1. |
Hello
00:34
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Hello?
Yes, this is she.
No, I’m sorry, he’s not here right now. Can I take a message?
Mmm…
Uh-huh.
Well, I’m sorry Barb, he’s not here!
Oh…
I have to go…
I have to go!
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2. |
The Fools
02:24
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We were dancing in a twister
We were staying up too late
Caught up in each other
And you thought that it was fate
But I can feel the edges
Curling in with old decay
Be careful what you wish for
Before it is too late
And I am always riding
That line of darkest night
You tell me not to worry
Things are better in the eye
Of the storm
That we are dancing through
Of this vortex
Binding me to you
No hearts are torn asunder
By the rolling of our thunder
Oh, but we were fools
When the twister dropped us off
We weren’t in Kansas anymore
The light refracted colors
I had never seen before
On the wind, my mother’s voice
Came chiming in our ears,
“Keep your hearts well-guarded
But don’t drown them in your fear.”
And I am always riding
That line of darkest night
You tell me not to worry
Things are better in the eye
Of the storm
That we are dancing through
Of this vortex
Binding me to you
No hearts are torn asunder
By the rolling of our thunder
Oh, but we were fools
And we didn’t know then
That a storm never dies
It keeps twisting and bends
To the will of the tide
Of the storm
That we are dancing through
Of this vortex
Binding me to you
No hearts are torn asunder
By the rolling of our thunder
Oh, but we were fools
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3. |
American Kitschen
03:48
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Soft yellows for Easter
A slight heel just for spring
Red white blue for summer
The center of all things
Dead leaves in the doorway
The fresh kill of fall
American kitschen
The root source of it all
Mornings are hard now
Her hair is getting thin
Evenings are long now
The ceiling caving in
His days at the office
Have now since come and gone
American kitsch in
The land of what went wrong?
Stable bedroom walls
In the evening shake
Pull the curtains tight
Kill the garden snake
Mice in the boards
Hear but never tell
Quiet muffled screams
It all works so well
It all works so well
Bright tinsel at Christmas
Our love is on display
Fireworks at new year’s
Our trouble’s gone away
Has herself a merry
Christmas on her own
Waiting for the day when
He finally comes home
Soft yellows for Easter
A slight heel just for spring
Red white blue for summer
The center of all things
Dead leaves in the doorway
The fresh kill of fall
American kitschen
The root source of it all
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4. |
Salt the Ground
03:59
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Can you fault an explanation
Of a hallowed consecration
Mothers fighting demons
For their kids
Future minor alterations
To avoid an altercation
Watch the men in suits open
Up their bids
Misty eyes down mirrored halls
Young wives waiting for the call
Or a reassuring letter home
Can we begrudge them their vices
All too late to realize that
They’ll be left there waiting
All alone
Salt the ground
For your children
For your sister
For the fire we do not expect to survive
Salt the ground
For your mother
For your father
For the the hope of ever getting out alive
In our hearts we all are vagrants
Perched on careful prearrangements
We are daughters handed
To the groom
In the sky we seek our savior
Always on our best behavior
Reaching absolution in the
Face of doom
We will march and we will carry
All the things that we are wary of
This fighting can’t go on much
Longer now
Tensions in the air are rising
People swaying, people lying
At the end we wonder if we
Kept our vows
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5. |
Queen For a Day
04:48
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You can start a holy fire in a
Trash can in the park
You can kick and knock it over just to
Dance among the sparks
You can call for law and order
You can rain down anarchy
You can strike down revolution
“God said this belongs to me”
So scream and shout
The fire’s out
The sun has gone away
You’re not the boss of anyone
You were only ever queen for a day
You can fight it or deny it, live your life
The way you choose
Head strung out on delusions only
Paved with minor truths
You can pass down your decrees to
Anyone still left around
You were never one to buy your myth
Or salt the hallowed ground
So scream and shout
The fire’s out
The sun has gone away
You’re not the boss of anyone
You were only ever queen for a day
Calling all the martyrs
Come declare yourselves
Master of your downfall
Your death wish down the well
Come give your devotion
Come and kiss me sore
Love me for a moment
And the note I never gave you
Principality left to rot
The letter that you wanted
Filled with words I never thought
And the oceans are still rising
But we dance until it’s dark
The future is a made up thing
And you and I will go out with the sparks
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6. |
Burger Queen
02:41
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She’s the mother of the age
Of the extortionist
She’s the scepter in the hand of
My own exorcist
She’s the feast of all saints gathered
