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In the Clay
02:49
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How far you’ve come these iron days
There’s only distance in this place
Oh lonesome and apart
Counting up and down the days
It’ll pull you out of you
Howling like a dog
Into the darkest darkness you’ve ever known
Sighing low
An ancient pine
Deep in the heart of a burning zone
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know?
You feel it in your shoulder blades
Up to your hips in the cold cold clay
You’ve hardened on the rocks
And in the unforgiving sun
It’ll pull you out of you
Howling like a dog
Into the darkest darkness you’ve ever known
Sighing low
An ancient pine
Deep in the heart of a burning zone
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know?
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2. |
Maggie
02:39
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Maggie caught a train to Manitoba
She said I’m never coming back
Now she’s flying to New England
She said he’s a better man
Oh Maggie, babe
There’s a better way home
As long as you keep trying
Oh Maggie, babe
Don’t have to go
You don’t have to fly
And I’ll be Maggies’ girl
I saw her once on Yonge street
With a toke in her left hand
She was singing for her money
She was singing ‘cause she can
Oh Maggie, babe
There’s a better way home
As long as you keep trying
Oh Maggie, babe
Don’t have to go
You don’t have to fly
She bought a house in Prince Edward Island
With a garden by the sand
She has three little daughters
She found a second chance
Oh Maggie, babe
There’s a better way home
As long as you keep trying
Oh Maggie, babe
Don’t have to go
You don’t have to fly
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3. |
Phenomenal
03:38
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This falling time of year
A couple borders north of the treeline it comes
Down in fits
And you’re not safe here
In this corrugated home
And isn’t it phenomenal
To live where nothing lives
To live to live
What a strange career
Playing chess against the wind
Not to win
Just not to lose
And there’s no comfort here
It’s just as well
Comfort will pull you in
And isn’t it phenomenal
To live where nothing lives
And isn’t it phenomenal
To live where nothing lives
To live to live
Where the fireplace shivers
Where the voices are all your own
And isn’t it phenomenal
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4. |
Upside Down
04:32
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There’s something strange up in the sky
It’s gone all yellow brown
The air doesn’t move at all
There’s a quiet crowd of eyes on the ground
And there he sits with a constant smile
In the corner of his mouth
Shining shoes and crimson tie
The new ruler of the upside down
Oh, oh
Oh that race is won
Oh, oh
What have we done?
At first these words were whispers in the soil
Now they’re growing tall
And we’re acting like we haven’t seen
The writing on the bathroom stall
He’ll have eyes in the hospital
Boots on the schoolground
A cold and narrow patch of floor
For a stranger in the upside down
Oh, oh
Oh that race is won
Oh, oh
What have we done?
He’ll get himself a sweetheart deal
But ain’t that how it goes
Slip away to a quiet corner
In the remains of the upside down
Oh, oh
Oh that race is won
Oh, oh
What have we done
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5. |
Change of Time
03:05
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You met an empty afternoon
And fell for its tricking
It looked like it'd last
But turned out such a quick thing
The clock hands were falling
In love with their ticking
They'd sell you no days
No change of time
Oh, my my
You loosened your grip
Til the fight couldn't find you
And stared through the walls
As they tried to unwind you
How many midnights
Did you leave behind you
As you lost your peace
In this changing time?
Oh, my my
A change in the clouds
With a fifty cent lining
Brought rain to the ground
With rivers unwinding
You were caught without cover
Not ever minding
The water's so warm
In a change of time
Oh, my my
Oh, my my
Oh, my my
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6. |
Ships at Sea
03:40
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Is it heavy in your armour
Are you leaning on your sword
Is it time to lay your body down
All beautiful and sore
Did you check off all your boxes
Have your orders all been filled
Or do you still have monsters
That you have yet to kill
You have yet to kill
Goodnight, goodnight to all you ships at sea
May the weather treat you better than this trouble’s treating me
From the royals in high places to the urchins in the street
May all your little storms leave you be
May all your little storms leave you be
Are there mountains on the sidewalk
And logs across your door
Pushing them around all day
Must make you cold and sore
Just for tonight
There’s no shame in giving up
I bet you can find a little quit
Even in the best of us
Even in the best of us
Goodnight, goodnight to all you ships at sea
May the weather treat you better than this trouble’s treating me
From the royals in high places to the urchins in the street
May all your little storms leave you be
May all your little storms leave you be
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7. |
Hi Love
03:54
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Hi love
Or are we swinging low?
