1. |
One Slow Exhale
04:10
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Scattered stones on this old land,
Worn out rings on bruised up hands.
I get low, right to the ground, & watch the shadows from your point of view…
But I’ve never been in love, you know. Not like you.
You’ve got this cold affection,
Burning like frostbite
Hanging low through all these days and nights.
You’ve got this cold affection —
One slow exhale as we crawl towards our final destination.
Count your cash by the grey sun…
Will I be here when you’re done?
I get low and turn to the sky & from this hollow I can see it all:
Your bloodline in your eyes every time I fall.
You’ve got this cold affection,
Burning like frostbite
Hanging low through all these days and nights.
You’ve got this cold affection —
One slow exhale as we crawl towards our final destination.
I get low…
I get low…
I get low.
You’ve got this cold affection,
Burning like frostbite
Hanging low through all these days and nights.
You’ve got this cold affection —
One slow exhale as we crawl towards our final destination.
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2. |
Sweet Eyes
04:30
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6 A.M. ... got the TV on.
It's too early, and he's already gone.
They say he's off working,
but I know they're all lying.
I've seen them women -- giving him the sweet eyes,
With their jeans on a little too tight for their thighs.
I've seen them women -- giving him the sweet eyes.
If he's got the honey,
They're more than happy to be his flies.
They all have something to say
About this or that girl who touched him this or that way.
They think I don't hear the whispers...
but I hear it all like gunfire
I've seen them women -- giving him the sweet eyes,
With their jeans on a little too tight for their thighs.
Yes, I've seen them women -- giving him the sweet eyes.
If he's got the honey,
They're more than happy to be his flies.
Once upon a time,
He loved me.
Once upon a time,
He loved me.
When did that change, baby?
I've seen them women -- giving him the sweet eyes,
With their jeans on a little too tight for their thighs.
I've seen them women -- giving him the sweet eyes.
If he's got the honey,
They're more than happy to be his flies.
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3. |
Storm Warning
04:36
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I’ve seen it before — the skies are turning green.
Think there’s gonna be a storm.
Do ya’ know what I mean?
I’ve seen it before — the skies are turning green.
Think there’s gonna be a storm.
Do ya’ know what I mean?
They should issue a warning
When you start talking like that, first thing in the morning.
And if I were younger, and of sounder mind, I don’t think I’d put up with your shit…
But I’ve met your mean old man,
So I guess I understand
Where you get it.
I’ve seen it before — the skies are turning green.
Think there’s gonna be a storm.
Do ya’ know what I mean?
I’ve seen it before — the skies are turning green.
Think there’s gonna be a storm.
Do ya’ know what I mean?
Me, I’m a lot like you.
We’re just a pair of tornadoes rolling through.
We’ve got misdirected anger & we use it to wreck everyone in our paths.
But when we’re on our own, in a broke-down van… I look at you, and laugh.
I’ve seen it before — the skies are turning green.
Think there’s gonna be a storm.
Do ya’ know what I mean?
I’ve seen it before — the skies are turning green.
Think there’s gonna be a storm.
Do ya’ know what I mean?
A little rain & wind don’t scare me now.
Baby, drive me into that funnel cloud.
I’ve seen it before — the skies are turning green.
Think there’s gonna be a storm.
Do ya’ know what I mean?
I’ve seen it before — the skies are turning green.
Think there’s gonna be a storm.
Do ya’ know what I mean?
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4. |
Honey, Have You Noticed?
04:15
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Honey, have you noticed, pretty things turn ugly so fast?
And the sweet times… never last.
What if it’s us?
What if we ruin everything we touch?
Baby, I think — I think I’m getting old.
Oh, I’d open a vein, but I’m afraid my blood would run cold.
We are dirt & debris;
The remains of people who used to be happy.
Baby, I think — I think I’m getting old.
Oh, I’d open a vein, but I’m afraid my blood would run cold.
I’m afraid my blood would run cold.
I’m afraid my blood would run cold.
Honey, have you noticed, all our words barely make sense anymore?
Broken records from before….
Blame’s no good now;
There’s no point cursing in a ghost town.
Baby, I think — I think I’m getting old.
Oh, I’d open a vein, but I’m afraid my blood would run cold.
We are dirt & debris;
The remains of people who used to be happy.
Baby, I think — I think I’m getting old.
Oh, I’d open a vein, but I’m afraid my blood would run cold.
I’m afraid my blood would run cold.
I’m afraid my blood would run cold.
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5. |
Johnny Cash Died
05:14
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You were a star on the rise, and I was your trophy.
We were trailer glitterati,
Listening to Johnny Cash & Dolly…
And I really thought we were gonna be happy.
But stars fall, and Johnny Cash died.
And when you reach the cliff, you know it’s the end of the ride.
The lights go out, and the kids run off,
And some people go crazy… others just wave buh-bye.
Stars fall, and Johnny Cash died.
I believed all the bullshit about how a girl could have it all.
I could be your Girl Friday doll,
Driving for miles in your vintage car.
And I really thought nothing could break our hearts….
But stars fall, and Johnny Cash died.
And when you reach the cliff, you know it’s the end of the ride.
The lights go out, and the kids run off,
And some people go crazy… others just wave buh-bye.
Stars fall, and Johnny Cash died.
Stars fall.
Baby, and when you reach the cliff, you know it’s the end of the ride.
The lights go out, and the kids run off,
And some people go crazy… others just wave buh-bye.
Stars fall, and Johnny Cash died.
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Sounds like... Howard Hughes’ mind on a steamy summer night in 1936, electrified with champaign-soaked bubbles & all of his neurons synapsing endlessly between light & dark, Las Vegas & solitude, being the predator & being the prey.
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