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Intro
00:22
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2. |
Class
02:37
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Ya honey I've got class
And maybe you need to learn
To raise your hand
To wait your turn
Take a little time
Try to learn my plan
Let's work together
Won't cha be my man?
Cause I go to work to support myself
And when I come home at night
I've got no need to be cookin beans
For a man who don't do right
I've never carried a gun
I don't see the point
But you can keep your arms
I'm gonna keep my joint
And you can drive your truck
And I'm gonna ride in your truck
O we're young and in love
We don't give a fuck
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3. |
Cowboy Rhapsody
03:59
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I wear a red ring on my pinky
To keep the ghost away
But when the howling interrupts my thinking
I remember why I pray
It's a ghost town kind of city
But everyone looks so clean
The women all are pretty
But they're haunted underneath
I'm not one for superstitions
Ain't much of a drinker
But I do love beer and coffee and tea
There's plenty for me
And I step over the crack at the floor of the elevator
Maybe I'm afraid of heights
And when I travel sometimes I don't sleep at night
I just sing that
I am alone and I am looking for a place to go
I don't have much money but I've sure got a lot to show
I've got tea from Mississippi and I've got wine from Southern France
I've got a voice that ain't quite pretty and two feet that can't quite dance
Have you been to Oklahoma?
It's the land of bright red wounds
I want a big ole house with lots of land
And a view for the oil boom
I want bedsheets made of velvet
For my girl with satin skin
I want an angel up in heaven to drink away my sin
And it would slur its Hallelujahs
And fly in curly Q's
And it would always be remembered as the guardian angel of booze
And start singing
I saved your soul with all this drinking from my bowl
The blood of all our saviors babe the blood that makes me whole
One for all your lying
Two for your Achilles rage
The pearly gates are saloon doors there's a piano and a stage
And maybe after hanging round with jet right out of here
Or maybe I can stay a while I hear the weather's fine
And the team's supposed to have a helluva year
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4. |
She Tells Me
03:29
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She tells me that I'm her man
But she won't even hold my hand
Smokin in the middle of a storm
Just to keep her fingers warm
She asks me for a cup of tea
But never says, 'Baby, put your arms around me.'
She's always makin me do all of the dishes
Just tellin me (tellin me) that 'I ain't no missus!'
She tells me that I'm her man
But she won't even hold my hand
Smokin in the middle of a storm
Just to keep her fingers warm
If you speak stupid or ill she's gonna set you right
That's why I love her, cause she's smart and kind
Ya I'm a sensitive guy in a rocknroll band
And baby I just want to hold your
She tells me that I'm her man
But she won't even hold my hand
Smokin in the middle of a storm
Just to keep her fingers warm
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5. |
Move Slow
05:15
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Move slow you're going too fast
Move slow
I know you've been in one place for too long
But it's time to pack up and go so don't think you're special
Move slow
You go so fast when you fly
Oh why don't you stay a while?
So I can get down with the physics of you
Your sense of time is condensed
Your logic doesn't make sense
And it's harder to put you down
Than to pick you up
I used to know how to keep up
I used to know the feelin
Time bouncing off of me
Moments to sweep up later
But I haven't kept track of the dust in the corners
And something is bothering my sense of order
So I guess that won't work anymore
I don't even care if you stay or you leave
Cause all that I want is a more constant speed to things
So I can soak in the physics of you
Just give me something to hold on to
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6. |
Sometimes
03:49
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Sometimes I sing about getting older
Sometimes I sing about the 4th of July
And though my favorite songs have changed
All of them can always make me cry
Sometimes I run to keep me healthy
Sometimes I run into your arms
I'll never run out of my love
For those who keep me out of harm
Sometimes I pray for sheets of rain
Sometimes I pray that the sun will shine all day
And that the night will never fall
But mostly I don't pray at all
I always try to keep a gladness in my heart
But so many times my world just falls apart
Ya the moon disappears and I don't hear the birds in the morning
Is this a warning? Is this the end?
Is this the end?
Is this the end?
And in the end is it really over?
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7. |
Harp Intro
01:00
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8. |
Comedrink
04:07
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The tapestry unfurls in the storied hall,
a vision of our time
kept on display for kings and beggars.
A pageant of light proceeds through the hall of dreams
Giving it all they've got, the magi and the magistrate
call ritualistically, they call,
"Come now, drink this potion.
It will cure you of question."
Cut into stone, the truth is hidden deep,
hidden deep or
maybe just underneath (who knows) the surface lies
a secret so severe, it haunts the world.
Listen! Close at hand is the word of power.
Power lurks.
Power lurks beneath the mantle,
with the marrow of the earth. It lurks so,
Come now, drink its poisoned waters.
It will cure you of question.
Come now, drink my poison.
It will cure you of question.
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9. |
Where You Wanna Go
03:28
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Your woman gets her legs from the sock hop,
and your arms are the best jukeboxes in these hick bars.
I can tell you that someone will warble for you when you die,
turning the stereo up in their postered bedroom.
Cowskins hang from all your head-bobbing babes
their hair paraded in Mustangs. You’ve got these sidling infantile blondies
and headstrong sirens draped upon your slumping shoulders.
I can tell that someone will cover for you when the pills go missing and you with them.
It’s hard to see these tiny waists and skinny ties
and not see the singular way one arm drapes around another’s body.
But when you’re six feet deep a woman will still cream for you on the radio.
It’s easy: Vodka poured over your plugged-in guitar.
Elvis’s Pelvis ain’t got nothin’ on yours
Those cigarette-leg jeans silhouette each leg in black denim.
I can tell that death won’t stop you in your tracks.
Sipping martini after martini, tossing glass after glass
in a frantic attempt to get better with time.
I might tell you that one more drink won’t make it better.
But one more drink will get you where you want to go
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10. |
Ophelia
00:20
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Ophelia
Ophelia
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11. |
Moon
04:49
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Moon, oh moon, sweet moon
Hover closer to me
Oh moon, sweetest moon
I can feel your gravity
The water's rough
but not enough
to keep me from getting to you, moon
Ladder up
Earth is down
Suddenly I'm turned around
Oh moon, oh moon,
Oh moon, oh moon
Almost there
I'm in the air
Reel me in, don't let me go
Earth is up,
My moon below
spinning round from head to toe
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12. |
Sometimes (Mostly)
02:48
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Sometimes I'm a shit
Like a really big shit
But other times I'm pretty cool
And awesome sauce
Sometimes I'm pretty funny
But sometimes I'm not that funny
And I don't make sense
Mostly I'm really lazy and unmotivated
But sometimes I'm very efficient and goal-oriented
Sometimes I feel real good
But can overdo it
Sometimes I feel bad for myself
Overall I think things are pretty okay
The future's a little scary but it's coming at us either way
I'm not sure where things are going
But there are some neat options
I feel good about it, mostly
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