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Back Seat Magdalene
04:27
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Back Seat Magdalene
A drive-in church, swinging lanterns in the trees
A night with my back seat Magdalene
The prying jackdaw's an angel in disguise
Communion to the dawn, to the dawn...
You light a match, the fire flickers in the breeze
Soon dies out to a stream of smoke
Follow the smoke, let it take you in its arms
It takes us far, too far away, far away...
Your dirty hair's just a veil of memories
From blooming hills (they smell of oil)
We lay outside with the horses and the bees
You're sound asleep, I'm wide awake, wide awake...
We write our names in the sand on a beach
The waves file them to the sea
Once we're listed in those salty archives
Our names are free, and so are we, so are we...
We lay outside with the horses and the bees
You're sound asleep, I'm wide awake, wide awake...
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Primrose Trail
03:46
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Primrose Trail
I read from a lamp post sign that
The end will be here so soon
Hey, son, never mind the pain
You know pleasure is on its way
I walked on to the town where the stars are but neon lights
Found a foxhole down the street
A foul suite with dirty sheets
I laid down waiting for the boom
With a cheap girl in cheap perfume
Through the thunder and rain
Intoxicated by champagne
The blinking vacancy sign turns
Your skin from red to green
Your eyes a blue million miles
False names but real goodbyes
Your hair spread all around,
Restraining the winds of strife
Tell me if you see the signs
Tell me if I still have time
I laid down...
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Dusk In Suburbia
03:51
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Dusk in Suburbia
Did you wait by the rusty car
Motor running and the cigaret lights
A pretty girl in a mandrake dress
Slammed the door on your
Fingers on your way off
Did you hear about the ghost in the woods
Behind the broke down summer homes
It stole a flower from a damsel's hair
And her skin was covered in blisters ever since
The night is born from clay and tears
Neon lights and whispered cheers, and
I don't know where it's taking me
I don't know where it leads
Me, from behind the smokestacks, into the lights
Did you sleep on the painted pew
Past the sermon and communion
Red light in the lead glass panes
As dusk sneaks in the drunken suburbia
The night...
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Shine
04:07
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Shine
From the mellow moors
You're the smoke from the leaves
You come around
And you make me want more
You make me want more
Across the easy streets
You're the fight in the bar
You move around
And I want to follow, I want to follow you
Past the humming mills
You're the harvest time
When you arrive
I want to be there, I want to be there
On the foggy shore
You're the light for the lost
When you shine
I'm in the light, I'm in the light
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Turnpike Star
04:19
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Turnpike Star
Moved in a cold motel known as the Turnpike Star
That's me on the porch in a rockin' chair
A shot through mail box, post cards from afar
Wedding invitations, but I don't have a car
Forgotten dogs howl in chains in the dark
Behind the closed billiard halls
They've barked for ages, as long as I recall
Their voices echo down the jagged streets
The earth revolves around its void machinery
Your kiss a door to wonderland
A paperback bible, on the old night stand
A bottle of bourbon and the sound of you asleep
By moated ashtrays and meadows in moonshine
We stray across the universe
Your dress is beautiful and so are you
But you're unreachable, I think I'm too
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Iron Tracks
02:48
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Storm Cones
04:25
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Storm Cones
Stay awake, don't fall asleep
Dreams may catch you away
Stay with me, it's cold outside
The drifts of snow are unknown
Stray dogs, unfinished games
Grey ghosts in picture frames
Long candles set aflame
Until you're one and the same
Storm cones cracking in the wind
Your hair spread all around
Count the holes in these house walls
And dust will cover our years
Stray dogs...
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8. |
Rope For Us Drowning Men
05:29
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