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Leave in Peace
04:35
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No cheek unturned and no more lies to dream up,
I told my baby "I'm no longer in love, let me leave in peace." To quickly quell the thought of half-hearted smiles, my darlin' looked at me, said "think of the child, you can't leave." "Let me leave in peace." A home so broken that, when I tried to fix it, my daughter cried and said "the pieces won't fit, let me leave in peace."
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Reflection of Me
06:36
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Hello, Someday
05:00
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Hello, someday. I didn't think it would be raining when you came. Hello, every dream I've ever known that's grown to see the harshness of the day. Goodbye everyone I've ever loved that's disappeared in dark, disarming ways. Say, old savior, I didn't know that I was born to be a man. But, I've made a little money, now I'll show the world exactly where I stand. With your parishes all perishing, I'd like to if I could buy that land? Auf wiedersehen my gentle dame, I thought you knew life was difficultly woven and construed. By any name, it's just a game in which you choose. You've been fortunate to know not how to lose. Sister Mary, I thought we finished what we started long ago. I'm still enchanted by the moral of your stories, and the glory of the show. So, each time you speak I listen, learning less of what I always thought to know.
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I can see at least a mile of copper trees and children's eyes all smiling for what is yet to come. Subtleness is not a scene I can recall from memory, if memory was something I recalled. Fall asleep gracelessly, rest on still-smoke-filled lungs. Dream a Fall dream of your fallen dreams. Tightly tied tongues cannot speak eloquent, heaven sent sentiments. None. The sun does not shine upon God's tragic, whiskey bent sons.
I awake to smothering another dream of struggling to reconcile with what I have become. Sympathy need not know me, its efforts would be make believe employed by a man on the run...from nothing, nobody, no one.
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Altered by an Altar
05:29
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It's a given, Jane, I won't get into heaven if I am inclined to follow the times that I'm in. So, momma please don't ask of me to see the son again. I have found that ground with nothing left to give. I'm praying to the ghosts of Alabama from the water in the Gulf of Mexico. Altered by an altar to the faults of ol' Montana, momma told me, "Boy there's something you should know. And you may learn the lessons in these unforgiving questions."
"Dear Lord, it's been years. Can I still call you dear? Can you hear the broken spoke by dying men? Baptised twice, can I afford to price of double sin? Or, must I swim the holy river once again?"
I saw him standing there, a glare so distant. With the choir of a liar bound to start, mad half drunk on whiskey, he asked me "Brother, don't you miss me? Don't you want to know the ways you broke my heart?"
The southern gentleman has uncovered once again the widowed dove. Sell him antebellum, tell him devils can't afford that kind of love. If hell and him are different, then in sentiment I'm sure that they both hold the thought of new south urgencies, the need to grasp the riches from the old."
And I, for one, am one who does exactly what he's told.
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You don't belong with me
03:37
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The wings of an angel, torn off, dismantled for loving a man with the whole of her heart. The soul of a woman now walks alone by the gates of "New Eden," or Asbury Park. The Devil's at the door, offering much more than she had wanted on her skin. She can't do nothin' but cry, and let him in. Sweet virgin, don't you see? You don't belong with me. With breathing as burden, life is versed in...cursed with pain. Death plays something more like the refrain. A gift half given, half of it written in blood, a dark crimson to prove she's alive. She reads the script then, hopelessly wonders why men have to suffer then see a demise. The Devil's by her side, offering a lie that reads like lovesick lullabies. His truth, one exception, that everybody dies.
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Sweet Annie Mae
06:15
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I keep having this dream where you kept the baby, and you were still here to hold it beside me. Now, I'm haunted by scenes where I'm a good father, and you are still here to lay down beside me.
The heat of the day was silently rolling down sweet Annie Mae, when she left my dying. The water at play was shining a diamond upon her sweet face, or maybe she's crying.
I'd rather burn than live without you, throw myself into the sun, fill one thousand lungs with water, not the air if you weren't there.
Every town, every place, seems to be holding a brand new mistake. It's like I'm running in place with happiness swinging in front of my face...just out of reach.
Before the dawn and morning's dew, I am reminded by the moon that the sun is always shining. It's the earth that chose to move. Just like you.
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The Same Deserted Sea
05:26
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