1. |
Floods
03:17
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i sat down
on the dirt
on the ground
i found out
what it was that
held me down
and i heard a voice
up from above me
i heard a verse
singing out
that loves me
what do i do when the light gets changed
and what do i do when it stays the same
what do i do when we all lie down
what do i do when the floods come down
how should i cut my hair next time
and where do my hands go when i cry
what do i do if the tears don't come
words come out how do they sound
i drove up
to a place
lifted ground
i woke up
saw a face
with a crown
of light
that hung
softly around
of light
still left
from an hour
of awful sound
what do i do when the light gets changed
and what do i do when it stays the same
what do i do when we all lie down
and what if the ceiling all falls down
what do i do in the rubble then and
what do i do if i can't blend in
what do i do if they find me there
with my limbs all broken dirty hair
i feel a pulse
in my body
i feel a thrill
feel a body
i came down
left my shirt
on the earth
i let my skin
take the cold
take it in
what do i do when the light gets changed
and what do i do when it stays the same
what do i do when we all lie down
what do i do when the floods come down
how should i cut my hair next time
and where do my hands go when i cry
what do i do if the tears don't come
words come out how do they sound
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2. |
Mtn
01:06
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I have been to the mountain
and I have seen the promised land
do you know how to get there?
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3. |
Bones
04:25
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every damn day
i'm picking my bones up
off the ground
little skinny things now
how did these bones get
all around?
we were swimming backwards
right back up the river and we
couldn't turn around around around
you were pushing water over
over my head and i
couldn't hear a sound a sound a sound
over in the clover in the
meadow i swam over to you
you were looking funny you were
on the ground
every damn day
i'm picking my bones up
off the ground
little skinny things now
how did these bones get
all around?
we were grinning like a horse in a
movie about a bank heist
movie about train robber burn it down
now river bank's broke yeah it's
fresh up out of money cause we
stole all of the money made an awful sound
but the bank broke us yeah it
broke all of our little bitty
brittle little bones and they're on the ground
every damn day
i'm picking my bones up
off the ground
little skinny things now
how did these bones get
all around?
i was drinking all the creek water
nails all in the dirt honey
funny thing to happen when you're feeling down
you were lying in the grass and you
did move a muscle so i
didn't move a muscle didn't make a sound
we were swimming backwards
right back up the river and we
couldn't turn around around around
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4. |
Stay in Love Forevr
01:10
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it's all about the heart, never
stay in love forevr
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5. |
We
04:44
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In my dream you and me
starred in a play where we
sang out so beautifully,
chewing on scenery
you played a medic, he
had to sew wounds in me
and inside my gall bladder
he found a rosary
you used your ouija to
find out the feelings of
your youngest son
when he was staring at ceilings and
the magic marker
it made the sky darker
it told you that blackbirds were
loose in the park,
heard them scream
heard them scream
and we all are free
to bury our dead in the sea
we put down our weapons we fall to our knees
we love and we live and we breathe
you wore a gorgeous dress
painted all over with
bright lovely flowers
that were woven with clover
you took it off and
the director came over
he told me to wear it
and things started over
we both became babies
that were choking on flowers
that grew up into our throats
giving us powers
of love and affliction
and beautiful fiction
that developed these photos
that hang in our kitchen
of stones on black velvet
that we stole from the hell
that you used to live in
but now you're a symphony
a symphony
we all are free
to bury our dead in the sea
we put down our weapons
we fall to our knees
we love and we live and we breathe
we breathe
there's nothing between our skin
shudder like mannequins
caught in a hurricane
please don't forget my first name
like my father
who grew up in water
that was blackened with ash
from red fire that's hotter
than we ever dreamed
would emit from the screams
of two beautiful children
who finished their collard greens
you rolled me over
like a potbellied stove
we're embarrassed of things we said
when we were older
and the crowd all applauded
when we tied our pink bodies
to the mast of the ship
that we sailed to the garden
that we grew from our fingernails
and the painted black shells of snails
who we once called our friends, but
oh, though now they're a memory
memory
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6. |
Deeress
03:14
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I had this smoke
in my mouth
and you went to pull it out
it was full of gods and lace
and you've got such a pretty face
there were flowers on the desk
and my hair is such a mess
yes, like flowers in a vase
you've got such a pretty face
if i went up on the roof
and then i sang a song for you
would you hear it?
and if the emerald in yr hand
is just a tiny grain of sand
can you feel it?
is it real then?
is it real then?
ohhhhhh, etc
i had this stone in my head
and i heard the things it said
it showed me how an opal shines
and just maybe if it's a sign
that if we try just hard enough
then we can make it to the stuff
that's the dearest
and if i hold you really close
then we can chase away the ghost
if you're nearest
oh my deeress
oh my deeress
ohhhhhh, etc
if i went up on the roof
and then i sang a song for you
would you hear it?
and if the emerald in yr hand
is just a tiny grain of sand
can you feel it?
is it real then?
is it real then?
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