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First Of June
02:32
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There's a fogging on my window pane
as evenings rolling in
Cigar smoke and dirty joke
rise up above the din
The one good thing about mediocre people's
they're always at their best
But low brow company ain't so bad
when low brow companies all you've had
Oo Lord
The time has come
when we can take our place
in the center of the sun
Alabaster Killing moon
On the first of June
The clouds on the edge of our skyline
are really above Tennessee
I always thought if I held you real close you'd
stay right here with me
But the lingering lights of our home town
they fade in to the night
That one horse towns corona it
escapes us in our flight
Oo lord
The time has come
when we can take our place
in the center of the sun
Alabaster Killing moon
On the first of June
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Card In Sleeve
01:54
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We Dasein are all nonplussed
that we are all like Sysiphus
To us the meaning comes in strong
though meaningless at best
A florid torrid diamond
forged in fire by your waking life
and though the world is rife with pain
you cast a furtive glance
towards the meaning you would
hope to achieve
Hold those cards inside your sleeve my friend
don't show
You can paint yourself
and let the others paint you too
for all the worth we have accomplished
there are still great things to do so
roll your rock up on the hillside
just as far as you can go
and as your lungs pull in from pushing
you'll look back on those below
and see the meaning you had
hoped to achieve
pull those cards out of your sleeve my friend
and show
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Lorem Ipsum
02:40
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Once more into the breach my friend
Once more into the breach
Once again it's out of reach my friend
Once again it's out of reach
See you're skin slide over bone
Your knuckles white and worn
out from the days of labor
Dirt under you fingernails as
you go home
Ours is not to reason why my friend
Ours is not to reason why
Ours is but to do and die my friend
Ours is but to do and die
See you're skin slide over bone
Your knuckles white and worn
out from the days of labor
Dirt under you fingernails as
you go home
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Summersweat
02:53
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Things that come in threes
You, deceit, and me my love but
maybe I still wait for you
maybe I still wait for you
Cracks in good concrete
Flaws and failings so discrete but
maybe I still wait for you
maybe I still wait for you
Summer sweat stings in our eyes
This should come as no surprise to you
Nothing for me here
Ought'a pack my things and disappear but
maybe I still wait for you
maybe I still wait for you
Summer sweat stings in our eyes
This should come as no surprise to you
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Slater Mill
05:03
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Winter brought us snow in banks
along the window sill
Your breath fogged up the glass we'd let
our fingers feel the thrill
The bite of frost has gone but I
can feel December still
Algid boot steps on the hardened ground
on down to Slater Mill
and you told me you could taste
the Holy Ghost upon your tongue
and you told me you could taste
the Holy Ghost
We were merely children then
and maybe we still are
Rolling through the rushes in
the back of daddy's car
The summer song of Sparrows and
the heady smell of tar and we were
drinking warm rye whiskey from
a broken mason jar
and you told me you could taste
the Holy Ghost upon your tongue
and you told me you could taste
the Holy Ghost
and you left with the autumn leaves
amber, brass, and burgundy
and gold
How I loved you in July although
I knew you wouldn't stay
How I know you're better off because
this town is in decay and
How the sentiments I've held
have only gotten in the way but
How I wish you'd see your way to come
back home to me one day
To tell me you can taste
the Holy Ghost upon your tongue
To tell me you can taste
the Holy Ghost
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