Are you my love
Or is this none at all?
We’ve been spending all our days
Setting fires on telephone wires
When the smoke begins to raise
You’ll make me a harder heart, a better liar
Hi love
Or are we swinging low?
Are you my love
Or is this none at all?
Now that you’ve begun to broadcast
You are bare and on the air
Will you read tomorrow’s forecast
For this jump-rope love affair? Are we anywhere?
Hi love
Or are we swinging low?
Are you my love
Or is this none at all?
Now I’m standing barely braced
We are out of place and time and space
You said love is whatever hurts the most
Sure it is
Now all we’ve got is traces
Of those lies I memorized
Will you pay for all those faces
Will you pay for all those eyes
Hi love
Or are we swinging low?
Are you my love
Or is this none at all?
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8. |
Morning Man
03:51
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His mama said "What a happy child
To bring into this life"
Now he’s full of thunder
Says his life is like a rifle
Shot at dawn and waiting
For another try
To break down roads he’s walking
Quit the drink and find a Monday morning
Oh good morning man
Who you singing to
Singing to the dawn and rosy
Singing to the girls of yesterday
I see him in the early city
Looking for a plan
Looking out for some more nothing
Peace and quiet make the morning man
Once I asked what you singing
Who you singing to
He just kept on walking
Singing to himself and to the morning
Oh good morning man
Who you singing to
Singing to the dawn and rosy
Singing to the girls of yesterday
Good morning man
The bar man said the sky is falling
Time to say goodnight
He drinks back all the rye
Whistles to the dancing morning light
He's a morning man
And ready for a fight
He’s a one trick wonder
Reaching out for one good Monday morning
Oh good morning man
Who you singing to
Singing to the dawn and rosy
Singing to the girls of yesterday
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9. |
Mary's River
03:46
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They stole away a boy on the river
Coyotes took him across the land
Dropping stones in the clay
He left a song to mark his way
Just a lost boy singing marys river
You won’t find ships on this water
No explorers stealing across the land
No whaling Mobies in the bay
No ocean liners ashore for days
Just a lost boy singing
Sweet Mary’s river
Sweet running by
Sweet marys river
Wrapped me up where I lay
My body gone but I was here to stay
A salmon is rushing for the ladder
Fails and flys again
A man fishes fly
The day is falling in his eye
And lost boy is singing mary’s river
Sweet Mary’s river
Sweet running by
Sweet Marys river
Wrapped me up where I lay
My body gone but I was here to stay
Sweet Mary’s river
Sweet running by
Sweet Marys river
Wrapped me up where I lay
My body gone but I was here to stay
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10. |
At My Feet
02:53
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The heaviness is coming down again
To make me see as I have never seen
The leaves taking flight in the stillness of the night
See these days and the moments in between
I see red and gold and a harlequin rose
And a world that is hanging by a thread
And brown is the colour of the ground as another
Sun is headed early to its bed
And the lines get sharper as the night gets darker
In the space where this and that day seem to meet
Surely I was meant to know: is it ash or is it snow
That’s falling gently now to settle at my feet?
I can see the blue now in my eyes
Waiting for another sun to rise
The east seems to say it can’t be far away
But when it comes I always find myself surprised
Seen clouds that ride on a mountainside
And a city far below fast asleep
Ridges to the north ridges to the south
With the worries of tomorrow buried deep
And the lines get sharper as the night gets darker
In the space where this and that day seem to meet
Surely I was meant to know: is it ash or is it snow
That’s falling gently now to settle at my feet?
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