1. |
A Coyote in Death Valley
01:41
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A ghostly coyote inhales the heat
and pants along Death Valley's red stone.
Always without, it lives enough to starve.
And yet, it hunts and haunts
with trailing pups.
Its carrion canine eyes search
for such contentment
it has never known nor will.
And better than any man's words
those eyes will say,
you're going to need water for the way.
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2. |
Innocent Clarissa
03:41
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Rally, rally, up around the bend,
'cause I don't know
what's up ahead.
The air is gray,
as the souls of today,
and I think I heard them say,
innocent Clarissa,
"come and dance in the unknown."
The rain it falls,
like words from incantations
and a score of sins at reconciliation.
The thunder rumbles like blasphemy
between you and me,
innocent Clarissa,
come and dance in the unknown.
Lightning strikes,
but there's nothing to kill,
in this flashing flood
and its reptile swill.
Even water has the power to kill--
even out here.
Innocent Clarissa,
come and dance in the unknown.
Clarissa, we can see that you're so sweet,
just like we all once were.
And Clarissa we can see that you can't stay
out of this storm forever.
Now, Clarissa, can you see the coyote?
Clarissa, she has danced in this storm
and dances every day.
Clarissa, you should know
that she has known
what it is to have
what must be let go.
The road, it churns,
with a river's blood,
made into rapids,
milky with mud.
The bits of cliff,
they tumble down,
and I heard them say,
innocent Clarissa,
"come and dance in the unknown."
We're laughing mad now
in the middle of the storm.
'Cause I heard them say,
if you're going out there
you're gonna need
water for the way.
Innocent Clarissa,
come and dance in the unknown.
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3. |
Marks in Mahogany
05:35
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And they tell me
I've got nothing,
that I walk alone.
But, my friend,
I'll tell you,
I don't walk alone (no, sir).
I've got someone with me.
I've got two pistols at my hips,
silver, sturdy, with mahogany grips.
Nickel-plated ornate detailing
points the path of the next bullet.
Rolling silver rallies one shot through.
Don't let six times two be twelve for you.
And I've got my tally marks in my mahogany
that remind me
of all the lowly men who try to cross me.
Let them come.
Bounty's such a burden,
it calls forth the vermin
mistaking famed names
for opportunity.
Let them come.
Because I love the flash,
I love the snap,
oh boy, I love the smell
of brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite and lead
and here they come,
coming on down the range,
coming on down the range.
10 more minutes 'til the marks make me,
10 more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Nine more minutes 'til I make my mark,
make my mark in my mahogany.
Eight more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Eight more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Seven more minutes 'til I make my marks,
make my marks in my mahogany.
Six more minutes 'til the marks make me,
six more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Five more minutes 'til I make my marks,
make my marks in my mahogany.
Four more minutes 'til the marks make me,
four more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Three more minutes 'til I make my marks,
make my marks in my mahogany.
Two more minutes 'til the marks make me,
two more minutes 'til the marks make me.
One more minute 'til I make my marks,
make my marks in my mahogany.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
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4. |
Falling, Pt. One
03:27
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I was falling, then thought I was saved,
but now it's more than dirt that fills my grave.
Pointing fingers is so easy,
when they're on your hand,
but it's a whole other story
when they prick your trial's stand.
I'd like to go back
and change my name,
but I bet they'd still scorn
my somewhat innocent face.
Last meal black coffee,
potatoes with steak.
I guess it's all my momma
ever really knew how to make.
Maybe it's better
my last rights are read,
because you can't do no more sinnin'
when you're dead.
Telephone rang out,
the guard said "it's for you."
Behind me, the hangman said,
"tell 'em I'll call back in a few."
I looked up to God and governor
with a pound of hope.
The trapdoor opened,
and they caught me with a rope.
I was falling, then thought I was saved,
but now it's more than dirt that fills my grave.
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5. |
Chains of Nature
05:11
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An insatiable, lascivious leech,
is writhing in dirty water,
to latch on and suck from
an already withered wench.
This foul hunger
for all the secret creases.
This foul hunger
for every unpleasant scent
conditioned to bliss.
