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Pyramid Theories
03:05
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I dropped a pebble in the water just like I was instructed to do.
I watched the circles move concentrically outward, it was so clean and so black and blue
And when the water settled I could finally see just what was under the pool.
It was me staring back at the me that is you.
Everything is real now.
Everything is really freaking me out.
Everything is real now.
Everything is real somehow.
The ancient people built a pyramid which stands steadfast for thousands of years.
The architecture of the Roman people spins along on top of the sphere.
The way the stones have settled never touched a moment of shade.
Oh the light, touched the seam where the stone hit the blade.
Everything is real now.
Everything is really freaking me out.
Everything is real now.
Everything is real somehow.
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Page of Me
04:31
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PAGE OF ME
Late, night.
Could be the latest of your life.
Can I borrow your light?
Can I borrow your
track suit,
bongs and boots?
Can I borrow you?
Can I borrow you?
Cause I’m digging deeper but nothing’s coming out
Our conversation’s repossessing condensation coming from your mouth.
Well I understand I’ve got to write my own damn book
So I’ll make a copy of your house key
And place it in the page of me you took.
Eighteen, it’s a mystery to me.
What kind of machine?
A time machine?
We’ve got the same routes, and they’ve got
gables and roofs,
while you’re out looking for truth,
I’m out there looking for you.
Cause I’m digging deeper but nothing’s coming out
Our conversation’s repossessing condensation coming from your mouth.
Well I understand I’ve got to write my own damn book
So I’ll make a copy of your house key
And place it in the page of me you took.
We found a hubcap
In a ditch by the road
We placed it on a fence post
And we’ll forget about it as we go…
Cause I’m digging deeper but nothing’s coming out
Our conversation’s repossessing condensation coming from your mouth.
Well I understand I’ve got to write my own damn book
So I’ll make a copy of your house key
And place it in the page of me you took.
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Brave Front
03:06
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BRAVE FRONT
How I feel, I do.
It’s got nothing to do with you.
Open my door, come on through.
Slip through the window as I love you.
We can live it up today
And let it all go away
All in all, in every way.
You put on a brave front and let it stay.
Yeah what’s this, what’s enough?
The feeling that stops and starts?
Of a little push and shove?
Cause you want to be in love.
Yeah what’s this, what’s enough?
That feeling so high above?
Of a little, push and shove?
Cause you want to be in love.
Cause you love to be in love.
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Why do I need anybody?
I only needed myself
When I was crying alone in my bedroom
Praying for somebody else
Someone to open the door frame
And let all the cold air in, oh, it reminds me of my expectations
Of warming up this old house again.
I went and took all the mirrors down,
Loaded them up in my car
Cause every time I really look at myself I
See exactly who you are.
Fog on the hillside, when the old ways died,
I was barely 22.
Though I’m only a little older now, I think I finally understand the blues
The way it grabs a hold of you, makes you do things you never thought
You were gonna do, turn the inside out of you too,
Now I understand the blues.
Why do I tell everybody I only needed myself
When I was stranded alone on the roadside,
Praying for someone to help?
I put my hands in my pockets, filled as much as I could fit,
I started walking alone, ten o’clock at night,
Nobody came down that road again.
I went and pulled all the mirrors in
Plastic bag in the door
I wrote a note saying I’m broke down so they
Know what their delay is for..
Fog on the hillside, when the old ways died,
I was barely 22.
Though I’m only a little older now, I think I finally understand the blues
The way it grabs a hold of you, makes you do things you never thought
You were gonna do, turn the inside out of you too,
Now I understand the blues.
Why do I need anybody?
Why do I need anybody?
Why do I need anybody?
Why do I need anybody?
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Uninterrupted Time
03:30
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Uninterrupted time, I, put it on my schedule, I,
try to hold on for a whole god damn hour.
What kind of life I live in, to be alone for a minute,
try to hold on to my tiny bit of personal power.
When it was thrown, I had no hands.
When the questions came I had no plans.
