1. |
Thy Will Be Done
03:32
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Great grandfather, was a preacher
tried to save the souls of man
pounding fists on the pulpit
cracked wood and tired hands
Great grandfather, was a preacher
he always did the best he could
following the sound of his heart
even if he was misunderstood
oh, thy will be done
Mr Silas, had a favor
to ask one day after church
locked the doors and in a whisper
told him about Mr Cook
on the run from his masters
need to hide him from prying eyes
great grandfather, a humble servant
always did the best he could
oh, thy will be done
they came at night with a knock on the door
they came at night with fire and pitchforks
they came at night ready to kill.
oh, thy will be done
Great grandfather, was a preacher
he always did the best he could
following the sound of his heart
even if he was misunderstood
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2. |
You Are An Atom
02:47
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we will talk about this when we get home
we will talk about this til it burns our throat
my back will stick to the couch at night
holding my body til the paper arrives
watery coffee burns my tongue
my stomachs aching laundy's hung
and I will spin my eggs around my plate
a silent endless knockout race
You are an atom
I am an atom
You are an atom
I am an atom
was it just as sweet after the first bite
or was every try to recapture that night
when you'd wash your hands to clean your nails
or turn the water hotter to get rid of his smell
and the cockroaches skitter up from the couch
and lay their eggs, their eggs in my mouth
I'll choke on the cigarettes shower in gin
it keeps the bugs away from my skin
You are an atom
I am an atom
You are an atom
I am an atom
it was martha's vineyard,
we slept on the floor
the celebration rattled
outside the door
and even though we were sweating
I held you tight
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3. |
In The Morning
03:28
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Dig, dig in the earth
fingers and dirt
face stuck with soot
the whites of your eyes
bright and clear
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
chains, chains at my feet
climb the debris
heartbeat and breathe
the dust in the air
family so far
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun
stars, fade in the sky
the dying light
wandering child
stares up in glee
hoping to leave
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
slow, slow afternoon
then lights off the roof
from chaos to mute
blank hopeful stares
waiting for more
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun
grandfather and father
and son to son
the changing stories
and changing tongues
bounce like signals
off of the sun
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun
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4. |
Shipwreck
03:18
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What a glorious night
with the mountains took sight
grey daggers cut the sky
shine off the moon
the heartbeats and lead
cannons pounding in their heads
broken bodies and dead
washed on the shore
as the years passed them by
the ship swallowed by tides
the cold winter nights
held by a fire
and the faces and names
tore apart at the seams
leaving blank memories
to fill their books
in the day they were fine
living off the fruits and the vines
but the nighttime grew cold
on the ground
the same questions bite tongues
of the old and the young
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5. |
The Dogs
04:50
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On the birth of our cousin Annie
we made the trip downstate
2 days on dirt roads my brothers and father
he let us stay up late
afternoons drinking tea
and swimming in the lake
my older brother jumped off the highest branch
and splashed the neighbor girls
he got in trouble and pa made him
stack the firewood
I still hear the dogs barking and the hatred in their voice
I can feel my brothers hand squeezing mine
hiding under the blankets and pillows under the basement steps
panting and choking hoping to catch out breath
after dinner of ham, potatoes,
biscuits and cake
pa told a (a bedtime) story of ghosts and glory
and of a pretty girl
we woke to gunshots the sound of horses
running through the lawn
the thick black smoke billowing
eating at our lungs
babies crying, women screaming
until the dawn
I still hear the dogs barking and the hatred in their voice
I can feel my brothers hand squeezing mine
hiding under the blankets and pillows under the basement steps
panting and choking hoping to catch out breath
how could I see we're just human
how could it be the same
their voices and hoods haunt my dreams
I still hear the dogs barking and the hatred in their voice
I can feel my brothers hand squeezing mine
hiding under the blankets and pillows under the basement steps
panting and choking hoping to catch out breath
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6. |
This Road
03:56
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the radio fades into blue
as the last lights of town fade out of view
into the dust covered hillsides
crossed by the shadows in the Nevada sun
a small motel hidden in grass
with no cable or phone, just cash
sleep under white cotton blankets
silently dream of those we left behind
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
birds and hilltops flutter past
as the engine hums hot and fast
back to the small town
where we met on the way back from school
flutter off into the park
cold dew soaks our backs in the dark
as our eyes cast upward
floating in with the planets and stars
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
when did the stars get so far away
lost in the stack of bills to pay
on the radio Paul singers Yesterday
the radio fades back from blue
as the streetlights of a small town fade into view
and the grass covered hillsides
in the iowa dawn
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7. |
Darling Dear
04:37
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In the night, the prairie grasses rustle
with the wind, they wave just like the sea
moon it drifts, a lonely silent beacon
point the way, back home to thee
listless days, they drift into each other
under stagnant open skies
I've no rest, to feed my weary body
til the sea is in my eyes
darling dear, your placid eyes of azure
tender voice, it sings a lullaby
when I break the rocky shores, New England
I will never leave your side.
