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Dreaming
06:39
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Dreaming
I like to spend,
most of my time these days sleeping
seems like a better end
than hanging around your place and weeping
My life is boundless,
when I’m spinning soundless
and possibilities are teeming
when I’m immersed,
in another universe
and I’m dreaming
dreaming, I am dreaming...
I wander to the place
where you and I first had it made
as I enter that empty space
where illusions of you still refuse to fade
For the proof of your love
descended from above
and lay there before me gleaming
why I returned it
having spurned it
I must have been dreaming.
dreaming, I must have been dreaming
Your angel of mercy she stabs me
with the blunt end of her opinion
but the mystery that really grabs me
is why you strayed into her dominion
For when I bespoke you
I did invoke you
and visions of you were streaming
but that story’s old
and now I’m told
I must have been dreaming
dreaming, I must have been dreaming
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2. |
Mockingbird
03:15
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Mockingbird
Lord you made me want to jump off the roof.
Lord you made me want to jump off the roof.
Look in my empty eyes.
Baby if you want proof.
Wind keeps blowing, up my sleeve.
Wind keeps blowing, up my sleeve.
All I want to know is,
Why'd my baby leave?
Mockingbird singing alone in a tree.
Mockingbird singing alone in a tree.
Com'on Mockingbird.
Come'n fly with me.
Dead man lying in the room next door.
Dead man lying in the room next door.
Don’t need to tell me.
I've been in that room before
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3. |
The Magician
03:34
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The Magician
All the wooden houses
in all the wooden towns
Snow light, sparkling and drifting
across a tapestry of browns.
I’m heading down the highway
east on 84
The infinite by-way
leading at your door.
There’s a cow in the pasture
The young maids, they swoon
I’m the man beyond capture
I’ve jumped o’er the moon
You big spoon me
like some girl in a dorm
Your arm drifts across me
and blissfully I’m warm
Some say that it’s sappy
Who cares what they think
I’m not just happy
I’m tickled pink.
If I was a pirate
I’d sail the seven seas
And if I was a carpenter
I’d build me some trees.
But I’m The Magician
with one spell left to cast
And when they draw the curtain
I’m certain it's my last.
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4. |
Knocking at your door
03:29
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Knocking at your door.
In is in
Out is out
No need to argue
No need to shout.
When you got nothin
you got nothin to lose
It’s up to you baby
to finally choose.
You don’t want you no more.
So don’t come knocking
knocking knocking at my door.
Now can you tell?
I’ve nothing to sell.
Next time you see me I’ll be
twisting in hell.
You don’t want me no more.
So don’t come knocking
knocking knocking at my door.
chorus:
I remember when the sunshine came and chased away the clouds
I’d never thought that I could feel that way
Thoughts that I was thinking I would never say out loud
Like standing next to you until my dying day.
I don’t blame you
I made the deal
What’s best or you
doesn’t matter how I feel.
You don’t want me no more.
I won’t come knocking
knocking knocking at your door.
chorus :
I remember when the sunshine came and chased away the clouds
I’d never thought that I could feel that way
Thoughts that I was thinking I would never say out loud
Like standing next to you until my dying day.
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5. |
Banjo Town
05:20
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Banjo Town
In Banjo town the mayor is planting apples
In an orchard he cultivates behind town hall
They’re caramelized with fancy Cuban sugar
And displayed for all to see now at the Ball.
A bird who only sings upon the weekend
Though we’re told that she is capable of flight
On a road that’s often paved with silver arrows..
She flits between the darting folds of light
Chorus:
We never frown in Banjo town.
Don’t make a sound in Banjo town
What goes comes round In Banjo town
Don’t act the clown in banjo town.
A multitude of gasses have been harnessed
And they’re utilized by industry today
Our Sargent minds the workers while they gather
And with howling dogs he keeps them all at bay
Chorus:
There’s no protest when everyones indifferent.
And no solution to an issue never raised.
As long as Gimmy cracks the winecast on the fuse-guard.
The rest of us are hardly ever fazed.
Chorus:
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6. |
Frankie and Ronnie
02:26
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Frankie and Ronnie
In a welfare hotel and up three floors
lived a man with a thing for little whores
So big and fat couldn’t get out of bed
visions of sugarplums dance in his head
On the wet pavement a white limousine
out steps a girl swears she’s seventeen
Ronnie on the stoop sucking down a beer
she yells up “Frankie your baby’s here.”
Chorus:
Frankie oh Frankie
Ronnie oh Ronnie
Ronnie won’t you let that sweet thing in.
Won’t you let her on in.
Come on baby won’t you shake that thing
though papa can’t buy you a diamond ring
I’ll give you some smoke, money and a kiss.
“Only my daddy would touch me like this.”
Chorus:
Frankie died of a heart attack
some people say from smokin crack
But I saw him in bed, something on his shirt
and I knew he died for a little skirt.
Chorus:
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7. |
The killer inside of me.
04:08
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The killer inside of me.
I was born in East Texas
The son of a farming man
But when the earth turned to dust
We were driven from the land
We were driven from the land
My mother the strong one
Till she watched her children die
She lost her faith in the good book
And determined it was a lie
Determined it was a lie
There’s no place for a marked ones
In the town or factory
But I’ll never live by bankers rules
Working is not for me
No, working is not for me
With Eastham behind us
And a V8 under the hood
My Browning beside me
And whiskey to make it all good
Yeah whiskey to make it all good.
Chorus:
I’m the killer that you imagine
A stranger with no remorse
I damn you as you have damned me
Twas you that laid my course
Twas you that laid my course
A dusty Ford by the side of the road
we stop with a hand to lend
A hail of bullets from the sheriffs guns
and written was our end
Written was our end
They knew that you loved me
for they laid me by your side
In life I was your mistress
In death I’ll be your bride.
In death I’ll be your bride.
Chorus:
solo:
We’re the killers that you imagine
strangers with no remorse
I damn you as you have damned me
Twas you that laid my course
Twas you that laid my course
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8. |
Love Monkey
05:40
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Love Monkey
When I first saw you swinging in a tree
you made me yours instantaneously
They don’t approve, no, those folks in town
When we pass by we’re greeted with a frown.
Chorus:
Love monkey, love monkey
You are my little love monkey
Love monkey, love monkey
You are my little love monkey
There is a love forbidden to most;
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
I take you down and you gather me in.
Gazing at me with a mischievous grin
Bridge
With my elephant head and sixteen arms
I’m hibiscus red yes it’s one of my charms
I hold you up you draw my spirit
Though my birth is nigh with you I don’t fear it
Chorus:
I’m standing on the shore of sleep.
I pray the lord your soul to keep
The storm is raging the vessel is tossed
I watch in misery as all hands are lost.
Bridge
Chorus:
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