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The Murder Book
04:51
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Well it's written in blood on the idle road side
When I said I was lost, I was walking on through it all
As though god had my heart and my thirsty soul drank from the grail
and the hunger was gone to the dawn and the daylight.
Cool the fires and turn the night
You was it you, only the first of the few,
Silent and cold it was you forever more.
And this blood is my own running out running through,
With my head in my hands, with the fading of stars,
And from end to end, from the first to the last moment in time,
Is the birth of a sun to the low cries of the dying.
Cool the fires and turn the night
You it was you, opened my eyes and I knew
Follow me love, it was you forever more.
And this blood is my own running out running through,
With my head in my hands, with the fading of stars,
And from end to end, from the first to the last moment in time,
Is the birth of a sun to the low cries of the dying.
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2. |
A Thousand Days
04:35
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The sunlight casts a shadow into the future for a thousand days
As autumn closes over the few remaining in a summer grave
Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days
Oh autumn's come the land is in a summer grave
The gentle scent of summer will lead your footsteps for a thousand days
As autumn closes over the flower bleeding in a summer grave
Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days
Oh autumn's come love lies bleeding in a summer grave
The sunlight casts a shadow into the future for a thousand days
As autumn closes over the flower bleeding in a summer grave
Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days
Oh autumn's come love lies bleeding in a summer grave
Oh run and run to the future for a thousand days
Oh autumns come lead your footsteps to a summer grave
Lead your footsteps to a summer grave
Lead your footsteps to a summer grave
The land is in a summer grave
In a summer grave
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3. |
The Slippery Slope
04:26
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The slippery slope, the slippery slope
The broken beads, the slippery slope
The smell of patchouli, the slippery slope
The cats meow, the slippery slope
The whole caboodle, the knotted rope
The silken strings underneath the throat
The fumbling thumbs in the canvas coat
The glint of metal, the slippery slope.
The slippery slope, the slippery slope
The shining glass, the slippery slope
The light in the morning, the slippery slope
The pointed boots, the slippery slope
The endless 'bah!' in the violent smoke
The birds wasing wings in the little bird boat
The tiny twitch on the TV remote
The bloodless tongue, the slippery slope.
The slippery slope, the slippery slope
The hostile thought, the slippery slope
The fenced off garden, the slippery slope
The holding pattern, the slippery slope
The gusting wail of a timeless mope
The poignant warning of a solo note
The warm dark touch of an inside joke
The beaten path.
The bad ol' bears hauled me up the stairs
I didn't say my prayers, the bad ol' bears.
Bad ol' bears.
The slippery slope, the slippery slope
The whole caboodle, the knotted rope
The silken strings underneath the throat
The fumbling thumbs in the canvas coat
The glint of metal.
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4. |
Dog Years
05:28
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In a garden, full of horses, there's an old green car fallen in
And the roses are all broken
And the neighbouring whore is shouting again.
She said you could lay down in the grass with her
Face down in the flowers
But is there any room left
When she's in love with the world.
Find a picture, of your childhood
Write some date on the back and then throw it away.
For all the places, for all the faces
Let's erase it, 'cause in dog years we're dead anyway.
And we could lay down in the grass with her
Face down in the flowers
But is there any room left
When she's in love with the world.
We could lay down.
In a garden, full of horses, there's an old green car
fallen in.
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5. |
Astronomy
06:15
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6. |
Blood Moon
06:56
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Through roads and corners
To avenues or doors
Quiet from the nightfall
Gold from the rainfall
The blood moon.
Fairer than a forest
Sweeter than the grave
Calls out from the darkened streets
Under the rain
The blood moon
Falling moon.
Through roads and corners
To avenues or doors
Moving in darkness
Where you were last
And the blood moon
Is calling you.
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7. |
The Tongue Cut Sparrow
05:25
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Farewell the tongue cut sparrow,
Once laid the horned hand on heavens golden door.
Draw out your wings in silence,
For penitence and virtue is it's own reward.
Oh cruel and empty echoes glide in to stream and ocean,
Feathered ever dark.
Wrapped in your silken casket,
Your soundless song will boldly win a true loves heart.
Farewell, farewell.
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8. |
Vermilion
06:59
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Drove a fast car, I left the city
The engine echoed out
A vague transmission riding on asphalt
The land is hollow, the land is hollow
50 lovers climbed through the temple
And touched the water
I saw their outlines inside my own
And saw their hands inside my fingers
I'm your angel, I'm your angel
I'm on the way
Lay down the rain transonic lover
Write your name in water
I've got my faith now baby
I'm your angel.
I found a dry point in cold black water
And moontime silence
A fake electric photograph
I wore vermilion, I wore vermilion
Where Desdemona, done out in moxa, hung out in pictures
And dreamed a fish woman cocooned in scale
She drew the water, she talked to water
I'm your angel, I'm on the way
Lay down the rain transonic lover
Write your line in water
iIve on rebirth now baby
I'm your angel
I'm your angel, I'm coming home
Lay down the rain transonic lover
Write your time with water
I've on religion now baby
I'm your angel.
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9. |
Cold Hand
04:14
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I'm just waiting for
A cold hand at my door
With no sense of timing
A cold hand at my door.
Little flowers, blue and white
Forget my fright
Dry days, dark hours
A cold hand, and a cold, cold heart.
They used to say what are we waiting for?
I'm just waiting for
A cold hand at my door.
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10. |
My Death
08:50
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Far in the woodland beneath the spreading cedars
Lying still among the acorns and the ferns,
Over his head he hears the pretty dreams of nightars,
Under his back the earth is quickening into red.
with my gun at my side
I am called pride.
Oh bow the psalteries and play a death psalm for me
Send me young women for to sing away my grief
Strike out a stready beat and lift me high in camphored linen
Hoist me to my grave and march with me by daylight
With my gun at my side
I am called pride.
The slaughtered bones of saints lay shattered on the mountains,
The truth of every man lay writeen in the stones
The moans of every mother echo through the rocks and grasses
As he rests beneath the spreading cedars and his eyes close
With my gun at my side
I am called pride.
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12. |
The Model
04:18
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