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Teenage Bones
03:25
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She said "you're going to be here forever, still doing all the same things you do"
And I couldn't say a word to contradict her, when I knew that every breath she took was true
I used to walk to your house in the summertime and let the car wash spray get me wet
I'd leave my shoes by the door and sit all day on your floor and say things I'd one day regret
But I'm not taking any trips or kissing any lips that might have been speaking nice
And I'm not paralyzed by any two eyes that might have been looking twice
Mine's the sleep of the just as my love turns to rust, dying on a kitchen floor
I'm just laughing through my teeth until the end of the week at some joke that isn't funny anymore
Last night I had a dream that I held you, on that same bed where we used to lie
And I was sure of hand and I loved you undamned of these knots I should never have untied
But I'm not standing aghast or living in the past, trying to rattle some teenage bones
I'm just acting discreet on some distant concrete, forgetting about my home
Mine's the sleep of the just as my love turns to rust, dying on a kitchen floor
I'm just laughing through my teeth until the end of the week at some joke that isn't funny anymore
I'm not taking any trips or kissing any lips that might have been speaking nice
And I'm not paralyzed by any two eyes that might have been looking twice
Mine's the sleep of the just as my love turns to rust, dying on a kitchen floor
I'm just laughing through my teeth until the end of the week at some joke that isn't funny anymore
at some joke that isn't funny anymore
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2. |
God's Left Hand
03:29
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I'm looking for a place where I can cash a check
I'm looking for a phone where I can call collect
I'm looking for a place where I can make a plan
while I'm waiting for a gift from God's left hand
waiting for a gift from a God's left hand
I'm looking for a driver who can give me a jump
I'm looking for a push to get me up to the pumps
I need a revelation I can understand
while I'm waiting for a gift from God's left hand
waiting for a gift from God's left hand
My tears are hot
and my coffee's cold
and this ribbon I'm threading isn't ever gonna turn to gold
You can't get to heaven in a motel bed if the sky is blue and the sheets are red
You can't get to heaven in a rented van if you're looking for a gift from God's left hand
looking for a gift from God's left hand
I used to march in the army, I used to carry a gun
I used to wander this earth like a prodigal sun
I used to walk at the plow, tilling the land
I was digging for a gift from God's left hand
digging for a gift from God's left hand
My tears are hot
and my coffee's cold
and this ribbon I'm threading isn't ever gonna turn to gold
and my time is short
'cause I'm growing old
and these doors I darken aren't ever gonna be my home
You might be a king with people at your feet
or sleeping in the gutter on the hard concrete
You can live to a hundred and not understand
until you get that gift from God's left hand
get that gift from God's left hand
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3. |
Out For Revenge
02:41
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Out for revenge
I'm gonna see that you'll suffer
'cause those tears on your face
are not nearly enough for the atonement that you should make
'cause you're just sorry for sorry's sake
You crossed me once, but never again, 'cause I'm out for revenge
You'd better watch where you're going, the cards that you're showing,
the company that you keep
You'd better watch what you're saying, the games that you've been playing
'cause no one knows you better than me
Out for revenge
I'm gonna get in the last word
I've bit holes in my tongue
but now I'm gonna be heard
and I'm not really the cruelty kind
but I've got something that's been on my mind
You crossed me once but never again, 'cause I'm out for revenge
You'd better watch where you're going, the cards that you're showing,
the company that you keep
You'd better watch what you're saying, the games that you've been playing
'cause no one knows you better than me
Out for revenge
I'm gonna see that you'll suffer
'cause those tears on your face
are not nearly enough for the atonement that you should make
'cause you're just sorry for sorry's sake
You crossed me once, but never again
You crossed me once, but never again
You crossed me once, but never again, 'cause I'm out for revenge
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4. |
Living Half to Death
04:01
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I used to live in an apartment, it was just me and the bugs
I filled my ears with loud music and my mind with soft drugs
I was crawling through the seconds, while I was racing through the years
I was abusing all my friendships and I was drinking all their beer
I used to say that I was sorry but I should have saved my breath
'cause I was sorry for nothing when I was living half to death
I used to go out to parties, stand in the kitchen and stuff
Man, I could talk until the morning, but I'd never say very much
I used to rave about insight but I should have kept it to myself
'cause I understood nothing when I was living half to death
I used to live in an apartment, it was just me and the bugs
I filled my ears with loud music and my mind with soft drugs
I was crawling through the seconds, while I was racing through the years
I was abusing all my friendships and I was drinking all their beer
I used to say that I was sorry but I should have saved my breath
'cuase I understood nothing when I was living half to death
I was sorry for nothing when I was living half to death
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5. |
Blood Moon Singer
04:08
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I was grinding my teeth in the back of the van
with my styrofoam cup falling out of my hands.
