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I made a picture of you with
fire all around
but you escaped you
configured a way out
the frame crept back at the seam and
you slipped away
just a thief and
you crafty devil
how do you do it?
you pick the lock and
it makes us wonder how
you're just swift enough
you jumped far enough
you got over
the hoop and wire
you're just swift enough
you jumped far enough
but I'm stuck over
in the middle of the fire
but real friends don't dwell on envy
so neither will I
after all you're still the same inside
you found a girlfriend to feed you
and thousands and thousands to need you
you crafty devil
how do you do it?
you pick the lock and
it makes us wonder how
you're just swift enough
you jumped far enough
you got over
the hoop and wire
you're just swift enough
you jumped far enough
but I'm stuck over
in the middle of the fire
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Constellation
03:21
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where the forest meets the sky now
there's a warning sign
pouring out between the leaves
the glowing, curling, crackling leaves
before the fire comes on
like a wave
you'll lose everything
but we escape
when you look up at the constellation
I'm the lowest light
but here in your time of need
I see you finally call on me
before the fire comes on
like a wave
you'll lose everything
but we escape
the ground turns black
the air so thick
your chest can't hold it down
there's no discussion
unless we go now
there's no way out
come on now there's another place
on the other side
I can get above the trees
we're cheating death this time
before the fire comes on
like a wave
you'll lose everything
but we escape
the ground turns black
the air so thick
your chest can't hold it down
there's no discussion
unless we go now
there's no way out
over the trees
where they meet the sky
there is a warning sign
pouring low
over the trees
there is a place where we
can cheat the flames so we
must go
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3. |
ABQ
02:19
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Syncopated
03:38
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we slept outside we
opened the sliding glass
we layed on our backs and
stared into space and laughed
every satellite holds
a path above the sky
we don't need to know how
it draws a streak from
your side of space to mine
it circles the world it
makes a reflective line
with our backs to the ground
seeing millions of years
through the lights in the sky
I love you I love you
I'll never leave your side
when I'm old and useless
I'll draw your face to mine
and as the weight of the ground
holds onto the sky
we won't need to know how
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5. |
Gold In The Hills
04:06
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my dear, I have returned
from looking for advice
the answer is always "maybe"
it's all you ever hear
I told you I would show
with something in my hands
the fact is
I don't believe you
when you tell me you don't mind
that there's no gold left in the hills
my hands are filled with shaking bones
they're just shaking in their skin
they cheat
to receive you
they don't deserve your touch
because they're empty like the hills
they're empty like my word
the more they dig
the more they see you
hiding that disappointed look
cuz there's no gold left in the hills
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6. |
Lolo Forest
03:57
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so my love there's an opening
where the road cuts across the plains
and scales the mountain's back
and one side meets the other
there's a flood burning in the hills
and smoke throughout the sky
circling the west
circling the long way home
we all draw
a curving line
we follow just to find
where it leads
(I'm. on. the long way home)
circling
I'm just on
the long way home
(I'm. on. the long way home)
and my love there's a rolling space
your wheels push the ground for days
a mile above the sea
and I wish that you were sitting here
as the clock wears down the hills
a second at a time
one second at a time
we all draw
a curving line
we follow just to find
where it leads
(I'm. on. the long way home)
and I'm circling
on
the long way home
(I'm. on. the long way home)
the long way
I-5 Pacific on the left
where your eyes squint away the sun
and I'm just a bag of bones
circling the long way home
the long way home
my love
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7. |
We Make Our Own Light
02:25
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I see the grave without a worry
I have no bones to pick, oh no
Cuz when you hold a grudge you start to worry
and slip into your grave too early, oh
It's like I have said since day one
Walk without a worry, oh my son
and let they who mix their words be certain
Of their shifting place and time
We make our own light
Where we want
We make our own sound
Whenever we need
We didn't dance we didn't move
We didn't, when the band marched our way
It's no concern if it's not burning
I don't find much to be concerning
There are those who try to please
By changing colors and evolving lines
But I give advice as one who lives
And makes their own time and place
We make our own light
Where we want
We make our own sound
Whenever we need
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8. |
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People tell me you're feeling dark
And you scored your funeral
They found your crumbled up papers
On the floor
Tell me, are you expeditious
Or are you just depressed?
I brought a song to be an aid
And the flashing horns
Will take you by surprise
The pieces fit together
And never pull apart
And I wrote a major chord
To follow you around
It's melody always sincere
And a rhythm, you can tell
I picked it on my own
Sometimes it fits
Sometimes it don't
And the flashing horns
Will take you by surprise
The pieces fit together
And never pull apart
Apart
Apart
Sometimes it fits
Sometimes it don't
And the flashing horns
Will take you by surprise
The pieces fit together
And never pull apart
So when you gonna cheer up?
when you gonna cheer up?
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9. |
Mr. Train
02:50
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Mr. Train, you've got nerve to talk now
frame by frame, lumbering by
as you run with the river on your right
it's water blurred in the morning light
there you go on the two and the one
always in the same direction
I've got tricks burning holes in my sleeves
from a place you just can't go
Mr. Train, where did you sleep last night
in the car in a small town
when you wake with the sun in your face
different stop, same place
are you pleased with sum of the parts
are you pleased with the story arc
there you go on the two and the one
always in the same direction
I've got tricks burning holes in my sleeves
from a place you just can't go
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there's a wind without a sound
as light gets through the glass again
turn the key and drive
New Mexico to old Arizona
the wind moves without a sound
and it gets across the open sand
miles and miles without a sound
pushes grains around
but I'm the one blowing by
I'm the one just borrowing time
through the glass again
New Mexico to Old Arizona
the ground moves without a sound
ground moves without a sound
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11. |
70 Miles An Hour
04:07
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there's a light that never dims
can you see it?
with our faces pale in the flame
we needn't ever let go
and the cold sinking night
can you feel it?
but we, side by side
we needn't ever let go
and with the morning
still outside
my love, look out, the hills you see
I'm only on the other side
where rusted yards of relics
measure time
and seventy miles an hour just
slip right by, behind
look out
the hills you see
I'm only on the other side
will you be faithful to me?
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