1. |
Dirty Work
03:42
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I stick to my instincts
I follow my nose, this girl earns her wage
The numbers they pass
Watch you fall on your ass
Just to play in the game
Someone’s got to get the dirty work done
Someone’s got bleed them to the bone
My hands in your pockets
Can’t bother with you, got your money to burn
The carrot is green
And I got it between my legs for the squeeze
Someone’s got to get the dirty work done
Someone’s got bleed them to the bone
Roll up my sleeves put on my shoes
I’ve got four words for you
I
I don’t
I don’t love
I don’t love you
Stand behind please take a number
How may I direct your call
Stand behind please take a number
How
may
I direct
Your
Call
How may I direct your call
Someone’s got to get the dirty work done
Someone’s got bleed them to the bone
Someone’s got to get the dirty work done
Someone’s got bleed them to the bone
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2. |
Wild
04:12
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I felt the wild call me out of the house
Untie my shoes, bare feet to ground
Far off beyond the river’s edge
I hear your voice, you’re whispering:
“I know that you’ll find me
Look close in the quiet.”
The brakes squeal on, the city’s high
Skyscrapers gleam in the noon light
Our highest towers clean the darkest night
Proclaiming kings who speak through street signs
“I know that you’ll find me
Walk faster in the alley.”
Oo
I moved on West, heard you say.
“I’m coming too, pack everything.
I’ve always been right by your side,
Whisperin the whole time.”
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3. |
Back Aways
05:46
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4. |
Pockets
03:29
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If looks could kill you’d win
You’re good and you know it
“How can I help you find what you’re looking for?”
You chew me out then
Damn,
Did you get what you came for?
Ammunition for a fight
A stock hold in my safe tonight
Your mind sees all these things to use
For no good.
What’s the use for pockets if they’re empty?
Fill them up with things you’ll use against me.
You turn that cart around
Bare its teeth and you know it
Face-off in aisle four
Spill that milk on the floor
I can count to ten then what?
And I got what I came for.
Ammunition for a fight
A stock hold in my safe tonight
My mind sees all these things to use
For no good.
What’s the use for pockets
Here’s what I do
Fill them up with things I’ll use against you.
What’s the use for pockets if they’re empty?
Fill them up with things you’ll use against me.
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5. |
Mourning Time
06:57
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You’ll come out of all this
A better man
But you are not above it
It’s in your hands
And it’s sinking through your fingers
Like a window to the day
If you love your labors
You cherish them
If you love your lover
She lends a hand
But if you love your darkness
It rips your soul away
And you'll move into the mourning time
What was never mine
You'll move to where the pieces lie
And just let it die
You’ll always have goodbye
I moved out and westward
To forest green
Saw I’d be provided
By more noble means
But now the trees are burning
And the dirt has turned to sand
I rose out of Jordan
And passed the test
Took my songs and toured them
I tried my best
But I couldn’t love the singer
So my hatred howled instead
And you'll move into the mourning time
What was never mine
You move to where the pieces lie
Just let it die
You’ll always have goodbye
Just let it die
I will be a father
To our child
And I will live in wonder
At what is right
But when it's time to let go
I’ll leave my tears behind
And you'll move into the mourning time
What was never mine
You move to where the pieces lie
It was never mine
You'll move to the mourning time
What was never mine
You'll move to where the pieces lie
Just let it die
You’ll always have goodbye
Just let it die
Just let it die
Just let it die
Just let it die
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6. |
Western Love
04:55
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Oh - and thanks for the gold and western love
Your head back forth, your eyes cried shut
If I dine before they call your fast off
Will two settings be too much?
Shoot an arrow past me
Wrapped with injustice to carry
Dead and covered
Dead and covered
Yeah - pretty dancers dwell deep down in the ravine
Right where they last fell, gone down fighting all alone
I call you out - how dare you even think like that
What’s done is done
Shoot an arrow past me
Wrapped with injustice to carry
Dead and covered
Dead and covered
Though we must break the spell, you know that all is well
Though we must break the spell, you know that all is well
My, how our hands have grown, a morning fling
Gave up light unborn for coffee, chocolate and disease.
When I bought you flowers I bought my God given right to leave
And resize the ring
Ah, does it suit me well, you’ve had enough to say
Unholy Hell, yeah I got room for one last taste
Turn up in swelling numbers clawing at the gates
They can’t stand to wait.
Shoot an arrow past me
Wrapped with injustice to carry
Dead and covered
Dead and covered
Dead and covered
Though we must break the spell, you know that all is well
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7. |
History Bone Dry
04:11
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Hop over a border, gate or pile-on
You fancy everything you can't have
But what is your exit plan?
The terminal mass of mind’s understanding
Do I pass the mark of measure
In worldly delights, the endless dance
Can I be a friend?
History bone dry
Dead of night - we have no body
But standing round the breadth of your burden
It never heals
Easy outs - pay the bill and flick your finger
Haven't eyes a realm to dream
Behind their heavy lids?
I can't help but pick out the dirty meanings
Bit undying parts are all
We can't undo the undid
Tell me I was just a kid
History bone dry
Dead of night - we have no body
But stand around the breadth of your burden
It never heals
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8. |
Home in Your Love
05:09
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Look out if you can’t afford your heaven
You don’t need a lot to get you in
Just go where I send you
Go where I send you
Knock on the door and have your heart in hand
I’m home in your love
I’m home in your love
Here, where I inherit the world
The dawn asks for the day to come
You know that I ask a lot of questions
I don’t need an answer for them yet
I’m only a man who
Only a man who
Draws up his voice to hide behind his breath
But I’m home in your love
I’m home in your love
Here, where I inherit the world
The dawn asks for the day to come
And I’m still asleep in your arms
I had thought desire must have left me
Couldn’t hear a word outside my mind
But silent the wind blew
Silent the wind blew
Picked up the phone and looked for your reply
I’m home in your love
I’m home in your love
Here, where I inherit the world
The dawn asks for the day to come
And I’m still asleep in your arms
The day passes away too soon
But I’m bound to return to you
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9. |
Say It
04:09
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Just any hospital wait is enough
Something beholden to old love
Voice in the wires a haunted refrain spoken of
A way to turn back and get off
Waiting before time lets on what it wants
Passing around tacit omens
Take up the burden put out by good grace of the mob
They race through the streets and stray off
Say it, say it, stay in photographs
Gray away and cry for what your vanity told you
Say it, say it, call it home
The words of your conscience overgrown
Of course I pretend to be mad to speak up
Fever is warmer than old love
Hollow you out, fill you up with the dregs from my cup
They spit back in my face and step off
Say it, say it, stay in photographs
Gray away and cry for what your vanity told you
Say it, say it, call it home
The words of your conscience overgrown
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