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black dog
03:12
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There’s a black dog barking at the side of the moon
If it never comes home it’ll be too soon
To live with you is a haunted dog
It’s dangerous but it’s what I want
If I lived alone I’d sleep the whole night through
But when I wake I don’t know what I’d do
My heart is like broken glass
You’ll cut yourself trying to clean it up too fast
There’s a black dog barking at the side of the moon
If it never comes home it’ll be too soon
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crazy about love
03:46
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You bleed like an icon in the rain
The Russia and the Spain
Crazy about love
And I hear, in the jokes that people tell
The blood under the bridge
The nights on Henry Ridge
Crazy about love
And love, herself, she wears a crazy quilt
The flowers bloom and wilt
Beside the holy well
Crazy about love
Crazy in your hopes
Crazy in your prayers
Crazy about love
And you sign so sweetly in the light
The light after the rain
The Russia and the Spain
Crazy about love
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the heart of amerikay
03:48
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I know a boy named Theodore
Away boys away!
He sat on the banks of the Salton Sea
In the heart of Amerikay
The Superstition Mountains rise
Away boys away!
And the bleached white bones of the whale fish lie
In the heart of Amerikay
Theodora Kroeber rests
Away boys away!
And her inland whale swims up against
The heart of Amerikay
The Tippeconnic brothers sing
Away boys away!
Patti Lee and Loretta Lynn
In the heart of Amerikay
I see children marching off to war
Away boys away!
So many will be back no more
In the heart of Amerikay
My dream it is an ocean wide
Away boys away!
In my dream you are sleeping by my side.
In the heart of Amerikay
My dream it is an ocean wide
Away boys away!
In my dream you are sleeping by my side.
In the heart of Amerikay
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scarlett mccreary
04:14
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“Scarlett McCreary” I said to my shrink,
“called me last time she got out of the clink.
And I’d be a liar and I’d be amiss
If she didn’t call me to ask for a kiss.”
I don’t believe that there’s jail should be had
for a woman to go to no matter how bad.
Or a man for that matter nbe you handsome or pretty
I’ll ponder your lot while I’m singing this ditty.
If I had a shrink and indeed I still do
You know I’m no more a pirate than you
A pirate would not give her dough to a shrink.
She would rob her and drown any qualms in a drink.
Brian Ó Heron dreamed of sailing a currach
down the Mississippi and up the Missourah
and across the grey ocean over the deep
where the memories and the language of his ancestors sleep
“Scarlett McCreary” I said to my shrink,
“called me last time she got out of the clink.
And I’d be a liar and I’d be amiss
She didn’t call me to ask for a kiss.”
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Daphne sang just like a bird in spring
I thought her heart would start again
But she is as blue as the Dead Sea salt
She’s the legendary underground waltz
There’s a crocodile stuffed with papyrus scrolls
I did pet him so gently on the nose
And Sappho’s poems are tattooed on her heart
She’s the legendary underground waltz
I admired her when she was young
Making out with everyone
And she never mentioned it was really your fault
She’s the legendary underground waltz
She’s a crimean war picture she is a battleground scar
It’s not what you say my love it’s not that at all
In the bar she’s drinkin rare whiskey shots
She’s the legendary underground waltz
Daphne sang, like a bird in spring
I really thought her heart would start again
She is as blue as the Dead Sea salt
She’s the legendary underground waltz
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6. |
come on virginia
03:35
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Come on Virginia, I’ll live forever
Come on Virginia, your mountains of gold
Come on Virginia, I love you forever
All I can see is your soul
There is a hieroglyphic stain
written in lipstick this evening
From Denpasar to Spain
across the Islamic world
And I don’t want to go away
from your side for a breath
If I have to go, I’ll take you along
Come on Virginia, I’ll live forever
Come on Virginia, your mountains of gold
Come on Virginia, I love you forever
All I can see is your soul
See the tattoos turn to tears in an old Juárez love song
I wish you still were here, such a long, strange dream
And your last words disappear in the dust of my sorrow
If I want you to know I’ll sing this song
Come on Virginia, I’ll live forever
Come on Virginia, your mountains of gold
Come on Virginia, I love you forever
All I can see is your soul
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happy
03:54
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Black dahlia creepin’ up through the bush
Lover you shake your magic tush
Hollywood’s following a brand new star
It’s not what you will be, it’s what you are
I’m happy and that’s what I want
Happy, happy, happy, that’s what I want to be
Amilia Spicer and Nat King Cole
Fit in Room 5 like an egg in the hole
Whittle your drumsticks and rattle your bones
Stand up! Sit down! George Jones
I’m happy and that’s what I want
Happy, happy, happy, that’s what I want to be
Now I mark the anemones, pinks and doubles
Dig the earth with a wooden shovel
Stems are sweet, the bows and bends
With anemones like these, who needs friends?