rusty bones, left of titans bodies
fallen down, and scattered on the shore
metal hearts, filled with paper birds
never to, be restored
lifeless beasts, oversee our heading
fragile silver prickled skins
holding on, to thousands of my brothers
never to, get home again.
darling dear, your placid eyes of azure
tender voice, it sings a lullaby
when I break the rocky shores, New England
I will never leave your side.
And I hear their mournful wailing
from deep beneath the earth
begging me a safer journey
slow footfalls on the dirt.
darling dear, your placid eyes of azure
tender voice, it sings a lullaby
when I break the rocky shores, New England
I will never leave your side.
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8. |
I Pray
04:02
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Dear lord I thank you, for the potatoes and steak
and to my wife in her new apron, she spent all day
for my job at the factory, my honest cut
two baby girls, made from my blood
i'm raising them right, by your words
teach them to be quiet, honest and pure
and please give them husbands to carry their world.
To lavish them with diamonds, satin and pearls
Dear Lord, I pray
Dear Lord, I pray
You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints
Dear Lord, I pray
blind my eyes, from what I don't understand
the evils of science, and secular bands.
Deliver me from the sinners, fags/gays/queers/hippies/commies and girls
burning their bra's for jobs their too stupid to work
Dear Lord, I pray
Dear Lord, I pray
You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints
Dear Lord, I pray
I threw out the tv, and burned all the books
built a fence around my whole property
just Hold me tight and safe in this world
Dear Lord, I pray
Dear Lord, I pray
You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints
Dear Lord, I pray
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9. |
Sirens
03:25
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I hear the sirens, I hear the sirens
every man on deck
leave your wallets, oh leave you wallets
every man on deck
pull the lifeboats, oh pull the lifeboats
we're sinking fast
These same men, we pledged our faith sunday morning /who pledged their
to help the poor and needy and scared /lifting their voices above/to god
biting and gnashing of teeth as the screams
damning their brothers to death.
I hear the sirens, I hear the sirens
every man on deck
leave your wallets, oh leave you wallets
every man on deck
pull the lifeboats, oh pull the lifeboats
we're sinking fast
V2 -
my mother raised me to believe in the kindness of men
to help those in need whenever you can
but now I understand it seems
as I kick in the water and struggle to breathe
I hear the sirens, I hear the sirens
every man on deck
leave your wallets, oh leave you wallets
every man on deck
pull the lifeboats, oh pull the lifeboats
we're sinking fast
my hearts beating
with men heaving their oars toward the shore
my hearts beating
with men heaving their oars toward shore
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10. |
One More Step
01:38
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Shout on, dear kin, we’re gaining ground,
one more step for country
our brothers dead back on the ground
one more step f or country
make your fathers an d mothers proud
one more step for country
Push on dear kin, we're gaining ground
one more step for country
bless my hands in your blood
keep them strong and steady
protect myself from enemies
and to victory deliver
Shout on, dear kin, we’re gaining ground,
one more step for country
our brothers dead back on the ground
one more step f or country
make your fathers an d mothers proud
one more step for country
Push on dear kin, we're gaining ground
one more step for country
for though we're all but men of flesh
and men of flesh surround us
our enemies deserve their deaths
and to victory deliver
Shout on, dear kin, we’re gaining ground,
one more step for country
our brothers dead back on the ground
one more step for country
make your fathers and mothers proud
one more step for country
Push on dear kin, we're gaining ground
one more step for country
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Christopher Bell Chautauqua, New York
Christopher Bell is not your average cellist. Using various pedals he layers and distorts his electric cello creating quirky, catchy indie pop music. Christopher is known both for his use of technology – which he uses to sample his cello live – and for his unique methods of touring – via canoe, bike and on foot. ... more
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