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The End / Whatever
02:43
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Never Never Never Stop
Oh Never Never Never
Never Never Never Stop
Oh Never Never Never
Never Never Never Stop
Oh Never Never Never
Never Never Never Stop
Oh Never Never Never
And maybe you'll know where you've been
and come out of the the woods,
The End
The End
The End
The End
The End
The End
The End
Whatever
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2. |
Brother
03:10
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How many How many
Rattlesnaking reasons kept you from that tomorrow that you just squinted shut and
Now Imma Now Imma
Measuring in seasons, measuring in summers and the colors of your truck
You were just a baby with a cotton head
Hoard your planes of balsa-wood in the burnt out shed, now you're
Fist fulla waters and cypress greens and you
Only want tomorrows and the things I seen.
Cycling, Hyper you never found Jesus
But who am I to tell you how the world gon' crack
Straight shooting dollars, you spend em where you pleases
your heart't in blues and purples but you don't look back
You are still a badger with a lion's mane
Build your dams and bridges where the river came and it
Washed and it lost all the shit you built around you but
Damned if you don't fix it with your tape and square.
How you gonna row with your palace waiting
How you gonna row with that load of shale
How you gonna find where the water will take you
towing home your sister so you can't hoist sail
You my friend you my friend
that I don't speak to in English, but love you just as wordless where the wind can't cut
Family's a feeling, it's bottomless and thing-less and
when the flood I'll help you keep the door slam shut.
No body knows where the road will take you
No body knows if the road'll come
Hope is a whisper of shrewd speculation
You board the raft you carry then the tide's gonna come and
Back to the valley to the burnt out plain
Back to Catahoula Parish or the Ivory Shore
Back to the chorus
Back from whence you came
Back to sucking on the sap around the apple core
Hoisting high a shovel like a native spear
Back to taking pencil tally of the things you hear in the
Dark wrestling tree frogging nights of light and splendor
and talking awful quiet by the cypress shore
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3. |
Foxes
03:57
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Friend, I have lost us
Mechanized, tossed us out
and sold for a cloud
Where herons don't slumber
Kept in their numbered hearts
Split half poles apart.
Fox in the parlor singing something at Vesuvius, he lives, he's an arbor in a skeleton of suits til now and Why
Why
Why
Why's I trusted with kindle and flame
I hurt the hands like a brick would, like a prick would
Like a wing-cycle icy cocoon
Like a shark bite
and one day, you're a stingray
And I love you I love you you're gone
Beats only watching
Notes notch their own souls out
In paper and grout
Warm one in winter
Kept in my suit and rubbed hot when I worry
Held fast in my armory
High as the crimson shore
That rages no more
Fox in the flat bed, he's thumbing for a ride somewhere away from his bunk head and no one understands why he's around
ah
ah
Why's I trusted with silver and stone
Ay, why's I gilded and carted before it started
Like a night watching tundra goes pink and won't bloom
like the sound did, tho unfounded
I received you, believed you
I'm wrong
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4. |
Six Years
03:55
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Behind the old brick wall
Where Arlington meets South Main
I drew a map to God
And Nobody prayed for rain
Nobody knew the difference and
Nobody knew my name
I drew a map and winter came.
Grandaddy worked on planes
and smelled like a Denver pine
Barreling down the interstate in Lakeshore's silty mud
I'm 6 years old and I know love
(oh oh oh)
( a b c d e f g h i j k l m n oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Kept in a willow tree
written on shoelace ties
marrying 5 or 3 good boys
rescuing fireflies
I drew a map to Arkansas and I made a sequin glove
I'm 6 years old and I know love
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5. |
Heartbeat
04:07
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Angel in the corner gotta whisper just to keep him like a fever like a flourish like a soldier ivy creeping underneath my door
maybe I won't cry no more
Hush so I can hear him soft his shoes and tuned his ear to birds and otters dogs and bees who leap and holler crash and boom and shine some silver light
maybe they'll stay tonight
Nobody knows where the heartbeat'll take you
Nobody knows but it pumps all the same
Wrap me in silver shadow
Sing with me one last time
Don't talk about tomorrow
Reason, recall, rewind
Following the thread I see the dead in all the corners like a trail of living blue that plants a moon over the tub and tries to hold me tight
Maybe it'll be alright
Whatchoo gonna fold with the paper
Whatchoo gonna paint with the spear
It's all too narrow close to marrow close to bone
it's just you on your own
Nobody knows what ghost's gonna name you
Nobody knows but you're here all the same
Nobody knows where the heartbeat'll take you
ba boom
ba boom
ba boom
You be a silver shadow
Sing with me one last time
Don't talk about tomorrow
Reason, recall, rewind
Ages and pages and ghost light
Weasels'll screech their songs
Joy is the only birthright
There can't be nothing wrong
There can't be nothing wrong
There can't be nothing wrong
There can't be nothing wrong
There can't be nothing wrong.
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