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You Don't Need It Now
03:35
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Holy Mother Mary,
you can't carry that thing
if you want to make a break for the frontier.
Gotta drop everything,
and as long as your breathing
we'll get you there, get you there
Come get away,
we take in all strays,
give shelter from the sound and the fury.
They gave me your name,
the score of the game,
and your intent to flee from the country.
You'll be alright
(you did not need it and)
You don't need it now.
Every hour of the day
the church bells swing saying
that time is spare and is flying.
The future repeats, the past keeps retreating
and living gives way into dying.
Knees buckling
gets harder to sing
Just when you thought you were ready
to play unafraid that song that you made --
your voice wasn't built to be mighty
You'll be alright
(you did not need it and)
You don't need it now.
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Scuttled the ramparts and now on the run
Engaged with nitrate and ammonium
No proof of what you've done
But I know my captain
Rolling your stones like you already won
You apply the lie to everyone -- "
(But then he raised his gun
and spoke to me as a son)
"Make me legit in the trailer park
Your theory's shot to shit son
One new botched beginning son
Your theory's shot to shit son
Dog will hunt, yeah you're a rabbit you should run
Your theory's shot to shit son
Their memory shot they already forgot
Your theory's shot to shit son
Tell me what's true son, look at my gun
Its true if I said it, son. Its true if I said it, son.
I've made a list. Everyone's on.
Cock the hammer boom and I'm crossing you off
All's i need's a bullet and a lie
And all that's left is I
Make me legit in the trailer park
Your theory's shot to shit son
One new botched beginning son
Your theory's shot to shit son
Dog will hunt, yeah you're a rabbit you should run
Your theory's shot to shit son
Their memory shot they already forgot
Your theory's shot to shit son"
(One more new botched beginning son
One more new botched beginning son
One more new botched beginning son
One more new botched beginning son)
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3. |
Polyphemus
03:34
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Raging wildlife
Wild that is apart from people
so at the dark bar
he rages
hair of the dog
but No-man's friend
he rages
stood up stood down
tricked and blinded
dissapointed
placed bets on a sure thing
what is that sure thing?
Polyphemus
singular gaze
he can't understand
No-man can withstand
that gaze
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4. |
Grand Tangent
02:47
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When the sun blasts raging at the limit of the sky
and the light propogates as it makes its arc
i see a grand tangent there in the sky
or when the old man moon sees the edge of night
and his open mouth cannot fathom the light
i see a grand tangent following its line
oh, ho-ho - my light is like the sun
oh, ho-ho - my life is like that moon
when my eye strikes a line where the blue divides
and the earth pulls the moon which then pulls the tides
i see a grand tangent
tracking through the night
when the seas rises up and roils the land
and the water slides along but cannot pierce the sand
i see a grand tangent following its line
oh, ho-ho - my light is like the sun
oh, ho-ho - my life is like that moon
From void to void the spectrum spans
gold vacillates between end to end
but grand tangent knows where it lands
we'll chart the course in double blind
But old man tangent doesn't mind
grand tangent knows what we'll find
oh, ho-ho - my light is like that path
oh, ho-ho - my life is like this band
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5. |
Clementine
02:34
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CLEMENTINE
Oh Clementine,
You and I are a rhyme
And you know it
Down here in the mine
We encumber entwine
Like a star jasmine vine
Down in the mine
(Between the tines)
I shall entwine
(Between the tines)
Like star jasmine vine
(Between the tines)
Oh my Clementine
In between the tines
Of a sharpened divine
You and I are a rhyme
You sit there and shine
Ponder the divine
Down in the mine
(Sharp and divine)
Down in the mine
(Sharp and divine)
Down in the mine
(Sharp and divine)
Bridge
Oh why Clementine
Why do you resign
I think we’ll find it
You can say your mine
I sharpen my tines
Consider the vine
Oh Clementine
(Down in the mine)
Oh Clementine
(Down in the mine)
Oh Clementine
(Down in the mine)
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6. |
Humming
03:04
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HUMMING
Charlie McGloughlon
In the car I hear a song
threadbare as my old red shirt
torn, and evidently worn:
a song my dad sung in early morning.
A broken song, kind of sweet.
But sad, and seemed to slow his feet.
I seem him walk from room to room,
shuffling and humming this tune.
I drive my car down this road
a ringing growing in my ears
someone must be speaking of me
but i cannot hear them
i make my way down this road
the ring growing in my ear
that is when the humming starts
its the only way to make the ringing stop
its the only way to make the ringing stop
its the only way to make the ringing stop
its the only way to make it stop
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My hands ache while I'm playing
strum cant take a thinner gage
trig finger tendon snapping
makes me play a "B" instead of "C"
but I play into the pain
so Miss Extra Round Abdomen
I see you look my way
might kill me but I'm hungry
I'll take you down my throat
today, what d'ysay, y'say?
keep your eyes fixed on me
while i take you down a crooked road
so meet me down crooked gangway
i see your thoughts profane
don't tell me you're too holy
infidel - kill your faith
today, today, today
keep your eyes fixed on me
while i take you down a crooked road
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8. |
Nine Birds on a Line
02:41
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NINE BIRDS ON A LINE
Nine birds on a line
Alight each in its time
Gliding in wind in rhyme
That’s the way I feel you
(That’s the way I feel you)
Giant steps are what I take when I’m around you
Giant steps are what I take
Giant steps are what I take when I’m around you
Giant steps
Long-legged mayfly
Moving on water it glides
Silent slippery slides
That’s the way I think on you
(That’s the way I think on you)
Kind of blue is how I feel when I’m around you
Kind of blue is how I feel
Kind of blue is how I feel when I’m around you
Kind of blue
Jumping tamarin
Misses a grip on a limb
Tumbling in green he spins
That’s the way I fall for you
(That’s the way I fall for you)
Three birds on a line
Each gyrating in rhyme
They do not understand why
That’s the way I feel for you
(That’s the way I feel for you)
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Charlie McGloughlin Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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