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Typus
02:46
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Remington 1932,
there is nothing wrong with you.
Portable Model No. 5,
I am more and more alive.
New ink, old keys.
There is no where that I cannot go with these
Paper ticket, paper train,
paper rider, paper track,
and paper steam
There are sounds that I have only heard on tape.
And there is tape that marks the page without delay.
Hey
I'll hold to you no matter what it takes.
Fresh thoughts, stale smell.
It warms a solemn heart and makes us well.
We're breaking laws, breaking nails,
bruising fingertips, and twisting up tales.
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2. |
Cryptids
04:40
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If you come up here to me,
through the bramble, through the trees,
I will tell how.
But if you're trying to make a buck,
I'm 'a tell you, you're out of luck,
and you can get out.
So if you wanna know where I've gone to,
come and see.
But if you find something to belong to,
don't blame me.
Gone up to the mountainside.
Gone up to find a place to hide.
I grew a thick coat.
And the bold few who caught a glance
bring back their cameras to catch me dance.
But I assure you, they won't.
So if you wanna know where I've gone to,
come and see.
But if you find something to belong to,
don't blame me.
If you're looking for a place to argue,
write a book.
What kind of creature are you?
Take a look.
I die in my sleep every night
to keep out the rain and the bug bites.
Stalk low and forage on the plain,
tie up a roof of grass to fight the rain.
Roam less.
Home, yes.
Loosen up your feet and keep on fighting,
'cause underneath the stars, the rain is driving.
If you're looking for a place to belong to,
you're arriving.
If you're wondering where we've gone to,
we're inviting.
Yea.
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3. |
Cabin Fever #2
03:12
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Dear young Mary, sweet,
age of seventeen,
eyes of crystal glass,
eyes of emerald green,
come with me and ride
up to the mountainside.
Let your mother wait.
From your father, fly.
Come and lay by the fire.
Standing in the cold with your eyes sunk deep,
standing in the door, in the snow and sleet.
Into the winter cold,
you brought me as your wife,
to watch my heart unfold
through the bitter night.
Mama gloved my hand,
papa shoed my feet,
sister kissed my lips.
What will you promise me?
Come and lay by the fire
Standing in the cold with your eyes sunk deep,
standing in the door, in the snow and sleet.
Looking through the wind you can feel it creep.
You can feel it creep.
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4. |
I Don't Want to Know
02:48
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I don't want to know what happens next.
I don't want to think about that yet.
When I walk by myself, try to listen in the dark.
I don't want to leave a lasting mark.
But if my footprints crack into the leaves
and people trace them down the sidewalk,
I'll make a good home hidden with the thieves
beneath a tent, under the boardwalk.
Wait around enough, you start asking:
what are we living for?and where's the end?
who knows anymore? who ever did?
When the tide comes tonight
it will sweep us out to sea.
I don't want a think but you and me.
And we can float until our legs give way beneath,
and then we'll sink down to the surface.
And when they finally find us, resting underneath,
they'll take our jewelry we'll be worthless.
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5. |
Take Cover
03:39
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Robins are robbing from the berry patch
and the winds are blowing from the south.
I see the clouds gather in your eyes
and hear the words flowing from your mouth.
The trees are bending back from the highest hills
with every element that they contain.
And every step you take sends another chill,
and it's starting to look like rain.
So take, take, take cover with me
underneath the branches of a holler tree.
Make, make, make another word for me
and we can say that we grew out of this ground.
Take, take, take cover with me.
Let the rhythm of the rain surround.
We can see whether the daylight lasts
while we wait and watch the weather pass.
I found you in the last of the season's charms
before you set out for the warmer sun.
I pulled you by a feather down into my arms
and I made you tell me what you'd done.
Your confession sounded simple so I took your hand
and all my visions started ringing true.
Now I hear the roll of thunder come across the land
and when it his we're gonna see this through.
[chorus]
Every moment closer comes the flood.
But from this hidden place, it looks so good.
[chorus]
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6. |
Joshua 7:25
05:20
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When they turned our tent and broke our floor
you didn't have to say a thing.
I'd suspected this a more
long before discovering.
I was up all night from dreadful dreams
hoping that it wasn't true.
I could hear the cries of 1,000 sing
what they would do to you.
calling,
"Tribe by tribe,
clan by clan,
family by family,
and man by man.
There will be no stone left unturned
in the valley where his body burns."
As our people walked through endless dust
together in the nation's fate,
they clenched their jaws searching for the one
who carries the greatest weight.
Remember how we sang and how we talked
swearing to a deeper seam.
Now the trembling ground proves your word false.
I despair what you promised me.
[chorus]
Give us up to the God you pray to
who sends the wind through the bending trees.
Will he make a way to save you
or treat his friends like his enemies?
