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Nice And Slow
03:58
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There's a hole in the center of the great white world
and we're only gonna dig it down
With our army of spies and our diamond eyes
Set a mile and a half underground
And our pockets fill up and our pockets fall out
And the sun and the water will rise no doubt
And the wind and rain and the hurricanes
Will scatter our cats and dogs about I know
It's what we're asking for
I grew up in the land of the lemonade stand
but it never got as sticky as this
And I still am drinking it every day
But I swear it tastes a lot like piss
Cause I get it from a man in another state
Who buys it by the ton at a better rate
And ships it out here right to my plate
But they just don't make it like they used to make it no
Oooh nice and slow
There's a hole in the center of the deep blue sea
And we're never gonna fill it up
There's a girl back home who cares for me
But these days that's never enough
So I'll work real hard and make mistakes
And learn just a little bit of give and take
And I need her so much my body aches
But we just don't make it like we used to make it no
Oooh nice and slow
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2. |
The River
05:04
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Ten thousand voices on the waterway
They never stop to say goodbye
Another day has left the world with only memory deep inside
Ten thousand voices on the waterway
Some will fall and some will rise
All fearing for themselves
What's waiting there beyond the sky
Hold fast to love
Hold fast like the river go down
Hold fast my love
Hold fast but let it meander
Now pass the cup
Drink deep from the river way down
You pass the love
Hold fast but let it meander
Ten thousand voices scream the battle cry
They never stop to wonder why
Another day has left the world with only suffering as our guide
Hold fast to love
Hold fast like the river go down
Hold fast my love
Hold fast but let it meander
Now pass the cup
Drink deep from the river way down
You pass the love
Hold fast so you can remember
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3. |
Holy Stolen Heart
05:47
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As the population steadily rises at a rate we've never seen
And California swallows its last drops
The United Nations bungles the outbreak in a manner so obscene
Even Hollywood is begging it to stop
And every night I put the knife
into my holy stolen heart
My life spills out in front of me
And I go right back to the start
This emptiness is really killing me
But things can't be as bad as they seem
Another day, another body laying face down in the road
and not a soul to pay for what's been done
The holidays are coming so don't leave him out in the cold
After all we're living in America
And every night I put the knife
Into my holy stolen heart
My life spills out in front of me
And I go right back to the start
This emptiness is really killing me
But things can't be as fucked up as they seem
And everyone I know is disillusioned, decomposing
Barely stumbling by
Like drunks in the night
But they all are hoping, undercover
Loving one another is alright
And it'll stop the fight
Is it alright if we just stop the fight?
And every night I put the knife
Into my holy stolen heart
And my life spills out in front of me
And I go right back to the start
The necromancer's knocking at my door
I swear I seen this movie before
So what the hell are we sticking around here for?d
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4. |
Old New England
04:11
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Can you measure every inch of a man
Just by looking at the ways that he's been torn up
And the pain that he can stand?
And when you think you got him all figured out
Does he turn and walk away and leave you wondering why
It's happening again?
I won't pretend I've always been right
But that don't mean I haven't tried to win every fight
We can't get back the years we've lost
With hope and fear and tears the cost
But in the end, it'll be alright
Cause I'll come home to old New England
If it's the last thing I do
Just to know what I been missing
And to see those hills so blue
So don't you go before I return
Let me get my message through
I'm coming home to old New England
if it's the last thing I do
Every single day that we're apart
Is a testament to how we learn to live our lives
Inside a work of art
I can't really explain it but somehow
I know that I'd be better off
if I just laid down and went right back to the start
The distance is the darkest of nights
But if you can stand it long enough I'll bring you forth the light
We can't get back the years we've lot
With hope and fear and tears the cost
But in the end it'll be alright
Cause I'll come home to old New England
If it's the last thing I do
Just to know what I been missing
And to see those hills so blue
So don't you go before I return
Let me get my message through
I'm coming home to old New England
if it's the last thing I do
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Four O'Clock
04:28
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I drag the morning into the afternoon
I'm still thinking about what I said
and if I said it too soon
The little children are laughing in the street
They don't have any expectations to meet
I can hear them calling but the sound is so far off
Like a diver deep down in the sea
I wanna sink until the darkness washes over me
But the sun is shining, gonna burn up this whole town
Till there ain't nobody left like me hanging 'round
And by the time I finally throw the blankets off
it's 4 o'clock
Oh and if I could block out the light
Only a few hours more until the soft warm night
Maybe I'll pack my bags, move somewhere far up north
Where the winter's everlasting and I won't remember who I was before
Like a wounded bird I tussle and turn
lying here in the silence while my insides twist and yearn
Never thought I would be the sick and shuttered kind
Digging over and over at the bottom of my mind
But I know there's something way down
Gleaming in the wreckage like a long forgotten crown
I wanna wear it on my head
I wanna carry it around
I want everyone to see it shining in the light of day
And I won't ever let any of 'em steal it away
But by the time I finally throw the blankets off
It's 4 o'clock
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6. |
The Well
05:06
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All of my days
Working the well, working the well
Nobody knows
You couldn’t tell, you couldn’t tell
Where is the end of my rope?
It’s in my hands, in my own two hands
In my head and in my hope
It’s where I stand, it’s where I stand
Up from the bottom, up from the bottom
It’s coming up from the bottom, up from the bottom
I am alone
On a garden path, on a garden path
Trimming the hedges
They grow so fast, you know they grow so fast
And all of my nights
Working the well, working the well
So many secrets
I’ll never tell, no I’ll never tell
Up from the bottom, up from the bottom
It’s coming up from the bottom, up from the bottom
I bring it up from the bottom, up from the bottom
I bring it up from the bottom, up from the bottomds
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7. |
Gallow's Pole
04:06
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Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while
Think I see my friends coming
Riding a many mile
Friends did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me my dear friends
To keep me from the gallows pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the gallows pole?
I couldn't get no silver, I couldn't get no gold
You know that we're too damn poor
To keep you from the gallows pole
Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while
I think I see my brother coming
Riding a many mile
Brother, did you get me some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother
To keep me from the gallows pole?
Brother, I brought you some silver
I brought a little gold,
I brought a little of everythin
To keep you from the gallows pole
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the gallows pole
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile
I think I see my sister coming
Riding a many mile, mile, mile
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand
Take him to some shady bower
Save me from the wrath of this man
Please take him
Save me from the wrath of this man, man
Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile
Pray tell me that I'm free to ride
Ride for many mile, mile, mile
Oh, yes, you got a fine sister
She warmed my blood from cold
She brought my blood to boiling hot
To keep you from the gallows pole, pole, pole, pole, yeah
Your brother brought me silver
Your sister warmed my soul
But now I laugh and pull so hard
And see you swinging on the gallows pole, yeah
But now I laugh and pull so hard
And see you swinging on the gallows pole, pole, pole
Swingin' on the gallows pole
Swingin' on the gallows pole
Swingin' on the gallows pole
Swingin' on the gallows pole, pole, pole, pole, pole, pole, pole, pole
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Faint Peter Los Angeles, California
Faint Peter is the indie folk offering of singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Joseph De Natale.
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