When the doctors came I could not stand up on my own
Without a chair, or a handrail,
Or my mom and my daddy to make bail
I wish I knew there was no way I would fail,
But I’d been in that jail for too
damn
long
so now my
uninterrupted time’s all gone.
Uninterrupted time, now,
Can this all be a lie now?
I can hear it when the radio’s on.
What kind of world I live in?
Empty cans and dirty linens,
Old guitars and broken drum heads…
Just tryin to make it to the next show!
When it was thrown, I had no hands.
When the questions came I had no plans.
When the doctors came I could not stand up on my own
Without a chair, or a handrail,
Or my mom and my daddy to make bail
I wish I knew there was no way I would fail,
But I’d been in that jail for too
damn
long
so now my
uninterrupted time’s all gone.
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6. |
Compost
03:22
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I know there’s many things in life that go to waste
I’ll put it in my garden as it comes off of my plate
Well there’s an answer there.
Old stacks of paper and a pile of apple cores,
Now I know life is worth living I don’t
Eat ‘em anymore well there’s a story…
I lost so many friends this year
Some you could see it coming, others disappeared.
They’re off to Nashville, Austin, I’m just staying here.
I know there’s many things in life that turn around
I will divvy up my body to the circle underground
Well there’s an answer there.
Standing like a stack of paper,
I had been afraid,
Well the night it was so heavy
You could slice it with a dull blade,
And turn around,
Without a sound but singing…
I lost so many friends this year
Some you could see it coming, others disappeared.
They’re off to Nashville, Austin, I’m just staying here.
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7. |
Born Again
02:54
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Oh the west, the east,
The belly of the beast,
Is filling with the feast of sin.
When I was young, I saw, but I could not tell my pa.
Because he’s working for the government.
And I wanna go
Down to Mexico
Cause I hear it’s the very last place on Earth
I’ll lope along, and I could be wrong, but
I’ve got to find me a place to be born again.
Oh now spin the globe,
Place your finger where to go,
Find it in a reference book.
Write a note to the folk and while you do that,
Have a toke would it be cool if I come by and
Take a look
Cause I wanna go
Where all the birdies go
There must be something grand for all that their journey’s worth
Well I’ll lope along
I could be wrong but I’ve got a find me a place to be
Born again.
Nobody ever asked me, “Honey, would you like to come from here?”
So I’m saving up all my money and I’m bound to disappear.
Well I wanna go, where nobody knows,
All the crimes that my family will soon commit.
Oh I’m in misery I swear it was not me
I’ve got to find me a place to be born again.
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Wooden Heart
05:43
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Can you recall the field made of tweed?
The sky made of matchbooks,
Our hands in the feed?
I cannot believe
I thought you were all that I need.
I thought.
Stay with this body, the woods draw you in.
Aluminum headache, and songs made of sin,
I cannot begin, no quiet in a house made of tin.
No quiet.
Nothing’s quite so lonesome as the day turned to ice
Nothing falls as hard as the branches to the right
I swear if I had a machete, I would cut all that keeps us apart.
I’d open the bark of your body, and I’d build you a new wooden.
Beautiful people, beautiful things, catch your attention,
Which means everything.
Radiant jewel, diamond of coal
Celestial body, West Virginia soul.
Round, guess I’ll keep you around.
Round, the shape of your mouth, when you sleep and,
I’m awake in your bed
You lie on the floor, you stand in my head, and I won’t forget what you said, darlin,
Nothing’s quite so lonesome as the day turned to ice
Nothing falls as hard as the branches to the right
I swear if I had a machete, I would cut all that keeps us apart.
I’d open the bark of your body, and I’d build you a new wooden.
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Mink's Miracle Medicine Harpers Ferry, West Virginia
Formed in 2013 by songwriters Daniel Zezeski and Melissa Wright, Mink's Miracle Medicine was named after a craft-fair
drawing of a snake-oil-sales-wagon.
Mink’s continues to woo audiences, snake-oiling what a fans describe as “songs that feel like paintings” at venues like NPR’s Mountain Stage and Nashville’s legendary Bluebird Cafe.
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