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Folk Song #294
03:17
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I've, I've run away from every Internet fight that's been waged in my name.
And I forgive them slow
'cause I want them to know all the things that I know
That's quite enough of this feeling of being alive,
I guess I'll try something harmful to put in my mind.
Always hang onto your sins, they're what whistle through the hatch when your heart is unhinged.
There's a song, at the back of my throat, and I think it's the worst song that I ever wrote.
While you copy with broken fingers, their rule of thumb,
Well Christ could die a thousand times before my sins are done.
You're hurting your case with your reasons for acting so dumb.
How many times I must we be reminded the end's not yet begun?
But I was never as strong as I thought, I understandably will not just accept what I fought.
I'm an affiliate of all that you wrought, on the outskirts of the blossom in the bosom of our plot.
I was impossible to please, but I'll judge you with all that I've got,
from out here on the rocks.
And I'll bleed you with the disembodied claws of all the crawfish we'd caught.
I whisper, This is just a folk song, just a howl; just some story disemboweled on the cross of some stage.
And no these are just chords in decay, they're always just the same, the same thoughts rearranged.
I think this corduroy's hiding the dust that keeps shadowing me, (I keep feeling something).
Who's to blame, for the words all the same, for the laws of the game, and the build and the crash
on the minor and fade.
I was impossible to catch, cause I blend with the radio waves;
You can always see the brave.
I've been a stranger so long, it's a line from a folk song.
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If You Will, I Will
05:59
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We are sitting in the snowstorm as the white drowns out the clouds.
The way I hung around alone even before I heard that you left town.
I've been sailing through my choices on the sighs of the ghosts of the road.
It's gets too easy to decide, because the dead always guide you home.
And I am hunched beneath the hurricane in a towel and a shirt.
The way the words I used against the pain were really just as wet and as hurt.
The only warmth I draw from now is just my body and some gun,
And maybe the friction on the wrong side of some... some gun, ah well
I lost my last tooth to my gaping neck.
I guess I'm off in my head again
I think I've bled on my last corsage.
Well somethings got it in for me, the upraised root, the lowhung tree and still,
If you will, I will.
I will.
It is raining in the pool and you splash me like a fool I pretend to drown,
The way I hung around alone even before I heard from friends that you were leaving town.
Well, if I'm not struck by lightning, then I guess I'm not as special as the ground.
And if I refrain from talking, then I'll never be as lonely as I sound.
I lost my last breath to a ramblin' wind
My thought was lost mid air again
I think I've walked through my last mirage.
But if you ever turn around and find what it is you once found then still,
If you will, I will.
I will.
I lost my last, axiom when the last I sung didn't mean anything,
For if all we were was a motion blur I'm a harbinger of dexterity.
If every tooth that has died were retained inside I'd be broke, at least I'd have what grew out of me.
And though I hold tight to your vines at night there are scissors on the balcony.
I'm not yet torn to pieces though, I'm sure that all these cracks will show.
I lost my last,
I lost my last love to the past and then,
I think I'm off in my head again,
I think I've bled on my last corsage.
And though the years have nothing changed, I'm waiting for the olden days, until,
If you will, I will.
I will.
I will.
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The Chorus
05:24
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There are those moments when you're breaking down, just breaking down on a shoulder.
There are those moments when you're crying out, just crying for a savior.
Someone's explaining all the theories I can't grasp, to some children on the grass,
in the evening at the park near my old house.
Someone's egging on the choir; someone's luring on the fall.
And someone's splaying out the splendor for us all.
Someone's flat against the pavement sorting pebbles from his teeth,
Someone's posting up the poster they've kept hidden now for weeks.
There are those moments when you're finding out, you're finding now what the war is.
There are those moments when you're hiding out, you're hiding now in the chorus.
Someone's been holding all the answers I can't find; they're always standing just behind me.
Am I blind, or can I see and just don't mind?
Someone's been picking on the pastor's kid, he's crazy in the tower,
He's been throwing down his money now for hours.
