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A Little More Blood
03:04
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I’m down here driving nails all day, breaking my back for pay.
Old John Henry’s turning in his grave ‘cause that steam drill won anyway. Now I’ve got me a Polly-Ann,
I’ve got my walking boss,
but ain’t nobody gonna sing no song when I break my damn fool heart.
My grand-daddy fought in the western front where black skies burned the blue.
Lighting up Jerry from the tail gun of a Boeing 52. But when FDR let Dresden burn
it broke my granddad’s heart.
Now it’s just a little more blood and your last dollar or the whole world falls apart.
Well there’s wolves out on the prowl, there’s a fox in the henhouse now.
Board your windows and lock your doors, They’re gonna burn this whole world down.
How low can they go?
How many more dead sons?
Well they kiss their cheeks and shake their hands and send ‘em off with a gun.
I’m down here driving nails all day,
working for a brighter day.
Wondering when the war’s coming home
and just who’s gonna pay.
It ain’t you getting shot to hell,
staring up at some drone.
Or your little sister crying out alone
in the dark desert cold.
While we were sleeping they built a beast
out of fire, gears, and skin.
Now they build the bombs where they built the cars in Warren, Michigan.
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2. |
Angel of Mercy
03:24
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Angel of mercy,
don’t you let me down easy
Don’t be fooled by the holes
in the knees of my jeans
Don’t you lay your loving hands
across these crooked shoulders
Because I’m older now
and I know there is treason in mercy
When I was a young one
my mother said son
you’ve got to love all your neighbors
and everyone you meet
That lesson held tight
It kept me alive
But you learn to walk that line
learn to love learn to fight
And maybe we'll answer for this dance of fools
when we are free from all this wanting
there’s nothing left to lose
Just some old stubborn lovers
some blacked out old blues
Oh mercy me
So get me out of this town
Get me out of this country
Let me lay here on the floor just as quiet as a wing
I’m sick of the way
we worship violence and fame
It’s one endless parade
marching kings to their graves
So just seek and you will find
there’s peace on the edges sometimes
Sleep don’t come easy, if it comes around at all
and if it does will you know that you’re dreaming?
So get me out of this town
Get me out of this country
Kick the door in on everything
get me out of my head
I pray that you’ll find me
in the sway of an old pine tree
The river gently winding leaves nothing left unsaid
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3. |
Wolves
02:53
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Dark skies ahead, hard times behind
I may be losing my mind
But there ain’t nothing to fear
but what I’ve lost dear
Darlin’ beware what you find
I could’ve swore I couldn’t take any more
Stuck ink, and drink towards the end
On and on, on and on
Til the great hoop wheels again
So let the cold wind carry me home
May the northstar always show
A little love in my hands
and I can’t understand
how I could ever ask for more
Feels like full time work staying over the dirt
praying for those who’ve gone on
Someday, sometime, my soul will fly
And I’ll see them all down the line
If only my arms could keep you from harm
and my hands keep the wolves from the door
But there ain’t nothing to do,
but see this life through
There’s no steering clear of the storm
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4. |
Everything Must Die
02:43
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Roll me over and turn me ass up.
This shit’s getting tired, and I’m fading now.
Took the last 20 years raising sons
that won’t come home no more.
Everything must die,
and boy you ain’t looking right.
You can take my name off of every list, sir
I’m gonna jump off a goddamn bridge.
Drive my truck to the top of Bear Mountain,
here I leap, and here I fall.
Everything must die,
and I’m tired of waitin for my time.
Down in the alley where the dead men sleep
I spend my paycheck on spinning things.
This is just a splinter of that bender,
hand me my wine every goddamn day.
Everything must die,
and boy you ain’t looking right.
You can take my name off of every list, sir
I’m gonna jump off a goddamn bridge.
Drive my truck to the top of Bear Mountain,
here I leap, and here I fall.
Everything must die,
and I’m tired of waitin for my time.
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5. |
Lovers Without Love
02:16
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Take my life and lay me down
ain’t got no use for higher ground
ain’t got not use for no kingdom in the clouds
I swear I’ll die a happy man,
if I can lay in your hands
if I can roll out darling in your arms
And now some folks wait on some promises made
by some old fool who wagered on the faith
But my soul has been saved by my own wicked ways
and a kingdom for her love anyday
Now everyone forgiven for what we cannot know
Buried in your hearts and lost in your hands;
Without fail, lovers without love
I used to dream dark dreams
walk them darkest streets
I used to need things no good man should need.
But I can’t regret one single misstep
because every drunken one let me onto you
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6. |
Borderland Dreams
03:25
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I know you’re going crazy.
Gonna leave me here maybe.
You thrashed all night,
tossed into the morning light,
and woke me up crying.
I know it gets hard on these high plains,
in these same old bars.
Nothing new under the sun.
Now I’m feeling kind of lazy.
I find it’s hard to carry on
working this same goddamned land
that killed my granddad.
