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Reed Bird Island
03:15
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Once i packed my bags,
made my escape out west,
but Oakland looked just like old Curtis Bay.
Now I'm driving east on Church Street
with this tune stuck in my head
and this old time feelin, and my hands are freezin,
but I've stayed where I want to stay.
I've had days
stare at the walls and sit
and I've had loves
I just wish I could forget,
but you're smiling at me, baby
with a love that doesn't quit.
You made the call, warts 'n all-
that's the long and short of it.
Used to talk when i was young
like the world was going to end.
Struck me yesterday how young i was.
Just limp along, just like this song
with no reason and no rhyme-
the past forgot, a blurred ink blot
we're repeating all the time.
Seems there's nothing
I ain't supposed to do:
make some money, make a home
and keep friends too,
but you lean on me, baby,
and I'm leaning on you.
You made the call, warts 'n all
The foot just fits the shoe.
I've lost things
I never should have kept
and built a fire
where i never should have slept,
but you know I love you, baby
so much it's incorrect.
You made the call, warts 'n all
and I'm just gonna accept.
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Help, reach out yor hand.
I can't stand
where people know me.
I've never knelt before the cross,
but I've lost
what was bestowed me.
To He who hasn't got a name,
I beg absorb this fated pain.
When I was a curly-headed babe,
they'd say,
"The world's for your takin.'"
Now, my hair is coarse and gray.
I've no faith,
but I feel forsaken.
To He who hasn't got a name,
I beg absorb this fated pain.
In the darkest hour of night,
I fight
these dreams that haunt me
of how I lived before she left.
Bereft
of all but what taunts me.
To He who hasn't got a name,
I beg absorb this fated pain.
To heaven I have not a claim,
but Hell and Earth feel much the same.
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Hannah
03:30
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Why don't you just go down, Hannah?
Don't you rise no more
Back behind the Susquehanna
Don't you rise no more
You only ever shine on sorrows
Don't you rise no more
I don't want to see tomorrow
Don't you rise no more
See that water rollin' freely?
Don't you rise no more
Ain't that just the way you treat me?
Don't you rise no more
You only ever shine on sorrows
Don't you rise no more
I don't want to see tomorrow
Don't you rise no more
Go down, Hannah - don't you come back
Don't you rise no more
Can't put a busted train back on no track
Don't you rise no more
You only ever shine on sorrows
Don't you rise no more
I don't want to see tomorrow
Don't you rise no more
See that freight a-heavy tippin'?
Don't you rise no more
Ain't that the way that I've been livin?
Don't you rise no more
You only ever shine on sorrows
Don't you rise no more
I don't want to see tomorrow
Don't you rise no more
Go down, Hannah, you're turning red
Don't you rise no more
Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up dead
Don't you rise no more
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5. |
Thurmont Storage Locker
03:41
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Had a good day: hit all the greens,
made records time
(whatever that means).
Had a good day: didn't have to work,
went alone to see a movie,
got my money's worth.
Had a good day: it didn't rain.
Wasn't all that nice either, but
I can't complain.
Had a good day, but it's not like I'm keeping score -
made the trip out to Thurmont,
where all my stuff was stored.
Had a good day. Couldn't tell you why -
it's been 27 days
since you lost the love in your eyes.
Had a good day, good as my days get:
didn't even say your name once, Babe...
Ah, shit.
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Tired Train
03:30
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Turned on the car, quarter to 3.
Clock's flashing 12:00 like you never held me.
Forgot how to pray, so I'm singing "Suzanne."
Quarter after 4, can't steady my hands.
Even the moon stays for an hour past its use-
come on pretty babe,
what's the rush to shake me loose?
And I'm more cracked up than all of Howard St.
It's 11 in the morning, still can't rise up to my feet.
Bought a case of Boh and a pack on Winston reds
like I'm in a race to know where I'll end up when I'm dead.
Even the moon stays for an hour past its use-
come on pretty babe,
what's the rush to shake me loose?
And I'm more torn up then the letters that I sent.
You've got sins on you too, babe, but I doubt that you'll repent.
Yeah, it's all over town - you've got it in for me.
Well revenge is best served cold. I like mine with irony.
Even the moon stays for an hour past its use-
come on pretty babe,
what's the rush to shake me loose?
Britain won a war in 45 minutes flat.
You won me with 3 words babe, but you can't blame me for that
'cause me I'm not strong, I ain't the fighting kind -
I'll plant an olive tree where we used to test the lines.