This foul hunger
for every heavenly impurity.
How can a mind have such a focus?
Desire burns me
to convulsive conniption.
Desire churns my innards
nearly to apoplexy,
nearly to apoplexy.
No, to pleading!
Deary, please, have mercy on me!
Yeah, deary, please, have mercy on me
and my, my, my, my, my
foul hunger
for all the secret creases.
This foul hunger
for every unpleasant scent
conditioned to bliss.
This foul hunger
for every heavenly impurity.
How can a mind have such a focus
and maintain such a society?
How can a mind have such a focus
and maintain such civility?
How can a mind have this focus?
You hording wyrm!
Adorning yourself
to prink and prattle
but never please
this disease that pricks me so.
And I'm begging you, please!
Deary, please, have mercy on me,
yeah, have mercy on me
and free me from the chains
these chains
these chains of
foul hunger.
for all the secret creases.
This foul hunger
for every unpleasant scent
conditioned to bliss.
This foul hunger
for every heavenly impurity.
How can a mind have this focus?
Temptress behind the gates of sadism,
press yourself against its rigid bars
to find my rigid bar
and free us both
from the chains
oh, these chains,
from these chains
the chains of nature.
And peace, peace, now, peace, peace, now
peace, peace, now, (I have no) peace now,
peace peace now, (bring me vivid liberty) peace,
peace now, peace, peace now!
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6. |
Maybe I Chose, Pt. Two
02:59
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7. |
Swing Swing, Pt. Three
03:53
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(Here we go)
I ain't 'pposed.
You're comin with me.
You're comin with me.
Do the swing swing with me
Do the swing swing with me
Do the swing swing with me
Do the swing swing with me
Do the swing swing with me
Kick and swing
kick and swing
kick and swing
kick and swing
kick and swing
kick and swing
All night long!
All night long!
All night long!
For the rest of your life!
Do the swing swing with me
Do the swing swing with me
Do the swing swing with me
A little to the left
and then you swing to the right
say hi to the crowd
and you feel alright
Kick and swing
kick and swing
kick and swing
kick and swing
kick and swing
kick and swing
All night long!
For the rest of your life!
All night long!
All night long!
And don't stop now!
I made my choices;
what can you say of yours?
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8. |
The Color of Whiskey
06:55
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She walked lonely
into the bar
and spotted her man
from afar.
He was sharing his whiskey,
laugh and a seat
with some harlot he would never
let her meet.
She watched like a snake
then recoiled like a doe
back to her empty home
was the only place to go.
She brooded, wrote and drew
with a heavy black ink.
What's a woman to do,
but feel pain and think?
She wrote, she read,
she drew, she bled,
it was all she could see.
He arrived dark-early,
from business, he claimed.
It was all she could do
to keep her face unchanged.
"I have an idea, honey,
listen to me,
when we wake, let's picnic
down by the creek."
He huffed an okay,
those were his yesses these days,
then he slipped to his last slumber
with nothing more to say.
She wrote she read,
she drew, she bled,
it was all she could see.
When they woke, she packed
the whole picnic, her task.
He prepared nothing,
except his old worn flask.
With her smile, they set off
for the creek.
He asked her, "how long
is this going to take?"
Just the rest of your
life, she thought.
But answered him playful,
with an 'Aw, c'mon!"
Where the creek ran quickly
and the creek ran clear,
she set the blanket out
and said, "it's perfect here."
She set the scene,
so serene and pretty.
They, the only ones,
so far from the city.
She wrote, she read,
she drew, she bled.
It was all she could see.
Nature's greens and golds
blended with the water
and opened his eyes
to how he truly saw her.
"You did all of this
for me and us,
I've been ignoring your
gift of love."
She smiled sweetly
and with a start,
reached into her bag
and pulled her tools for art.
"What's that for?"
"You will see
"Take off your shirt,
"and come over to me."
Lulled by once-
forgotten love
he took off his shirt,
and she put on her gloves.
Before he could speak,
she took off her shirt.
He swallowed his question,
and said "Oh the gifts of this Earth."
"Our love is the ink
in this pen.
Let me tattoo it onto you
to show it has no end."