Nothing new under this Oklahoma sun.
But your heart has turned,
I heard you pleading with your grandmama’s urn.
Asking how the hell she ever made it through.
This land is hard.
These rolling plains stretch so far.
Folks can’t get their minds
around what lies on the other side.
It may be safer just to stay,
but you come to me
shaking hard from your borderland dream.
And you whisper Texas babe.
Crawl in this old Ford.
You grind the gears and I’ll work the floor.
Let that panhandle go,
let that cool blue norther blow
the echos of a thousand prayers.
Come that first light of dawn,
darlin’ we will be long gone.
Long gone.
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7. |
No Surrender
03:40
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We were young and full of hell,
took our time and spent it well
But those days, they are rusted and gone
I am but bound by memories
and tethered by old guitar strings
Somewhere out there in some old song
I toed the line and held it strong
I could see the forest for the trees
But now I’m rusted, busted and weak
Weathered by things I cannot see
But all I need is gasoline
for my tired old machine
Everything I left is in the wind
All I want is a few more days
to find my way back when and say that come hell or high water
come all you sons and all of you daughters
there ain’t no surrender
I’m tired of this cold grind
Driving home one-eyed at closing time
I’m tired of losing my damn mind
I’m sorry friend but it’s been too long
since we got tight, hit the road
and drove til dawn
But I call your name in the morning light
Nickel-bound and wound down to hail the night
And the green beneath the steel yard’s heat
Now where are we? Ships in the night.
Was there some road where I turned?
Some goddamn bridge I forgot to burn?
Some trick that I never learned?
Under the weight of the midday sun
Hammer in hand, pills and booze and loaded guns
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8. |
Devil If You Do
03:11
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Lost in my living room, where does the day go?
I sat down to catch my breath about six hours ago.
There’s a crack in the kitchen wall,
I think it’s growing in size.
The whole damn world is crashing down
right before my eyes.
It’s the devil if you do, damned if you don’t.
It’s the highway if you will, right here if you won’t.
My back is tired babe, my mind ain’t right.
Lost in your medicine chest, dying for the light.
But I may just turn my head and walk away.
It’s been my habit for some time
to wait for better days.
It’s the devil if you do, damned if you don’t.
It’s the highway if you will, right here if you won’t
Never seen the great north woods,
never been to Maine.
A man I know and don’t really trust, well,
he says its all about the same.
I could build a roaring fire,
burn some memories,
and search that pyre for something worthwhile
in the ashes of yesterday.
But I’m gonna follow my heart
straight back to bed
and try again in the afternoon
when I ain’t shaking so bad.
It’s the devil if you do, damned if you don’t.
It’s the highway if you will, right here if you won’t
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9. |
Sartre's Blues
03:45
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There’s fruit flies in the kitchen fucking up all my food
My lady’s grown tired of my blues, as she’s bound to do
Darlin I swear that I ain’t crazy
Dogs barking at nothing at 3 in the morning
There’s something living inside of these walls chewing on the cording
Darlin I swear that I ain’t crazy
But these little things just get right to me
Lord grant me the strength to carry on
‘Cause one more goddamn day like this and I’m moving on
Can’t find the grocery list,
but the writing’s on the wall
We are lost, abandon ship boys,
you can’t save ‘em all
Darlin I swear that I ain’t lazy
I read a book on being and existential dread
If we’re all just suffering for nothing babe then why get out of bed?
Darlin I swear that I ain’t lazy
but this half-blind frenchman’s getting to me
Lord grant me the strength to carry on
‘Cause one more goddamn day like this and I’m moving on
Lord give me calm and steady hands
My fingers curling into fists and my punches always land
The boss is letting me go,
putting me on a shelf
I’d like to say that it ain’t my fault
but I work for myself
Darlin I swear that I ain’t lazy
but this shit ain’t worth what I pay me
Lord grant me the strength to carry on
'Cause one more goddamn day like this and I'm moving on
Lord give me calm and steady hands
My fingers curling into fists and my punches always land.
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10. |
Coyote Trail
03:43
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11. |
Oblivion Blues
02:18
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Darlin’ I don’t know just where I’m from
I feel the cold down in my bones
But oh how I’m burning up
If I come to my senses,
I believe I’ll head out west
where no hard luck, no law man
will ever find their rest
So Darlin’ don’t you worry, don’t you moan
I ain’t in no hurry to go
‘Cause no one sees through
my deep blacks and my blues
Just sweet oblivion and you
Darlin’ how I pine,
searching for some simpler days
Just a madman on some long ship
cutting hellbound through the waves
Oh dear, how I lie.
Searching for what I will not find
Just a sad man, and ill-equipped
Riding roughshod over my mind
So Darlin’ don’t you worry, don’t you moan
I ain’t in no hurry to go
‘Cause no one sees through
my deep blacks and my blues
Just sweet oblivion and you
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