Even the moon stays for an hour past its use-
come on pretty babe,
what's the rush to shake me loose?
Even the moon stays for an hour past its use-
come on pretty babe,
what's the rush to shake me loose?
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8. |
Why Not Be Honest?
02:19
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I'm out here in the freezing cold,
I've got a smoke in hand.
I feel as if I've grown for old
just tryin' to understand.
Got a head that's pretty level,
a heart that loves to hurt;
I fell in love with loving you
and got my just desserts.
Well, I've read Albert Camus,
I've read the Tao Te Ching
enough times to realize
this shit don't mean a thing.
"Shit don't mean a thing," I say,
"it's all in how I think,"
so I'll sing a happy tune
and fix another drink.
Well, I'm in here with Patsy Cline
on the radio,
hating the things you didn't say
as I watched you go.
Starting to resent some shit
you didn't even do.
What you done was bad enough,
but still I'm missing you.
Well, I've read Albert Camus,
I've read the Tao Te Ching
enough times to realize
this shit don't mean a thing.
"Shit don't mean a thing," I say,
"it's all in how I think,"
so I'll sing a happy tune
and fix another drink.
It's a feeling that I could do without,
it never really leaves.
I'm finding it cannot be solved
the way they done with thieves.
I know I can't stay with you,
but why I can't recall.
I have a way with the past -
I think I love it all.
Well, I've read Albert Camus,
I've read the Tao Te Ching
enough times to realize
this shit don't mean a thing.
"Shit don't mean a thing," I say,
"it's all in how I think,"
so I'll sing a happy tune
and fix another drink.
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Buffalo
04:46
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Got your letter in the P.O. box this morning.
There was a dotted line where I was supposed to sign,
and there's a book that you got me for my birthday on
the coffee table,
and it looks too good there for me to move,
I guess now that I'm just stuck with it,
and I'll think of you every time
that I pass by.
Well, everybody's bound by their possessions,
but, as for me, it feels a bit more like "trapped,"
and there's a sofa we picked out together, it feels like forever
ago now,
and it's just too new for me to go and chuck it,
I guess I'll just have to test my luck and
dream of you every time
I steal a nap.
You know, I spent a good hour just reading that awful letter -
staring at that goddamn dotted line,
and there's a brand new coat of paint in this kitchen, my darling,
my dear,
and I can't change it while the coat's still wet,
and besides it's the color you liked best,
even though I can hardly stand
to sit in here.
You know, it feels like it's rained every day since I got your letter.
In fact, I've barely ventured out of bed,
and there's a spread of Italian linens we bought on vacation
years ago,
and they're just too fine for me to sell,
and in the closet is your dressing gown,
oh I'm living in a burning hell,
ever since you
left town, Suzie.
Where'd you go running this time?
No, I can't get you off my mind,
and I'll never sign that dotted line.
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10. |
Pace The Floor
04:20
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11. |
Holy
04:52
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I'm on the path, I'm on my own
Old Kerouac's carving in a stone
I'm content, but it's well-known
that men love byways
like rights and wrongs,
joys and woes,
citadels,
embroidered clothes -
it's only holy,
it ain't holy
repetition.
Then vines pile up and just add on,
Old Kerouac's dead and gone.
I think some nights,
"It must be premonition,
and to love or hate,
reap or sow,
turn up late
or never show -
it's only holy,
it ain't holy,
calculation."
So I'm up at 5, the sun's still down -
the paper boy ain't come around.
It's winter,
but soon it may be spring.
Gets cold, gets hot,
I'm up, I'm down,
stay here and rot,
pack up, leave town -
it's only holy,
it ain't holy
confusion.
Is that all there is, oh lord above?
Give me a sign, I've had enough,
and then there's silence
and a stand with my guitar.
Well, to be held still by the world,
to ebb and flow (it all unfurls) -
well that's the holy,
it ain't holy
deception.
To make up the words as we go,
to contemplate and never know,
well that's the holy,
it ain't holy
resolution.
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Sea Couch Baltimore, Maryland
Sea Couch is an acoustic folk duo from Baltimore consisting of husband and wife, Dan and Amanda Dorsey. They write and play melancholic folk songs focusing on stark instrumentation and soulful lyrics / harmonies. Their catalog of songs have been called “pretty and rustic,” “poignant and humorous,” and “inspiring without being sentimental,” by the Baltimore City Paper and the Shatterered Wig Press ... more
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