1. |
False Spring
03:04
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In the false spring
You felt it coming
What did you feel it coming to
Daylight through a window
Southern exposure
Remember you wanted it this way
Winter’s not over
It’s gonna get colder
Someday soon
When are you going to tell him
You know he’s been waiting
At the bottom of an empty pool
Mother’s been calling
Father’s gone missing
Remember you wanted to go missing too
Summer is calling
It’s gonna have its way with you
It’s gonna say
Just breathe
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2. |
Manchester (IA)
02:46
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You putting my cigarette
You turning off the bathroom light
I am sitting the bed
I am closing my eyes
You kissing my chapped lips
You take me apart just to look at me
I am so scared of everything
I don’t know anything
If things could be different they would be
If life could be different it would be
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Pennsylvania
03:44
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The white trees they call to me
But I’m not going home.
Driving down I-76
The sky collapses onto me.
Pennsylvania knows my name
But she’ll never speak it again.
I was young when I left home
Now I know I’ve always been alone.
You always knew better than me
You took everything you could see.
Pennsylvania knows my name
But she’ll never hear it again.
You’ve been gone for years now.
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4. |
Family Hymn
03:47
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Oh my Darling
Won’t you meet me at the river side
We can bathe in holy water
You can know me the way you always wanted to
Shallow Sister
I heard you’re leaving town soon
We can get coffee at the cemetery
As the earth eats the bones beneath our feet
Bourbon Brother
Where are you running off to
I saved you a place at the table
I bought you a pack of cigarettes in case you needed one too
Failure Father
Sitting in the dark of the living room
I know you want a way out
I want a way out too
Oh dear Mother
I know
It’s only getting harder soon
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5. |
Ledges (Pt. I, II, III)
06:27
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I
Ten miles south of Wyoming
Headed to work when the accelerator sticks
Head through the windshield body in a ditch
A man calls my mother to give her the news
The valley is flooded and there’s no shore to swim to
Tiger lilies in full bloom
The house it burned down in ‘92
I’m the son of a working man
Cool blades and a gun in his hands
The valley is flooded and there’s no shore to swim to
I awoke in a foreign land
Blood in my mouth and a shallow creek bed
I drove home across county line
But you already had that leaving look in your eyes
The valley is flooded and there’s no shore to swim to
II
I died in a valley
I lived in a house that I did not own
I opened my mouth and let the anger pour out
You are a quiet mess
You do the things I like the best
You are silhouette in the doorframe
III
I’m sorry
But shut your mouth and let me speak
I stumble through the days
By the evening I start to decay
I reach for the years
In the darkness of my memory
Coney Island
By the ocean
We shared a cigarette
And the ashes mixed with the foam
I want to be whole
I don’t want to be broken
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