[chorus]
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7. |
Pesticide Resistance
02:11
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All young creatures of the earth rise up.
The harvest has finally come.
Let all the waters fit to burst come down.
Balance with the damage done.
Go you little critters
through the valley and hill.
Listen to the forest stand majestic and still.
Carry home to momma all the seeds and the stems.
We'll have Christmas dinner with our family and friends.
We'll have Christmas dinner with our kin.
Break beneath the surface of the sun-hardened crust.
Burrow through a fat fruit skin.
Leave some for your neighbor should the winter be tough.
There's enough for you and for him.
[chorus]
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8. |
The Last Night
03:54
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Let the frost ease its way around.
Let your lips be frozen as the ground.
Don't think about the sounds
from down the tracks.
Flashlights in the fog.
Now look back
to the last night that we walked,
on the last night that I loved.
On the last night.
You took my hand, cut and cracked to touch.
Then my coat pocket, when the wind became too much.
We wouldn't make it back for lunch.
I was mostly blind
with my eyes set on you.
And you cheek, from white,
crystalized to blue,
and the pines came with us too.
On the last night.
Even with one hundred men
you won't find what isn't there.
The time was right.
You and I slipped into the air.
Listen for laughter in the dark,
beneath cold bodies,
young and burning hearts.
When we left, we left a mark
on the last night.
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9. |
Early in the Morning
02:55
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Early in the morning
my eyes were open wide
as if I'd walked for hours in my sleep.
Honeydew and coconuts
sold upon a produce truck
wafted through my windows from the street.
I see within my memory
a woman cries "Oh Henry,
should I be made to walk home in the night?"
I must have followed closely.
For though they whispered mostly,
every word she spoke was if I'd up and died.
All while making a sound
(can she see I see it?)
All while making a sound
(she deftly makes excuses
does she know it's useless?)
Peter's younger sisters
made a swift impression
displaying a collection of their art.
Stayed in their room for hours
pressing tiny, little flowers
they gathered in the woods behind the park.
They set out every morning,
on each wrist a wicker basket,
skipping with the dew upon their feet.
To all the lords and ladies,
"chamomile and daisies!"
They heralded their song all down the street.
All while making a sound
(have you dressed your windows?)
All while making a sound
(do you see these colors?
not like any other)
Colin was a poet
who knew a lot of things
and still remained confounded by his fate.
He set out every morning
in search of his lost family
and arrived in every town a day too late.
He's sleeping in a phone booth
somewhere in Midland, Texas
the yellow pages draped across his face.
He's gossiped with the mothers
and finally discovered
his kin have disappeared without a trace.
All while making a sound
(have you seen my brother)
All while making a sound
(he could look just like me.
could we be twins? we might be.)
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10. |
Cabin Fever #1
05:18
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"It's not about the both of us
but I can't wait around no more."
It's not about the both of us?
I could tell that much, for sure.
But did you have to pick a place like this
to tell me a thing like that?
On the porch in the rain
won't ever look the same.
We were shut in for the winter,
lost all track of time.
Shut in for the winter,
I might as well have lost my mind.
We had pecans by the basket
when the night set in.
Stale smell when you cracked it.
Won't taste that way again.
Now I won't act like I'm safe and sound,
but it wouldn't 'a hurt so much
if you hadn't left your watermark
on everything you touched.
Now this house is a minefield
from the faucet to the phone.
And every place I try to hide my heart
is rigged and ready to blow.
You were gone before the sunrise,
left without your hat.
Gone before the sun came up.
I'll at least thank you for that.
The spring it could bring redwoods
from the saplings to the clouds.
But when those leaves start coming up
I'll be falling down.
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11. |
Don Quixote
03:57
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Don Quixote steps into a Motel 6
Sancho right behind with a bag of bricks
The mule is in the parking lot. His engine kicks.
Engine kicks, bag of bricks, Motel 6
El caballero de la Mancha tiene mucha sed.
Su compañero levantado contra la pared.
El posadero "dice como esta usted?"
esta usted, la pared, tiene mucha sed
The knight gives a lecture in defense of truth.
The squire looks around for a comfortable booth.
While a stranger in the corner has a rotten tooth.
Rotten tooth, comfy booth, in defense of truth
Quixote esta sintiendo bastante astuto.
Recita una poema linda a dos prostitutas.
Mientras Sancho esta actuando como un bruto.
Un bruto, prostitutas, bastante astuto.
Resting by a river fishing for a lunch,
creeping through the forest to pack a punch,
tracking down injustice on the slightest hunch,
resting by a river fishing for a lunch.
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Z. Swann Nashville, Tennessee
Zac Swann is busy making music at his home in Nashville, Tennessee. But first, he has to feed the cats and make some coffee. Oh and there's the dishes from last night....
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