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Spring Cleaning
02:50
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I was a coward, and I crumbled
I was lazy, clumsy, so I stumbled
I hollered help me, save me, as I tumbled
Into your bed
You have no answers, no persuasion
You fed me bedtime stories as distraction
Your truth is fairy tales in abstraction
That book is closed
What is it about dust in the corners
that tells me you won't be here anymore?
What is it about dust, what is it about dust
in the corners?
Are we ready for spring cleaning?
I empty closets and dressers,
find that nothing is worth keeping.
Hundreds of bags, the litter of a life
That's no longer ours.
What is it about dust in the corners
that tells me you won't be here anymore?
What is it about dust, what is it about dust
in the corners?
Sweaters, socks and mugs
Books and tapes and rugs
And all the spells they cast
Telling stories of our past
More refuse than refuge,
More refuse than refuge.
What is it about dust in the corners
that tells me you won't be here anymore?
What is it about dust, what is it about dust
in the corners?
What is it about dust, what is it about dust
in the corners?
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Nothing to do
Put down all attempts to make something happen tonight
Can't stand to sit here anymore so I will come out
To the diner with you bring a book in case I'm late
and we'll convince ourselves we could leave this town tonight
Chasing moonlight
Down winding bends of Susquehanna sounds
Calling me from the hills and stranding me out here
Alone, high and lonesome on Wagoner's Gap, don't call
I'm dry like the ashes from my coffee cans
Lost cigarettes and unfiltered plans
Chasing the lonesome ghost down that same old pike
Drowning another jukebox, surrendering to the night
The same old herbs and powders just don't do the trick
Everything I have given up for want of wit
There's a guy in Philadelphia if you can drive us there
We can hide out at the basement show
Avoid the back alley stare
No matter where you go, this town will follow
To holy pink sky, give up until tomorrow
And I will come out to the diner with you
We can make our plans down by the peach orchard and devil's den
always have been haunted by the wounded past
we live and we cope with midnight drives to the battlefield
we'll make peace with all the ghosts we could not heal
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3. |
Dead Heart
02:36
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carries it with him, that one little dot
it never changes, no matter what
it's in the middle of his tiny little soul
it's nothing, a pixel, not even a black hole
could be a scar but then he'd care
he doesn't know that it's even there
dead heart, blank screen
i'd never hurt you, girl, 'cause you're my queen
dead heart, blank screen,
cut it out, wipe it off, make it clean
blank heart, secret bomb
keep on digging just to find he's pretty numb
no love, playing dumb, then he
gives me a little, keeps me under his thumb
oh, he can't fix what he can't feel
he isn't hurting so the problem isn't real
dead heart, blank screen
cut it out, wipe it off, make it clean
blank eyes, you're unseen, and what
he didn't say is exactly what he means
cut it out, cut it out, wipe it clean
get me out, get me out from underneath your dead heart
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4. |
Cardea
03:15
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She opens what has been closed /
She closes what has been opened
Keep your charms on the doorpost
Point straight to the moon
Can't open a door now
Without stepping through
Light is the food and
The blood within you
You've waited so long now
The answer is soon
And if you look through that door
[here is a door]
There is nothing that you’ve seen before
[a choice to swing open]
If you leave, if you stay
[here is closing]
You’re on the hinge and it can go both ways
[by means of her divine presence]
Beans planted sideways
Still know how to grow
Can pull themselves upwards
To light, flowering, flesh, food
You know where you'll meet her
In the spaces between
From where you are going
To where you have been
And if you look at my face
[Here is] [the earth]
You’ll see something that you've half erased
[A path or a root]
Please don’t breathe down my neck
[Here is the thorn]
'Cause there’s no telling what will happen next
[By means of her divine presence]
She opens what has been closed /
She closes what has been opened
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Dead Mountain
03:22
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Up below Dead Mountain
Past where the cedars grow
That’s where we found their tent
Now half collapsed and covered in snow
Inside, nothing but the traces
Of the people we came to seek
Cold drinks, empty boots and the feeling
Of voices left in the wind to speak
And when the wind does blow
And we lose our minds
How will anyone know
How will we find our way back home
Living in the world is such
A lonely task
We stick close to our chosen ones
Hold them close to the very last
Who they loved is not the question
What they feared we cannot ask
All we know is that they ran
To find a place for the storm to pass
Though the snow keeps falling
We just can’t stay inside
We have lost ourselves
and we know that we can’t survive
Ten souls went out
One soul came back
There’s a hole that they'll never fill
And no answer in searching the past
The happy photographs
Tell an unhappy tale
Beneath their smiling faces
The bittersweet prevails
Where’s the path we tread?
As we stumble and fall
Why are we filled with dread?
We will sleep in the blood and snow
You live your life towards the thing that you wanted
Protect yourself with what you have to hand
Do the best with what you've got in the moment
You’ll never know when you’re at the end
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