1. |
Venus Agrees
04:01
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It's taken forever to tell
Stacking stones at the bottom of the well
If it's real or make-believe
But why, why would it matter to me
If that's how it's gonna be
And Venus agrees
Nobody knows what they need
There's a thousand ways you can die
Don't forget, don't forget
We'll feel 'em all while we're alive
Don't forget, don't forget
All the pain's gonna stay the same
If we can't get out of our heads
I fell into loving too soon
This is water and this is my cocoon
This is where I want to be
So why, why is it bothering me
When water is all I see?
And Venus agrees nobody knows what they need
chorus
Treading water sink like a stone
I've got lead inside of my bones
Freedom for those who can afford
To pay their way out of here
This is water and this is my cocoon...
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2. |
O Lost
03:54
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I lost a friend worth keeping
But he’s sitting high in the afterlife
The water’s dark but it ain’t too deep to swim
I’ve got promises that I made to him
You closed your eyes
Before the sun did rise
Silence is hiding in your mouth
With all of the things that we talked about
Your child is growing far too old
He knows only one side of the stories told
You can’t run
From what you have begun
Between the sky and the earth
You used to wonder why
People spoke and they
Told so many little lies
Just to get back
Just to get back
Just to get back from what they’ve been trying to hide
Between my head and my feet
I’d love a set of wings
If I could I would
Tell you every little thing
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Back home in the liquor light
I've got a woman and she knows my name
Didn't have to say a word
She knows what I came here for
And she gives it without question
Back home in the liquor light
I've got women who stay up all night
Molly, Poppy and Mary believe
That I've got tricks up my sleeve
But it's too bad, I ain't got one
Every time is harder to tell
If I have a chance in hell
Of getting out alive
But every time I get up
And get back on my way
Back home in the liquor light
I've got women who've been where I've been
Drank my bourbon, drank my wine
Gave their troubles up for mine
But it's too bad, I never had one
Every time is harder to tell
If I have a chance in hell
Of getting out alive
But every time I get up
And get back on my way
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4. |
the Sleepers
03:16
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You were right when you said that I’d grow cold
As you shined in the mirror
You turned around and the look you gave to me
Made me feel like a child grown bitter
Like a story told too many times
Like a light in the attic
Like the silence coming through the night
I’ve become part of all of the static
Upon the bed I laid my head
Fell asleep with the light on
Time passed, an hour or a year
And I could hear the dreaming of the
Sleepers pushing towards the day
When I woke my head was full of smoke
And the light was still burning
I turned it off and I sank into the darkness
Of which I was a part; I felt nothing
I’ve worn thin the cities I’ve been in
I chase myself out of most towns
The time comes when a man ain’t welcome none
And he speaks but he makes not a sound
You can’t try to hide away
Between the sheets and sleep all day
To wake up with the moon
‘Cuz it’ll catch up to you soon
And you’ll find yourself without
A single thing to talk about
And you’ll try to sing but
You won’t find a tune
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5. |
My Pilgrim
05:48
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Bringing in the tide will bring you down
Heavy is the head that hears the sound
Crooked is the walk beneath it all
Move it along, my pilgrim
I wouldn't want to miss
The things everyone's been enjoying
But I ain't no capitalist
I'm just pushing through
I hammer out the words
But I stutter when no one's listening
I'm a blessing and a curse
But you're just cursed for good
Simple as a Sunday afternoon
After we've done all we had to do
Angels gonna pick my pockets soon
I'm gonna lay in waiting
I'm dreaming of the day
When I'm snapping back into real time
Why should I have to wait
for those who wait so well?
Bringing in the tide will bring you down
Heavy is the head that hears the sound
Crooked is the walk beneath it all
Move it along, my pilgrim
I can't think of something worth my time
Where reality's involved
While you languish in your gardens
I'll be the one that you call
I've been counting up the words but
It doesn't mean a thing at all
(unintelligible)
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