1. |
Lord, Don't Take the Sun
02:48
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God gave us the sun
and He saw that it was perfect
God gave us the sun
for He saw we needed warmth
God gave us the sun
for He thought that we deserved it
God gives you the sun
and the moment you are born
Lord, what have we done
Lord, what have we done
Hallelujah
see us through it
God unleashed a flood
for we grow through our endeavors
He had mercy on no one
for He saw their faith was true
God unleashed a flood
and He saw that it was perfect
God unveiled his love
the next day
Hallelujah
see us through it
Hallelujah
see us through it
Lord, what have we done
Lord, what have we done
Lord, what have we done
Lord, don't take the sun.
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2. |
Coward's Blues
01:56
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If they had asked me one thing I thought would always be there
I'd have told them, "it's all money in the bank"
I had it all
I had it all
it didn't matter in the fall
don't ask me what I've been up to lately
I was a bachelor -- pristine, loaded, waiting
when I bought this guitar to lean against the wall
I went to work
I watched baseball
but I've been singing the blues ever since the fall
I'm a sitting
waiting
singing
coward
just sitting at home and waiting for the power
I used to know this beauty at my office
but she lives across town, so tell me what's the use
I hope we never meet again
cause she's just a reminder of way back when
don't tell me about what could have been
I sing this from my last resort
I've never been so fucking bored
it's the end of the world
I expected a war
it's the end of the world
I expected a war.
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3. |
Scarcity
03:46
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We're all trying to be good Americans
and keep the trust
but how can you ration to your family
they wait on dust
Don't regard your sympathy
as something you must heed
everyone is suffering
more than we can feed
I hope I'm remembered as a decent wife
who stood upright
but I can't sit idle while my daughter dies
without a fight
Don't regard your sympathy
as something you must heed
everybody's suffering
more than we can feed
Just say, "sorry, not enough"
scarcity
scarcity
just say, "sorry, not enough"
scarcity
scarcity
just say, "sorry, not enough"
scarcity
scarcity
tell them, "sorry, not enough"
scarcity
scarcity
just say, "sorry, not enough"
scarcity
scarcity
sorry, not enough.
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4. |
Mutiny
04:05
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I broke into my job
I broke into my job
said, "you'll pay me what I worked for, boss
"we won't let ourselves be robbed"
I'll tell you what they say
I'll tell you what they say
"the company's run out of pay"
well, we're never going away
I grabbed him by his tie
I held him by his tie
said, "you'll pay us what we're owed, tonight,
"or, boss, you are gonna die"
I hung him by that tie
I broke him by his neck
the last thing he saw was power, checked
the last thing he paid: respect
we spilled into the street
we spilled into the street
Americans deserve to eat
they've earned a mutiny
the nation has turned with the weather
justice comes now or comes never
he sits in his crown
like he owns this whole town
if we don't see one thing we'll burn it all down:
respect
respect.
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5. |
Streetcorner Waltz
02:01
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Turn
turn
turn
stop
Turn
turn
turn
turn
turn
spin
spin
stop.
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6. |
Elegy
03:02
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Friend,
when I dream of you you're falling through my arms
I wake, the sun on my face, back at the dying farm
Let them not see it faltering
the will campaign through the weeks
a scattered lawn, the curtains drawn
stop
cannot afford that
Humming a prayer to you
to warm us up or try
it's digging a hole in me
and burying the sky
Let them not judge until they've trudged
these weeks alone in these shoes
the trees hold bare the frosted air
at best a clear
but not a long night.
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7. |
Permanent Blackout
02:31
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It hit me like a church bell
one overcast Sunday
a sonuva who slept in til noon
guess everyone's a narcissist
at least until it hits the skids
then they're looking for a higher truth
If neighbors make your friends
you'll be never a stranger
if strangers make your lovers you're through
the realm of possibility
had opened up and swallowed me
guess I was looking for something to do
You're my only light in a permanent blackout
you're my truth
my solitude forgiven
I'll wake amongst the living
with you
with you
I've seen
people fold in ways they'd have never imagined
their bellies hungering for a clue
nothing kept me up at night
like shadows filling up the room
now I refuse to take the dark as doom
You're my only light in a permanent blackout
what good news
if we only had the sight to see
we'd find a world of company
pull through
pull through
You're my only light
you will never be squandered
you're my food
I stumble forward as a man
I am where I belong and am
held true
how true.
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8. |
Frontyard Starlight
02:33
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So what if I can't fill my hours with the T.V.
so what if I can't empty out the A.T.M.
if none of this had happened then I wouldn't be here
and that's the only scary thought about the end
The end of everything that I held dear
I'm holding more out here
I've got a wad of hash and a mound of downers
the wine is running dry as the mushrooms bloom
I quit my shitty job and dropped out the market
I'll sleep on this front lawn underneath the moon
My friends and I are lying back tonight
learning this new starlight
powerdown
powerdown
powerdown
powerdown.
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9. |
Carpet of Streamers
02:50
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