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Cigarette Tree
03:45
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see the field. it's far away,
through the houses, by the cigarette tree.
see the tree. it's dancing high,
with birds and leaves and cigarettes for all my...
i see my friends. they dance around.
i'd never see them if i didn't come to town.
god forbid they come see me,
but having friends like that would be too easy.
see the field. it's gone away,
through the houses, past the cigarette tree.
see the wind. it's in the sky,
with birds and rain and cigarette smoke every...
maybe we could spend some time
drinking up the town until we die.
let me get it's only right.
we'll shut this baby down when they close tonight.
but you won't stay.
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different.better.more
03:36
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here's a song for us to sing to you,
for us to sing to you.
you can sing it, too.
you can sing it, too.
i try to do it in just the right way when i hang my head.
that way everyone knows
i wish i were dead.
i try to shake it up, but it's all been said,
and it's all been done.
i've seen this before.
be something different.
be something better.
be something more.
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3. |
Transit
03:12
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they did cartwheels
from the stone wall of the park
in the early morning dark.
four a.m. had come so far.
they'd been kicked out of the bar,
so they wandered under stars,
'cause the trains weren't running.
empty bottles mean they stayed
up all morning, and they played
easy color drinking games
about knowing all their names
as they sing, as they sing on tv.
imagining paparazzi on the roof
taking candid photos of you.
they did pinwheels
from the stone wall of the park
in the early morning dark.
four a.m. had come so far.
they'd been kicked out of the bar,
so they wandered under stars
'cause the trains weren't running.
imagining paparazzi on the roof
taking candid photos of you.
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4. |
When I Was Young
03:52
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when i was a young boy,
i scratched my days with ink.
i thought, "when i get to the future,
i don't want to know how i think."
well, i forgot how to think.
and i've tried to remember the days
that weren't as bad as they seemed.
when i was a young girl,
i marked my days in pen.
i wanted to be able to look back,
to see where i'd been.
well, i know where i've been.
and i've tried to forget all the days
when i felt as bad as i did.
when i was a young child,
i drove myself mad
to try and remember
to remember the good and the bad.
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5. |
rrose hips
01:10
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i've been drinking every single day
but it won't go away.
i've been sleeping less every day.
i start to fade away,
and things won't go my way.
i wish i could say
that things will work one day.
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6. |
Ghost Family
05:09
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we're a ghost family
cause i don't think we seem like what we're supposed to be.
are you ever coming home?
if we're in love, then why i am here all alone?
we're a ghost family.
are we wed, or am i supposed to be somebody else?
you said you're sorry for killing me.
i said, "i did it to myself.
i stuck around."
i'm not aware i was supposed to be somebody else.
you said you never wanted me.
i said, "that's not the way it felt."
i guess i shut my eyes.
so i shut my eyes
and there, i saw:
she said, "goodbye."
i said, "fine. i don't need you around."
she said, "sorry."
i said, "why? i don't need you around."
i don't need you around.
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there he goes,
all ears and bag legs
and california eggs.
i'm down the hole.
i'm falling like a leaf.
i'm fine until i try to sleep,
but then the day keeps stretching on.
so, here i go.
i drank the small juice.
i'm smaller than my shoes.
i can't get out.
i'm stuck inside the house.
i was smaller than a mouse.
i swear i've grown.
i ate the side of the 'shroom,
and now i'm bigger than the room,
and now the day keeps stretching on.
we've seen days better than this.
if i could gather a kiss
from her
i wouldn't go to the bottom of the well.
i'm ringing like a bell.
i met the queen.
the most lovely that i've seen.
she was red and she was mean
to me only.
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8. |
Too Small To Pray For
03:20
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you will turn and walk away.
you've found nothing here for you to stay.
nothing.
you will have to choose one day.
you can either have all of me or nothing.
we've found my bank
too small today go,
but that doesn't mean my lines are gonna fade.
we've found my front door
too small to pray for,
but that doesn't mean my friends are gonna change.
there is no one left to blame.
we already know that you will change for nothing.
we've found my car
to gone to go far,
but that doesn't mean the roads are gonna fade.
we've found my door
too small to pray for,
but that doesn't mean my friends are gonna change.
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9. |
Find Away
03:12
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all tires and wind noise,
like a sigh,
and because the road's nearby
it's a lonely time of night.
but you can keep me company
as i'm walking up the road.
there's a place i want to go,
or would you rather drive me?
if i could find a way to come see you...
i'll bring the painting
if you will bring the wheel.
you could sleep for years
to know you'd have to drive me.
but you tell me it's wonderful,
that you've never seen as good,
just like i knew you would
because you always lie to me.
if i could find a way to come see you,
i wouldn't lose the fight
and all i'm working for.
i haven't talked to you for days and days,
because i know you never listen anyway,
but i won't give up on all that we could do.
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10. |
turnabout is fairplay
01:42
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it finally caught up to him,
the way that he was.
"you sleep around, you'll find that someone tells."
it finally caught up to him,
the things that he'd done.
"you jump from love to love and hope for one."
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11. |
it's been decades
01:24
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it's taken me ten-thousand years to learn to be wise.
things are easier if you don't open your eyes.
and when everything hurts you the most, i've found,
is when you beg me to find you a ghost and send him down
to find you
and keep you.
it's taken me ten-thousand years to learn to be wise.
you've been here twenty-five, but you won't open your eyes.
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someday down the road:
we can sing as we travel and never be heard.
we can speak to the people and not say a word.
we can sleep through the winter and never get cold.
we can live for a lifetime and never grow old.
we'll see mothers and fathers choose daughters or sons.
the whole world will be trembling under your gun.
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13. |
Paper and Bone
04:37
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i need a brother to teach me to swim,
one with a sister with paper for skin,
and when we hit the water, i'll try not to shake
when i see the paper fall from her face.
we'll catch it on camera when my brother cries,
and the light from the flashbulb will burn out our eyes,
and the gospel of adam will lead us to rome,
just me and my sister, paper and bone.
and the eternal city is covered in rust.
it's falling to pieces. it's turning to dust.
but we'll keep our heads down. we'll keep our mouths shut.
we'll laugh if we have to. we'll cry if we must.
at the top of the stairway, she'll tell me the news.
"rome is on fire, so you gotta choose:
you can kiss me on new year's and float into space,
or dance in the fire and further the race."
millions of people will gather around
to watch me and my sister burn to the ground.
the sinners from tulsa will all stand and laugh
at me and my sister, covered in ash.
and the eternal city is covered in rust.
it's falling to pieces. it's turning to dust.
but we'll keep our heads down. we'll keep our mouths shut.
we'll laugh if we have to. we'll cry if we must.
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an evil spirit came for me.
i climbed into the nearest tree.
i said, "i will change the weather.
i will change the weather."
but he said, "it's alright, though you're gonna die."
"it's alright," he said, "though you're gonna be dead.
we're all gonna be dead."
the holy spirit came to me
and rode me out into the sea.
i said, "i could never get there.
i could never get there."
but he said, "it's alright, though you're gonna die."
"it's alright," he said, "though you're gonna be dead.
we're all gonna be dead."
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Brine Webb Norman, Oklahoma
"Haunting melancholy, covered in a coat of drunken optimism. The simplicity of his lyrics defy the complexity of all they
imply. Webb is a writer of desperate honesty and brilliant truth."
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