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Every Note and Road
02:44
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Wait, hey man, they took you away from us
That paper scratchin' man, gettin' high non-anonymously
And who's to say that you're not sittin' by his side right now
Your ever-loyal dog, we surmise you're singin' lullabies to god
Wait hey, wait hey, wait hey, wait hey...
Gettin' high and singin' lullabies to dog
We can dance, and we could sing
Yeah, when it come forth a-callin' out my name
But don't count on me droppin' by too long
I got a better lookin' view than an Indiana cemetery
Wait hey, wait hey, wait hey, wait hey...
Than an Indiana cemetery.
I come to visit just the other day my friend
Well, it's safe to say you're sittin' pretty
As I lay there just six feet up I knew
Well I'll carry ya with me every note and road
I go, I go, I go, I go
Well I'll carry ya with me every note and road
I must confess I'm in up hill battle still
Tryna keep myself from runnin' my life
But, as I lay there just six feet up I knew
Well I'll carry ya with me every note and road
I go, I go, I go, I go
Well I'll carry ya with me every note and road
I go, I go, I go, I go
Past every single Galaxy I stroll...
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2. |
So Far Gooned
04:44
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Lying at your back door fast asleep
The end feels like the best part of your day
It seems the soapbox consumes you, and I get this nasty feeling
Like my teeth are upside down
I’ve seen it many times fer sure, you can’t pass on the toast,
And you wield your knife so freely that you’re bound to get your cut
Remember, nothing’s as hard as procrastination to procrastinate
Oh but, boss, it’s insane for the two of us to fight,
You’re so far gooned, you’re so far bloody gooned
I got a passenger reporting, “Move somewhere I can see you.”
Oh, biding time. For what, biding time?
Now see now, man, I told you: I seen this all before
And if the coast is clear, I’m certain that we could get there when we’re dry…
Lying on your back, sore, too much to take
Oh you write such nasty letters to horns within your head
I find myself entranced in every moment we can justify
As someone else’s fault
These songs I sing in someone else’s voice
I got a typical delusion, I’m someone else’s Christ.
Say something. Quit stallin’! Please say something!
Your heart must not stop pumpin’, crawling along the floor
And if I catch a suntan again,
Or my hands begin to wrinkle,
It’s a good time for me
To be somebody and somewhere
And I might mind the attention,
I could have the best intentions if we both try
Lost in the recognizance of my own eyes
Lost in the recognizance of my own eyes
I’m not certain we can get there.
But I’m willing.
Feeling comfortable in my own skin
Doesn’t have to fare so fuckin’ fruitless
Of course I‘m terrified
But it’s only the thoughts that I got,
And the lid upon my head somehow lets the air out
Enough for me to be somebody somewhere,
To be free - to be somebody somewhere
To be me – I’m certain that we could get there
Get up off your knees boy!
You’re so far gooned, you’re so far fuckin’ gooned
I got a passenger reporting, “Move somewhere I can see you.”
Oh, biding time... Quit stallin’! Please say something!
Your heart must not stop pumpin’, crawling along the floor
As long as we could get there…
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3. |
Old Familiar Warnings
03:16
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All lined up like wolves on the road through the fog of what began as an early morning war
Holdin my breath, we were holding our heads in our hands in the air of old familiar warnings
Witness to the evil bald eagles overhead, hell I haven't laid eyes on a dove in a long long time
Well there'll never be peace by a god or by man, and freedom's locked down in a bomb-proof can
All we alive are waiting on you to set the precedent
All we alive been waitng on you for a long long time
Now raisin' my fists only raises my temperature, never ever raisin' any awareness between your ears
And certainly sittin' stoned criticizin' your principles I could hardly be aware of anything between my ears
But if I could change myself, I could change my family, in turn change community, and influence the whole damn world
And failing that I'll run naked, flag in my hand through the streets and the radiowaves with a brand new song
All we alive are waiting on you to set the precedent
All we alive are waitng on you for a long long time
No more pupetteering presidential bucchaneering coke credentials playing on fictitious weapons buried in the CIA
One'd think you'd know better, listening in on people's chatter, tapping into colour coded schemes
Here and there, everywhere troops are deployed, Lady Liberty lost her virginity a long long time ago
Holdin my breath, we're still holding our heads in our hands in th air of old familiar warnings
All we alive are waiting on you to set the precedent
All we alive been waitng on you for a long long time
All we alive are waiting on you to kill the president
All we alive been waitng on you, yeah for a long long time
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In cold blood I relay my savage sins,
Through kindness and virtue I cannot speak against
The man I was ain't who I am, or at least I keep him under wraps
As well as I can to function as a man
Now it's too nice a day to be pissin on it
We can both agree it would be me the first one to admit
For once at least half of my head is beginning to make sense
I feel so alone just sittin' inside o'me
Supposedly my stinkin' thoughts been wastin' our time
I think my problem was simply thinkin' in the first place
Oh, things could go so much better if I could turn off my head
Somehow settle for this here lingerin' radio
Along this low, long, lone ramblin' road
Well they only scratched the surface 'til I bled
And the histories of bleeding men I walked out with in my hand
Drip droppin' blood I reached out for the only thing I loved
Someone else's cigarettes and a bottle o'debt
Yeah that's the way my stinkin' thoughts been wastin' our time
I knew my problem wasn't really drinkin' in the first place
My love for taste testing every little thing would surely be the death of me
If only somebody didn't first beat me to the punch
On this low, long, lone ramblin' road
Who knows how long it took for the day to dawn?
