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six dollars
04:49
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Six dollars in my pocket
Guess I pushed it a little too far
Walked out of the diner
She had taken back her father’s car
I guess she found those emails
That I did not write to her
Funny how times can change
Funny how times can change
It’s funny how these times can change
My dad bailed me out
I was hanging by a thread
Gave me his old Honda
As I hung my head
Now I’m on the road
Now I’m on the road
Funny how the times can change
Funny how the times can change
It’s funny how these times can change
I’m off to see the Woodsman
That guy who cuts the wood
They say that he can fix me up real good
I’m off to see the Cutter
My friends all say I should
See if he can fix me up real good
Six dollars in my pocket
Guess I pushed it a little too far
Walked out of the diner
And I don’t even know what I’m doing
Now I’m on the road
Now I’m on the road
Funny how the times can change
Funny how the times can change
It’s funny how these times can change
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the woodsman
05:30
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Twenty-five feet up in the air
Chainsaw in my hands
About to make a critical cut
Careful where she lands
But just before I pull the trigger
Look up to the sky and see something bigger
CH
Turkey buzzards circling, wild and free
Turkey buzzards circling, it's something to see
Now I'm not expecting visitors today
But there's a little white car headed up my path
One hand on my gun, feel the tree sway
C'mon little guy, you do the math
CH
Turkey buzzards circling, wild and free
Turkey buzzards circling, it's something to see
Turkey buzzards circling, wild and free
Turkey buzzards circling, do they circle for me?
This boy don't know what he got himself into
This boy done got himself stuck in the mud
This boy don't know who he's dealing with
This boy don't know which way is up
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3. |
side streets
04:10
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(Instrumental)
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4. |
oil spill
02:18
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Everything's nice, harder than steel
You won't really love me 'til
Things go bad, then they often won't
You won't know what's really real
And you won't really even love me 'til
I tell you to, and then I know you won't
CH
And I know our love can really spill
Faster than a motor wheel
You say, "Go faster!"
But I know it won't
I know our love is really real
Slicker than an oil spill
You say, "Go faster!"
And I know I will
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5. |
your so-called mexico
02:46
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If I was a biker
I'd have that black hat with a spike on top
If I were a hiker
I'd hike to Tibet and never stop
If I was a lover
I'd love you till I'd almost drop
As a fortune teller I'd have you never down
but always on top
One is lost without the other
Life's without retreat
your so-called Mexico
No life and retreat
If I was a biker
I'd have that black hat with a spike on top
If I were a hiker
I'd hike to Tibet and never stop
If I was a lover
I'd love you till I'd almost drop
As a fortune teller I'd have you never down
but always on top
Hell, you can't even go back
Repeat the good times but now
All is lost again
All is lost in now
If I were a doctor
I'd first mend up your mind
If your love wasn't softer
I'd wait, to give you time
If time would just wait forever
I'd stop this foolish rhyme
If time would just wait forever
I'd stop this foolish rhyme
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the cutter's den
04:20
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I walked into the Cutter's den
Not a Ferris Wheel in sight
Heart in my throat, and then
He gave me the biggest fright
"You've got a body and a mind
Time to leave them both behind
You've got a body and a mind
Neither is you"
He poked his finger at my chest
He said, "Is that a space-dye vest?"
Then he tore it off of me
Just so I could truly see
Outer circumstance
Just another dance
So I sat beside this man
That's when the end began
Closed eyes and watch your breath
Time to witness ego's death
Outer circumstance
Just another dance
Where we can finally see
What we might truly be
I walked into the Cutter's den
Not a Ferris Wheel in sight
Heart in my throat, and then
He gave me the biggest fright
You've got a body and a mind
Time to kiss them both goodbye
You've got a body and a mind
Time to leave them both behind
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slumber mode
03:30
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When the lights come on
There's nowhere to go
Better keep your eyes closed
In slumber mode
If your body's warm
Don't you rock the boat
Better keep your eyes closed
In slumber mode
I can keep you safe
With promises
If you keep your eyes closed
In slumber mode
Let's just have a good time
Think about that other time
Don't you crack the door
On my metaphor
Everything's perfectly clear
Just insert meaning here
When the lights come on
There's nowhere to go
Better keep your eyes closed
In slumber mode
Better keep your eyes closed
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8. |
prey fish of the ocean
05:38
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Fishing for cod out by the ocean
I'd taken up this notion
That the risks were too great
I sat out and I wondered
If hell should shake us under
If I could even relate
(Ch)
I'd taken my sweet time
Studied every crime
Of things that gone wrong
But by then I knew
That chances were few
You'd ever hear this in a song
Now I just pretend
Somewhere near the end
You can catch my drift
Now I just pretend
Somewhere near the end
You will give me a lift
Fishing for cod out by the ocean
Up in this tree without a notion
Of ever coming down
I ain't never coming down
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being ghosts
04:40
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Let's raise the dead
Let's raise a toast
Here's to life
And to being ghosts
Somehow we tripped to this place
Where I don't recognize a single face
They tell me that I dreamt this into being
But I cannot believe what I am seeing
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tonight we sail
03:06
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Walking down the lane's rain gutter
My footfalls mark the beat
Thinking of the Woodsman
How he never would retreat
He'd say, I'll be waiting in the wings for you
You can find me where you always do
I'll be flying where our hearts are true
I'll be waiting in the dying gloom
In my tiny little downstairs room
I'll wait, you'll never come too soon
Drinking light from the distant moon
Tonight we sail the waters deep
Trim our sails with love so steep
Within its holds we cannot keep
Our hearts from growing bold
He'd say, I'll be waiting in the wings for you
You can find me where you always do
I'll be flying where our hearts are true
Drinking light from the distant moon
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11. |
ferris wheel
04:52
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Death to the king
Obsessive
Death to the one
Who thinks he knows
Any way the wind blows
It blows me right back home
Let’s go ride the Ferris wheel
Out in Pelacone
Take my machete
Cut out my heart
We’ll put on our blindfolds
And make bloody art
We’ve got ourselves a bonfire
on the beach sands
Let’s roll with the ocean
put my soul in your hands
And if the moon should catch us
In her spotlight
Sweep up the dusty ocean floor
Just to make everything right
Catch a ride on tailgate clouds
Laugh about the rain
Smile at the sundial
That eases all the pain
So tell me again how you’ve got it all
Under control
So tell me again how you hesitate
To tell a soul
Any way the wind blows
It blows me right back home
Let’s go ride the Ferris wheel
Out in Pelacone
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