Far and wide
She is packaged tight and married to
The father of lies
And I love her more with
Every single day
And all I can ever seem
To say
Is give me burger queen
The old American pipe dream
Give me something satisfying
Don’t care if you think I’m dying
All I really want is suffering
So give me burger queen
She is sweet and vilifying
All at once
She will save all of your pictures
In a book called treasured moments
She is holy and condemned
And she’s a mystery
On the road she is the rage
A woman of the age
And I love her more and more
With every single day
And all I can ever seem
To say
Is give me burger queen
The old American pipe dream
Give me something satisfying
Don’t care if you think I’m dying
All I really want is suffering
So give me burger queen
Her word is moving on and on
And we are getting nowhere
The fractured hollows of my mind
And I am feeling nothing
Give me something satisfying
Don’t care if you think I’m dying
All I really want is suffering
So give me burger queen
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7. |
Western Snow
04:15
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Autumn wind came sweeping
Fire ahead
Birds once dead now wake, turning our
Rivers red
Lovers’ spit is drying
Mountain peaks
Western snow will haunt you
Martyred hearts will reap
The dead
The fear
The blood
Run clear
Western snow will haunt you
Martyred hearts will heal
So we’ll fight down to the river
Casting stones, forgiving none
Tearing veins up from the earth
Skin burning in the sun
And we’ll cut our wrists and bleed
Every last hope into the ground
Then salt it with our quiet tears
Until you come around again
On liar’s peak we’ll suffer and we’ll
Cross our hands
Marking idle tendrils making
Grave demands
Wind caresses sleeping bodies
Troubled land
Whipping never grasping
Lover’s hearts to sand
The dead don’t
Fear the night
As blood
Runs clear
Western snow still haunts you
No more hearts to heal
So we’ll fight down to the river
Casting stones, forgiving none
Tearing veins up from the earth
Skin burning in the sun
And we’ll cut our wrists and bleed
Every last hope into the ground
Then salt it with our quiet tears
Until you come around again
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8. |
Home
04:13
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Done a lot of running in my life
I’m not winning any races
These feet will only carry me so far
Back to the bar
I’ll drown my thoughts before I think of you
There’s nothing left to do here
I’m leaving in a minute when I’m through
So I go to sleep
But I’ll only dream
Of the way we used to be
And the way that you’d tell me
I was home
You were home
Been draining all these cities of their gin
It’s not doing any favors
I keep knocking on strange doors
Please let me in
I never win
These foreign streets are friendlier than most
Click your heels three times
But you’ll only wind up looking like a joke
All on your own
So I go to sleep
But I’ll only dream
Of the way we used to be
And the way that you’d tell me
I was home
You were home
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9. |
Out With the Sun
03:30
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It was early Sunday morning
On the day that she left with the sun
Left me with my loneliness
My guilty conscience and a gun
I’ve been staring down these dirty,
Bloody, bruised up walls
I haven’t pulled the trigger so
I’ll sit and wait for night to fall
We were on the edge of bold
All American dreams
Living for the glory
Simple stitches pulled
Apart at the seams
The house is getting colder
And I think you’re really gone
I’ll rest my eyes and
Put your records on
It was early Monday evening
On the day that I left with the sun
Torn up with the pavement
There was nowhere left to run
Cancer in the drywall
Moldy roots dead at the seed
Look beneath the floorboards and you’ll find
The language of our greed
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10. |
Guardian
04:15
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We were only seventeen
We were standing on the edge
Of an old serrated knife
Our feet stung as they bled
Cancer moon hung
Carefully, it shined so rusted red
Sunburned skin so taut and dry
Like sheets over our bed
Helter Skelter, Heaven’s Gate
Your dreams all turned to dust
Who you are and who you’ve been
Which one is who you trust
Hubbard, Jonestown, hitler youth
Fresh minds so clear and clean
Washing in the murky water
None of us is free
Americana paid vacation
Watch your life on syndication
Satellite dish generation
Segregation vindication
Marxist screams tea party lies
She who holds his tongue will die
Scream until you catch a spark
You’ll be silent I’ll be gone in the dark
You’ll be silent I’ll be gone in the dark
Living in the past was easy
Decency was law
Martial rule is oh so freeing
Up against the wall
Housewife on her diet pills
The living room’s her stage
Televised for all to see
A woman of the age
Canonized in hell
Guardian don’t ask don’t tell
Together we will fall
Together we will fall apart
The mother of the age of
The extortionist
The Fools will let us in
If we are fortunate enough
God bless abortionists
And all those trapped
Inside Americana
With their tethered lungs
The silent scream
But no one hears
We save their cries for
Words in other songs
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