Someone's broken in the gutter; someone's just a silhouette,
Someone's trying to remember while she's trying to forget.
Someone's sawing through his heartstrings, someone's sawing through her heart.
Someone's using up the tape he bought but he keeps coming apart.
Sometimes it gets so
cold that you can tell that this home's a hotel,
That the rose by the road is a liberty bell.
Someone's been stealing all the letters I can't send, I think I'll write them all again,
to feel the quoting of the thoughts I've never said.
Someone's clipping all the angels' wings, they're praying at the zoo.
Someone has no fucking idea what to do.
Someone's rising in the forest still insisting he's not lost,
Someone's dancing through the sewers with the ghost of Robert Frost.
Someone tries to say I love you, someone's learning how to crawl.
Someone hates the way you turned out, someone's bathing in the chorus with us all.
Sometimes it gets so
cold you can tell that this home's a hotel
That the rose by the road is a liberty bell.
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This Age
04:57
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I think we're ready for something to change before
you try to love me too hard and break something.
This isn't working, this ice is just hurting,
The sweat on your heart is a little concerning.
I've waited right here for as long as I could
but I guess I must change, like you promised I would.
The minute it was over, I cried on your shoulder,
Forgetting we shrug so much more when we're older.
I think we're ready for something to change before
I can convince you we're not.
I think you once promised, when this age ended us
I would crack at the seams or grow up and be honest
I think you once told me when I was feeling cold,
That was you in my spine shivering for old time's sake.
Wasting away we were wasting away
In my head and my heart and our every day.
And we both grew up in a safe on the shelf,
So we only know how to grow up by ourselves.
I think this age is ending, ending fast, scrape my heart against the mast,
I think this age is on it's knees, growing up is a disease.
I think I'm breaking at the neck, under everything I think,
over everything my body wants to do with you and me.
Growing up is a disease.
I think my feet are in the tide,
save yourself, get back inside.
Please tell my mom I'll be home after five.
I think I'm ready for something to change before
This age cannot be forgot.
Remember that day when we whispered we're gay?
Back when we were an Us and the world was some They.
But the world broke us down with some stutter she found,
And you slipped through the air in our whispers, away.
Please don't forget me
I'm still only resting
My plan is to find you in
ten years or something.
Cause I think we're ready for something to change before
I try to move on too fast and break something.
This isn't working, the bandage still hurting
I'm running in squares like the sheep we were herding.
Please don't forget me.
Wasting away, we were wasting away.
And oh please don't forget me.
My head or my heart or my everything.
And ah when it was over, held fast to your shoulder,
I forget that we shrug so much more now that we're older.
I think we're ready for something to change before
This age is all that I've got.
I think you once said, when I was feeling dead
You would hold my head and count to ten.
But here I am blue writing letters to you
and my head is rolling over too.
This sorry age,
Between the world we had, and the world we tried to save.
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Ice Storm
04:40
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It's late in the evening, you'll be just get getting home
You'll see the slip of paper that I taped to your door.
I know you are broken like a birch at her base
You must've known I was never meant for this place.
When traveling alone, you've got to strip to the bone
And leave your memories locked up at home.
I don't even know who I am on these roads.
I forgot where my home was, as the nights were growing warm,
And I slept in the dirt until my jacket was torn.
I was somewhere up north where the sky never smiles,
I recall that I haven't seen tracks in awhile.
Or when traveling alone, you've got just one song to own,
To sing over and out through your throat.
You've got to speak with somebody to stay afloat.
We all fall down heavy
Under just another day
And we've grown calloused hands and feet
And there are blisters on our brains.
Like branches, in an ice storm, we pray.
Oh I wish I could've been there when the birches let down light
When fools with aces in their sleeves are quoted in the bible
But now it's all wrapped in plastic and I'm searching for air,
God knows I was never gonna find it in there.
Or when traveling alone, you hide your secrets in your coat.
And you wander 'till you wander astray.
Duck your head and shut your eyes
Cause all we can do is pray.
Or like branches, in an ice storm, we wait.
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