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Modern Times
04:11
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It's been winter time for a long old while,
Electricity Bill's gone and given up the fight,
And I'd be happy to be feeling fine,
All the truths I've told have turned to lies,
In these modern times.
This whole city is made of new paint,
The sunlight slips through the cracks in my headache,
I've been sleeping on Memorial Park benches,
Just trying to see what I bought with the hours I've been spending.
I've been living on the library steps,
Just trying to see what I bought, what move I make next,
And you keep saying I can't keep living like this,
Well come on darling, no shit.
In these modern times.
In these modern times,
A man's gotta keep his feet to the ground,
In these modern times,
A man's gotta drink his whiskey down,
In these modern times,
A man's gotta learn to toe the line,
In these modern times,
A man's gotta learn, learn to survive.
I've got money bleeding my out of my pocket,
You could count everything I own on one hand if you wanted,
And I don't know if the suns coming round,
I guess it'll come up, then it'll go down,
On these modern times.
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I was woke by thunder crashing,
I was woke by gods I don't believe in battling,
I dreamed of sunshine smiling,
All my dreams turn to lies in the morning.
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I don't plan to eat too much today,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I don't plan to stay,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I won't be here long,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
Soon I'll be gone.
She wore a dress down to her steps,
She was above the back and forth,
The back and forth, the back and forth of Brunswick.
She was above your petty city states,
She pulled you up by your bootheels to your best,
To your place.
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I don't plan to eat too much today,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I don't plan to stay,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I won't be here long,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
It's just a song.
And the birds don't sing for her round here,
The birds don't dress for her round here, round here,
The birds don't dance for her round here, round here.
She died on their wedding day,
They moved out of the city to the suburb,
That's where they stayed.
The cameras crashed anyway,
We'll be moving all along some day.
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I don't plan to eat too much today,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I don't plan to stay,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
I don't eat too much today,
Don't put too much down for me darling,
Just ask me to stay.
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3. |
Gone
04:32
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I'm leaving, I am gone,
I'm taking the first high tide in the morning.
And Dublin, is shining in the pouring rain,
It's seagulls singing with buskers down old badly drawn alleyways,
Dublin is a drunken Workmans dream,
Dublin is an old pair of shoes I've worn down to the heel.
I'm leaving, I am gone,
I'm taking the first high tide in the morning.
If I drown, let me drown off the coast of Liscannor,
If I die, let me die with the Atlantic in my lungs,
And I'll stand, in the cold cold waters,
I'll die at the on edge of the world.
I'm leaving, I am gone,
I'm taking the first high tide in the morning.
And I miss my friends, I miss the drink,
I miss the way they used to curse at me,
And I miss my friends, I miss the drink,
I miss the way they never felt the need,
To ask why a poor boy felt the need to leave.
I'm leaving, I am gone,
I'm taking the first high tide in the morning.
I'm leaving, I am gone,
I'm taking the first plane this evening.
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Fairytale Blues #3
02:32
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It was a long time ago in a book or fairytale,
It was a long time ago in a book or fairytale,
You're a princess in a castle,
I'm just a prince trying to get laid.
I tried to be charming, I tried to charm you,
Oh I tried to be charming, be a prince for you,
But I'm as charming as a toad,
And you only kiss frogs don't you.
The three blind mice, they're all singing the blues,
Oh the three blind mice, they're all singing the blues,
They can't see each other,
But in the dark that don't matter to me and you.
La Belle Dame sans Merci, she says she's true,
Oh la Belle Dame sans Merci,
Spends her nights with the other knights too,
Well I'm no Keats but,
I'd write a thousand odes to you.
Cinderella, Thumbellina, and Snow White too,
Oh Cinderella, Thumbellina and that pale bitch too,
They're all chasing after me,
But when you smile, they all get the blues.
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5. |
The Trail
03:37
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We were running through the forest,
With the wolves at our tail,
We were hungry they were hungry,
They'd be chasing us for days.
The moon began to howl,
And we heard the wolves sing,
Just trying to make it back to town,
Before it started snowing.
The wind kisses our clothes,
I don't think we'll make it home,
We could lay down in the snow,
And give our bodies to wolves.
Every night she came by,
All teeth and smiles,
The way she moved, the way she grooved,
She led our dogs to die.
They danced with her,
Out into the night,
Everything you train, you've made,
Will some day go wild.
Henry could take no more,
He went and got his gun,
Took our last silver rounds,
Back the way we'd come.
I heard gunshots,
I heard them turn to howls,
Sun sets in the west,
And I head on south.
The wind kisses our clothes,
I don't think we'll make it home,
We could lay down in the snow,
And give our bodies to wolves.
That night despite the cold,
I made my fingers move,
As the wolves gathered closer,
The closer shadows grew.
The only light were wolves eyes,
And then i saw, I knew,
So I turned,
And I howled at the moon.
The wind kisses our clothes,
I don't think we'll make it home,
My blood it stains the snow
I give my body to wolves.
I give my body to wolves.
I give my body to wolves.
The wolves, the wolves, the wolves the wolves,
The wind, the war, the world, the wolves.
I give my body to the wolves,
I give my body to the wolves,
I give my body to the wolves.
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6. |
Station
03:44
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So I'm singing at the station,
I don't know which way is home,
And she always leaves me waiting,
So I stumble blindly back home.
My words they keep escaping,
I don't have any paper to my name,
And when I wake up in the morning,
Nothing sounds the same.
Oh my wheels they are not spinning,
My legs begin to ache,
All my friends they are sleeping,
At least I know I'm awake.
And I think I might be dying,
My brain, my brain is fried,
My head is spinning,
All I have left is my pride.
So I'm singing at the station,
I don't know which way is home,
She always leaves me waiting,
So I stumble blindly back home.
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