With remorseful clarity,
he said, "yes."
She gestured to the water,
and they both undressed.
She wrote, she read,
she drew, she bled.
It was all she could see.
Naked in the knee-deep water,
she looked into his eyes and said,
"I saw her."
She thrashed him in the neck
with that inky pen.
It cracked within his sinew
and regret.
The blood and the ink
spilled out as a set.
He dropped like an unstrung
marionette.
Those red and black snakes
turned to dust in the water
and diluted to
a curious golden color.
She knelt and washed
the blood and love
from her skin.
Along with her feelings of liberation.
That body floating downstream
belonged to a bastard,
but was also once
my true and worthy lover.
She knelt in the water
and shed a tear,
then got dressed on the shore
when the water ran clear.
His throat, it bled
with black, and red.
It was all she could see
She packed the picnic
and walked homeward bound,
aimless as a widow
in an empty town.
She discarded her burdens
as best she could,
dumpsters don't hold
guilt too good.
His throat, it bled,
with black and red.
It was all she could see.
She entered the bar
and sat at a stool,
"is this where my husband
took me for a fool?"
His throat, it bled
with black, and red.
It was all she could see.
She thought, "Yeah, that's revenge,
it ain't supposed to be sweet.
Nothin' that can't be fixed
with a double whiskey."
His throat, it blied,
with black and red.
It was all she could see.
She gulped it down
and let it burn.
"He was a worthless man,
it's what he deserved."
HIs throat, it bled
with black, and red.
It was all she could see.
She looked at her drink
and stood up in horror.
She looked at her drink
and stood up in horror:
whiskey's the color
of blood ink and water.
She looked at her drink
and stood up in horror:
whiskey's the color
of blood ink and water.
She looked at her drink
and stood up in horror:
whiskey's the color
of blood ink and water.
She looked at her drink
and backed out in horror:
everything's the color
of blood ink and water.
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9. |
Stealing Art
05:20
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I am leaving Arizona.
I've packed just what I need and love.
I am leaving across the desert,
that girl is nothing but memory.
I am leaving Arizona.
Her children sleep in my backseat.
Oh, the twisted paths we walk;
the things we choose to take and what we find.
Is it luck? Is it will? Was I made to save?
If it's fate, it all just cancels out.
Shall I protect what has no protector?
She made them. She claimed she loved them.
But I never saw her care.
She made them with their father,
but they should never speak again.
I took them from their mother,
because she was not even a friend.
And I shudder at the fading potential,
through neglect, I've seen perfection flawed.
We can choose who to be, I was made to save,
and it was my fate to find this out.
I shall protect what has not protector.
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
What you can't is who you'll work to not be.
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
What you can't is who you'll work to not be.
I am leaving Arizona.
It'll be days before she notices.
I am leaving across the desert.
I will raise them to what they were made to be.
I am leaving Arizona.
I will make our surname "Liberty."
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
What you can't is who you'll work to not be.
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
What you can't is who you'll work to not be.
Oh, the twisted paths we walk,
the things we choose to take
and what we find.
It is luck, it is will, I was made to save,
and it was all just my fate to find this out.
We are all looking for virtue.
We are all looking for purpose.
We are all looking for virtue.
And I am virtuous now.
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10. |
The Road
04:00
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We all know
the way down the road.
Yeah, we all know the way.
But we don't know
what is on that road.
No, we don't know who we'll meet.
Yet we must go nonetheless.
We all know
the weight of the road.
Yeah, we all know the weight.
But we don't know what makes up the road.
No, we don't know how it breaks.
But we must go, nonetheless.
Now, you go, go by yourself.
Yeah, you go, with no one else.
And when you go,
you'll find yourself.
You'll find your home,
and someone else.
If it's ordained.
If you chose it.
It belongs to you
and no one else.
Now, you go, go by yourself
yeah, you go, with no one else
and when you go, go by yourself
you'll find your home,
you'll find yourself,
you'll find your home,
and someone else.
If it's ordained.
If you chose it.
It belongs to you
and no one else.
So go.
Go down the road.
So go.
Go down the road.
So go.
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