped me out, I can’t see a single one
But if I knew what I was doing I’m sure that it would not get done
Confused I walk alone at night and I try to make sense
But they always build a wall as soon as you jump down off the fence
Even the word it makes you think about the every and the one
But if I knew what I was doing I’m sure that it would not get done
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10. |
Ghosts
02:34
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They got up to receive their reward tonight
All in their fancy regalia
Those happy few who you put it up to
Teach me how it is in Australia
As the writers sit around in their glory
Telling stories already been told
Well the newspapers then, they must have been thin
Before we could jump into the mould
And the ghost of some wife-beating singer
Will follow you home to your bed
So I’ll sing you a song for the things I’ve done wrong
And hope that you’ll love me when I’m dead
Now they’re talking ‘bout my generation
Because no one’s afraid of what’s old
And I don’t get to feel no Benzedrine thrill
On Cormac McCarthy’s road
But on TV you brag of your habit
And you laugh how important you are
Oh it might have been bad but you don’t feel to sad
While you’re mixing it up with the stars
Then you’ll end up inside a museum
And the highest of praise will be sung
For all the things that you lack one more pat on the back
Will most likely burst your lung
Step right up come and see
The brand new Ned Kelly
And watch as it all comes undone
One more hero you make
Of the bones that you break
With the laws that you’re so quick to jump on
Still the ghost of some wife-beating singer
Will follow you home to your bed
So I’ll sing you a song for the things I’ve done wrong
And hope that you’ll love me when I’m dead
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11. |
Police
03:34
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So he thinks that he knows me does he?
He can do what he wants
And I will do what he tells me too
Why didn’t I let him have it outside that circus tent with the freaks and the clowns all runnin around singin boo hoo hoo
I’m a young man doing what I can
I get lied to all the time
So easy to be an outlaw when you’re guilty of no crime
You used to hate the world for what it did to you
Now you hate it for what you’ve done to yourself
And when you look for help
It’s now in the guise of a wise old man
Now a beautiful girl taking you by the hand
Now rain lost in the sand
Every time I see it fall apart it’s you who starts the fight
And I’m not going to have a heart attack just because you flash your lights
You wrap me up so tight now I can’t breathe
I’d kill you but your ghost would never leave
I guess I’ll be alright
If not, what’s the point in being alright…
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I’m gonna find me a woman who got nothing to say
Gonna teach her where her mouth is and be on my way
But I’ll come home to you baby, gonna make it some how
I wasn’t good when you met me and I ain’t gonna be starting now
Well it’s a cakewalk when you work the graveyard shift
With a love affair with whiskey and platonic spliff
If you’re looking for a good time play in a travellin band
Some people see the end a comin but it don’t mean they understand
So please help me oh philosophical one
You got my mind in your hands and I’m holding a gun
I can hear what you’re saying but it don’t really make no sense
And when your words fly away what will you say in your defense
Well you know cause I told you,
You know who I am
I need some understanding baby can’t you understand
I’ve been doing what I said I would be doing since the day we met
I know sometimes I can’t remember but I’m never going to forget
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13. |
Lay Down
02:30
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He watches himself walk into the west
The labels have overcome
But to be what he thinks that he knows that is best
He’s going to have to run
He strums away an old guitar
Don’t care that it’s out of tune
Sometimes he can shine like a yellowy star
Sometimes he is dead as the moon
The poets lay words that weigh down my mind
The singers they leave me deaf
I can see so much now but my eyes have gone blind
I wonder what else is left
Now the game is wide open
You open your eyes and wake up next to someone else
And it stops you from breathing
Must be why you get so blue
Still you can’t help but worry
‘bout how soon you’ll hurry
To let it all go again
And who you’re deceiving
Is it me or you?
I love you for all of the wrong that I’ve done
And all of the good that I do
I can be anything but not anyone
And not ‘cause you tell me to
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