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Places That I Go
03:14
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I'm going to take my baby down
I'm going to take my baby 'round
I'm going to take my baby down
To the places that I go
I'm going to show her colors
I'm going to show her light
I'll carve out her brains
With my fingers and my toes
The night will be my bubble
The night will be my shield
I will tear down the covers
and the colors will be revealed
I'll turn nightmare into bone
Turn red smoke into a stone
I'll bring sleep unto the battlefield
as her tongue unbinds a winged moan
There are many lampless streets
Lined with chains and broken feet
Watch your back and be discreet
These are the places that I go
The night is tossed with salt
It rains brine and it rains Baal
You've reached the mother load of horrors
These are the places that I go
The demon babies are rolling
and the moss is made of men
and in all these nooks and cracks
are the places that I go
When the black ice rivers
Rise up and overflow
You will find my heart an ember
Amongst the places that I go
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Hell Is Just Too Small
04:31
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Hell Is Just Too Small
I still hear the roll of the drums
The bugle sounding the charge
I want to scream and holler
But Hell is just too small
I've become a muddy thing
The thunder splits my head
I want to stand up tall
But Hell is just too small
I scratch my filthy eyes
Right out of their sockets
At the sound of my siren's call
But hell is just too small
I jump and I fall right down
I scratch and I scream and ball
I pound my bloody paws
But hell is just too small
I will claw and dig my way out
With my sword and my shield
And the world will stand in awe of
When hell was just too small
They will write books of my deeds
Children upon children will read
They'll etch in stone a new law
If I can tear down these walls
But hell is just too small
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Sometimes I put my hair up
So the light can shine in my face
And sometimes when I'm lonely
I wish a needle to be back in place
Wax cutter out in the wind
Break through a ball and chain
And sometimes I put my hair up
And all of the tears in the world
Can't grind me into a pearl
Nighttime descends quickly
While I'm out bumming for a light
Ever learning the nearness of condone and condemn
As the night pin cushions the firmament
And sometimes I put my hair up
Oh, it never was that boy was it, girl
Or all the joy and pain in this whole damned world
To be in love with love
Is to be a diving dove
Don't bring me my boots and saddle
All these desperados make my head rattle
And sometimes I put my hair up
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Some people will push you, try to control you
Hold you down, under the ground
They will terrorize you, scandalize you
And even enjoy watching you drown
Time and space is a mind bending thing
But this place just does not seem built for me
I pine for home amongst the stars and gas and galaxies
Seems I belong on another planet, back and forth in another century
World you owe me nothing, but neither do I owe you
I'll use this red light within my soul to sharpen my tools
Through time, through space, my spirit it has wondered
So, sail on, sail on, my little honey bee
Til my body can catch up with thee
I live my life one step behind my body
Like I'm watching it all unfold on TV
I watch myself, but at last I cannot stop myself
from wreaking havoc on the likes of you and me
I've seen the records, the evidence, and I have seen the proof
That I was born here but I'm sorry I got bad knees
So I look up into the sky and find it does not hold me down
Instead it dangles there like a carrot or a dominatrix tease
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The Throne
05:10
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6. |
Gonna Lose My Mind
02:40
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All I got is my mattress on the floor
Oh baby, my cock don't need you no more
Bottles of pills and these powders and 'shrooms
Oh, my Lord Jesus'll need and really big broom
Sitting in my basement snorting lines of cocaine
My life's in a spin I'm just trying to ease the pain
Girls ain't calling it's been a terrible year
It's either starvation or Thanksgiving my dear
Empty beer cans collecting by the door
Don't look like I can afford no more
Looks like it's gonna be a pretty shitty day
If I were you, man, I would stay away
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Well his name it was William and he was an odd little pill
He had these scars that ran down his left arm that gave us little kids the chills
He liked to kick the dried up cow paddies as he'd walk across our farm
And his eyes they were dark and they were red and they were blank like the planks of our barn
Sir William worked down at the snow cone stand
Where in the summer heat all the pretty little girlies would meet
And, Marie McDaniel she was the preachers kid
But, she never laughed at crazy odd old Bill like all you other kids did
"How's your grandmother?" she'd ask him with a smile
But, he'd just grunt and groan and gaze at her a little while
Marie McDaniel she was last seen down by Sir William's Snow Cone Stand
In her green softball jersey talking to her strange, odd old friend
Now Sir William he was arrested on Labor Day and sentenced to die by the next Memorial Day
But, he never confessed to these sins, he never even spoke again
He just drew in his sketch book these sketches of his snow cone stand
Now it's seven years later and the McDaniel's they've moved away from town
Crazy old Bill he's been forgotten and the town has settled right back down
And now it's back to usual, little boys they dress dolls and little girls they play ball
And Sir William's Snow Cone Stand is now a mini-mall
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Emily Anne
05:41
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Emily Anne you have hold of my heart
Emily Anne you're the one to tear me apart
Your crooked smile whenever you look my way
Tells me you love me but then you turn away
That look in your eyes, babe, is what it is
You're here one minute, but then something gives
Back to your momma's arms is what it is
Emily Anne your heart's too pure and free
But Emily Anne how about some room for me
Your momma's arms they are so strong
And everyone tells me that loving you is wrong
Emily Anne I love you that's true
But Emily Anne what am I to do
How is it that you can treat me so cruel
To twist me and tear me and turn me into a fool
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9. |
Death Letter Blues
03:25
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10. |
City Of Fools
03:09
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n this city of fools
And thieves and decent folks
Where do I go
When I need a place to go
I'll see you in our dreams
Above all of these plastic street
Made for decent folks
When you need a place to go
Hold on tight to my hand
Put your ear up to this can
And listen very close
When you need a place to go
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