Though there seems to be these little subtleties that prove to me he's not far gone
There's an underlying current that could anytime become riptide
Hope my hitch moors us securely to the shore
Well, all these things I ever said and done add up to me
It don't puzzle me so much anymore when I think about him
Well, I should say it doesn't bother me until he rears his ugly stick
He starts dancin' jigs and reels inside my head
And whose nose, how long, he'll stick around before I shoot him down
I'm certainly always lookin' forward to the next trip
Oh things we seen coulda been so much worse if I didn't have the lessons first
And some tips and tricks to handle all the thirst
On this low, long, lone ramblin' road
On this low, long, lone ramblin' road
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5. |
If I Could Go On
03:50
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There's some dark spots in life that you will come to know along the way
I hope you get the thoughts I'm sendin' out as radiowaves for your road trip in space
If you were to have one wish what would it be little darlin', I s'pose you'd wanna dance awhile
Bet if I queried you'd have nothin' to say but
I didn't know if I could go on...
One minute you're fine, and next thing you know the car's flippin' its' top, or you're on a bridge
Or maybe you're stormin' through a blizzard wearin' nothin' at all, or pissin' yourself passed out in the kitchen
No wonder its white and they hid all the knives, in case you wanna dance awhile
Disorders make us normal anyhow
I didn't know if I could go on...
When all signs are pointing you towards nothing at all
Stand tall and shake yourself, stead fast and brace yourself, lock in your 'biners, make sure ya don't fall
It's best that you shed off all the skin before it grows too callous, if you're gonna stay awhile
It's better than gettin' stone cold or locked away
I didn't know if I could go on...
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6. |
When Lights Go Dim
02:51
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I often watch my castles fade when the water comes in
Cleaving under pressure, all that delicate sand
Trembling from exhaustion, my not so delicate hands
I'm sick of creepin' through the tidal waves, I'm fixin' to wade right in
A fixture on this lonely beach, an institution without whim
Will I let the Bay of Fundy swallow me or will I take it for a swim?
Often times unexpected stale feelings resurrected
I find myself once again in search of geographic fixes,
Even though I know it's only my behaviour that needs adjustment within
That silver spooned son-of-a-bitch, I swore I'd never be like him
Chasin' for the sun like anyone, anyone with his pants on fire
Often times unexpected stale feelings resurrected
And I find myself once again in search of geographic fixes,
Even though I know it's only my behaviour that needs adjustment within
Do I feel Sault Ste. Marie, or is it Buffalo, Wyoming?
It's just that I hate not knowin' what's around the bend...
I'm tuckered out from all my sins,
Petersburg when the lights go dim,
Always thinkin' to sink my teeth into your skin again
Could somebody try to explain to me how the world don't revolve around my head
So wrong, nice to meet you
And I was so wrong, nice to meet you
And now it's so long, nice to meet you!
When lights go dim,
Yeah, when lights go dim
Woot woot!
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7. |
Sun Shone
03:06
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The sun shone for me today,
I find it amazes me,
How far we can see past the shades of gray,
It's wonderful, how wonderful…
Think I've figured it out,
Fit the cubes in the circular holes and then let it all out, out
Cast away all your doubts.
Well it’s part of me now,
It’s part of me
Oh it’s part o' me now,
It’s part o' me.
A breeze blew for me today,
Knocked me far beyond complacency,
Toppled all of my trees, so that far past the forest I could see, all is wonderful.
I guess I'm not so fucked after all.
Fit the words in the verse, began to reverse the cursed conspiracy.
I was foolish not to listen, with my conscience in remission
No more days to spend itchin',
No more days to spend scratchin',
Suckin' rocks on the bottom,
Well I’ve blown through the surface
I’m cruisin', I’m groovin’, you know I’m coastin' along
One moment at a time, one moment at a time
Well it’s part of me now (The sun shone for me today)
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8. |
Anomie
03:23
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I remember the way you scoffed when I said that I like to get high
Of course you know how hard it is to cope when nothing around seems to profess a point
Well, maybe it's been all a dream my friend
Don't we all disappear in the end?
Could that be all there is to this, that I am my own man?
When I saw you slipping away I should have said something but what could I say?
I'm just as messed up as you boy, so how could I be worthy and suggest that you change?
Let's take a trip through the wall tonight
We won't go far, straight to the point
Where everything's all right I'm not afraid to go out this way, and that's all that matters
It's so damned hard to sit with you, now, it s just like I' d never known you at all before
Of course we've been apart some time, b'ys, but shouldn't we be able to continue on course?
Maybe we could all get down again in a St. Johnny jam spot and take it all in,
See if it would feel the same as if, as if we never parted...
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9. |
C'est ce Matin
02:26
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God sold me a ticket on a ride that don't really befit
I'm on a sun donned plane in the deep blue sea - I should be mindin' my own business
Well, I bought my dimes for a penny a piece, I been suckin' on lemons ever since
C'est ce matin, il y a ces sentiments
It's this morning, there's these feelings - got me speakin' the local languages
Through a smoke filled red lit lounge armed with papers and low brow images
Well it's so cool in the underground, but my wool frock coat is all I need,
And this old sick string guitar, and maybe a cigarette, and some Mary Jane.
It's this morning, there's these feelings
It's this morning, there's these feelings
It's this morning, there's these feelings
It's this morning, there's these, yeah there's these....
It's this morning, there's these feelings
It's this morning, there's these, yeah there's these....
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I will light a match this mornin', so I don't feel alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon that will be gone
I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
I will make my way, through, one more day in hell...
How much difference does it make
I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make
I'll swallow poison, until i grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference does it make
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Bomb Waterman Newfoundland and Labrador
Singer/songwriter in St. John's, NL, Canada.
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