I was dreaming of streetlights through the windows of your room
and then I awoke in Ohio at three in the afternoon.
There's some laughing Katherine down at the end of the bar
with some funny Daniel down at the end of her arm.
I was drinking ginger ale and I was chewing on ice,
playing that piano, way down in Alabama on a Tuesday night.
I was a blood moon singer.
I was a broken bell ringer.
I was the poor message bringer if you need a little writing for the wall.
And it ain't a crime, and it ain't against the law,
but no matter who you are, loving from afar ain't no love at all.
As the first light was falling at the edge of the floor
and my blood was unthawing like the mornings before.
Now the lines on my face don't read any way you want,
just like a ghost, searching high and low for another house to haunt.
I need a bright-eyed redeemer,
singing "Beautiful Dreamer"
sleeping on a sunbeam, waking me up at my master's call
and it ain't a crime and it ain't against the law,
but no matter who you are, loving from afar ain't no love at all.
No matter who you are, loving from afar ain't no love at all.
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My grandfather knew Stoney Cooper.
He used to change the strings on his guitar.
Stoney sang on the radio up in Wheeling and Grandpa was a Moundsville guard.
He used to sing for money every Friday and for Jesus every Sunday morn.
They say he used to do that old "Shotgun Boogie" and it sounded just like Gabriel's horn.
My grandfather had six children, but he cast the fifth out to sleep on his own,
but my grandfather knew Stoney Cooper who lived inside of every home.
They nailed Jesus Christ up to the dogwood when was only 33 years old.
That's when Stoney picked up stakes for Nashville and Grandpa to the veteran's home.
He hung up his belt on the bedpost and laid his badge down in the bottom drawer
and his dead left hand made him break up the band and drag his cane across the floor.
He used to dress up in red every Christmas and set those children down upon his knee
but my Grandfather knew Stoney Cooper, who made it all the way to Tennessee.
My Grandfather died on a Tuesday with the rain falling on the window sill and my uncles all lit up out at the graveside and sang "Walking up Calvary Hill."
My grandfather had six children, but he cast the fifth one out to sleep on his own, but my grandfather knew Stoney Cooper, who lived inside of every home.
Who lived inside of every home.
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7. |
29 Candles
03:24
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I could tell you I'm sorry, but you know that I'm not.
And I could tell you I'm grateful for everything that we've got.
I could promise to change, but you know that I can't
just like 29 candles burning on a cake aren't enough to make me a man.
I could tell you I love you
and you know that it's true
and I could hold you in the morning like I used to do.
And I could wish to start over and change the way that you feel,
but 29 candles, once they're blown out, don't make anything real.
I'm gonna go to work on the Monday
and at night I'll be home.
'Cause what use are sweet nothings when they're on the other end of your phone?
Y'know, I should have known better, oh I know I should have known from the start,
but 29 candles all around your name don't mean you're very smart.
I could tell you I love you and you know that it's true
and we could walk hand in hand the way that young lovers do
I could wish to start over and change the way that you feel
but 29 candles once they're blown out, don't make anything real
I could tell you I love you and you know that I do
and I'll be here forever if you want me to
and I could wish to start over and change the way that you feel
but 29 candles, once they're blown out, don't make anything real,
29 candles don't make anything real.