I’m happy and that’s what I want
Happy, happy, happy, that’s what I want to be
Groundhog! Oh groundhog!
What makes you smell so bad?
I’ve been livin’ underground so darn long,
It’s a wonder I ain’t dead! It’s wonder I ain’t dead.
Groundhog! Oh groundhog!
What makes you smell so bad?
I’ve been living underground so darn long,
I’m mortified in my head, mortified in my head.
Black Dahlia died, she was cut to fright
I seen the pictures one sleepless night
Somehow I arose and none too soon
Now I crawl across the sky like the bloody moon
I’m happy and that’s what I want
Happy, happy, happy, that’s what I want to be
Black dahlia creepin’ up through the bush
Lover you shake your magic tush
Hollywood’s following a brand new star
It’s not what you will be, it’s what you are
I’m happy and that’s what I want
Happy, happy, happy, that’s what I want to be
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8. |
feels like a curse
03:12
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Where’s my money?
I left it here in the drawer.
My landlords calling me,
He says he’s gonna let me go.
And I never loved him anyway
and now this is so much worse…
It feels like a curse.
Where’s my grandpa’s hat?
I left it hangin’ on the knob.
It’s not even the kind of thing
anyone would want to rob.
And now my head doesn’t feel right
I just can’t remember the verse…
It feels like a curse
You’ve been on such a positive rock you
seem to think nothing is ever going to stop you
but the bottom will drop you
and the world is gonna mop you.
Where’s my grandma’s bible?
I’m getting paranoid.
I know this place is a mess
But this is absurd.
Ever since you winked at me
You are so perverse…
It feels like a curse.
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9. |
florencio yescas
01:46
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Una cancioncita pa Florencio Yescas
en una semilla que David me dio.
Kasi soko Rawiyawi
Kasi soko Rawiawi y aquí.
Aquí salió una canción.
Aquí salió. Y aquí, y aquí
Kasi soko Rawiyawi
Kasi soko Rawiyawi y aquí.
Los pajaritos cantan “pipí“
allá en Don Pio donde yo viví
Una cancioncita pa Florencio Yescas
en una semilla que David me dio.
Kasi soko Rawiyawi
Kasi soko Rawiyawi
Kasi soko Rawiyawi
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10. |
the oceans that we move
04:42
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The oceans that we move to see the mountains fall
The restlessness you choose reveals it all.
The Texas of your mind, the amber in your heart.
You whisper as you turn and say, “Let’s start!”
Your baby’s silent eyes, the murmur in your heart.
You whisper and the oceans part.
My baby’s got the blues, like Little Elle
My baby’s got the blues no tongue can tell.
I see you in the park, I see you on the train.
I see you when I get back home again.
I meet you in the dark, I meet you in the rain.
I find you in the words I heard a stranger saying.
The oceans that we move to see the mountains fall.
The restlessness you choose reveals it all.
Your baby’s silent eyes, the murmur in her heart.
You whistle as you turn and say,”Let’s start!”
The Texas of your mind, the amber in your heart.
You whisper and the oceans part.
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