29 candles don't make anything real.
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8. |
Foolish of Me
03:16
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It was foolish of me to say that I didn't need you.
But it's foolish of me to say half the things that I do.
My words keep falling out and I don't know what I'm talking about.
It was foolish of me to say that I didn't need you.
It was wicked of me to be leading you on for so long.
It was wicked of me to be pining for things that were so wrong.
There are things I can't undo and I can't give this time back to you.
It was wicked of me to be leading you on for so long.
Some people just aren't worth your time and I've been having my fun on everyone's dime but my own.
Oh, but now, now I know...
It was evil of me to be telling such lies just to spare you.
Because I spared you nothing when the dreams that we had didn't come true
A good man is hard to find and there ain't one in a fool such as I.
It was evil of me to be telling such lies just to spare you.
It was foolish of me to say that I didn't need you.
But it's foolish of me to be living the way that I do.
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9. |
Funny Papers
03:15
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We don't love each other enough to ever be happy.
But we don't hate each other enough to ever leave
and I've always been too selfish to satisfy you
but I've never been smart enough to deceive.
It looks like you and I belong in the funny papers.
'cause we're cracking each other up every day
It looks like you and I belong in the funny papers
Can't you just see the laughter streaming down my face?
I've never given you that much you could believe in
but you've never been that much of an easy sell.
So you know that you won't find any hidden meanings,
'cause I'm just shallow water in some drying well.
It looks like you and I belong in the funny papers.
'cause we're cracking each other up every day
It looks like you and I belong in the funny papers
Can't you just see the laughter streaming down my face?
Can't you just see the laughter streaming down my face?
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10. |
Man of Science
04:31
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I'm not superstitious.
But I'm not spilling the salt.
No, I'm a man of science.
But we've all got our faults.
I don't believe in bad luck
but I'm not tempting fate.
I'm watching out for the sidewalk cracks
and I'm going out the doors where I came.
I'm not much of singer
but I can sure talk loud
and that don't stop me from chiming in when I don't know what I'm talking about.
I've read the Bible
and I've read the Quran.
But I don't think that my virtuous life is gonna lead me to the promised land.
I'm not much of a swinger.
I don't walk around any blocks.
Believe you me, my nose is clean and that ain't just idle talk.
I've been to Paris
and I've been to Des Moines.
Been spending money that my poppa don't have
just trying to see both sides of the coin.
I've crawled through deserts
down on my hands and my knees.
I hung my apron up upon an nail
I'm gonna do what I please.
I must be making money.
My palms been itchin' all day.
I'm keeping one ear to the ground in case something wicked's coming my way.
Something's coming my way.
Something's coming my way.
Something's coming today.
Something's coming my way.
Something's coming my way.
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I could pack my things and move out fast
and tell myself it was for the best.
I'll finally be out of your hair
and you'll be happy without me there.
You can tell your friends that I'm no good
and I let you down like you knew I would
and I could never be your equal half,
since I need such help staying on the path.
I might pray you'll miss me when I'm gone.
But I know someone better will come along
and he'll know how to say what you need to hear
and it'll be sweet music to your ears.
I could find myself somewhere to sleep
and I could do my living on the cheap.
I could talk to girls and make them laugh
and I would tell myself how you would take me back.
I might pray you'll miss me when I'm gone,
but I know someone better will come along
and he'll know how to do all you need done
and you'll love each other more than anyone.
I might pray you'll miss me when I'm gone,
but I know someone better will come along
and he'll know how to be all I am not
and you'll be so happy with you've got.
I might pray you'll miss me when I'm gone,
but I know someone better will come along
and he'll know how to be all I am not
and you'll be so happy with what you've got.
Oh you'll be so happy with what you've got.
Oh you'll be so happy with what you've got.
You'll be so happy with what you've got.
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