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Coward's Lament
02:48
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My name is Sir Francis Lee Howard
The man, the myth, and the coward
I came here tonight to sing you some songs
About all my fears of being alone
Ha ha ha
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I Need It Too
05:24
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I was out there in the field
Shovel in my hand and the will
The whole night through
Looking for you
Oh I was out there in the dark
Trying to find what once was ours
Underneath a foggy moon
Howling for you
Suddenly, a vision came over me and split me in two
You held my body down to the ground, whispering soft, “I need it too.”
I was shaken in the night I awoke with a terror and a fright
It’s true, I was shaking for you
And I was out kicking up dirt
Trying to unearth your curse
Early in the afternoon
Dancing all around for you
You lead my body to the bed, wrapped up, and split me in two
And I held my breath as I levitated from your chest
Oh, I need it too
She was laying in her old red bed
Little nightingales hovered overhead in the odd tomb
They were watching over you
I awoke with the hunger
Of a tired, broken down hunter
With no teeth to chew I was starving for you
I held my hands pressed firm to your chest and split you in two
And through your soul, I’ll weave a spirits ghost Oh, I need it too!
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3. |
Repent, Repent
02:24
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I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready to slow it down
So I tucked it in around the backs of my mind
And I crept to the bed, where you slept, pulled back the sheets to your body beneath
And I let that cold mountain air come over me
And I sank beneath the weight of it
So I laid it aside, all in my mind, knowing I would come back for it
I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready to let it go
So I let my body fold to the backs of her gown
I cut off her hands, watched her bleed to death
And I met her spirit by the edge of the bed
Where I folded my hands in my lap and i hung my head
I laid down to forget The ghost in her eyes, as they met mine
I knew I would come back to repent for it
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Viola Dearman
02:32
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You say a glass of blood a day is what keeps your heart awake enough to hold on to us
You got a lover that rest on your shoulder so you don’t starve wherever you wander off, in your head
Now I’m driving all around I’m trying to slow it down
Before I fall out of your heart now
I got caught in my kitchen, watching my demons, washing my dishes, trying to remember your face
She said, “Son, with your granddaddy’s eyes, you’ve let me down time after time but, I don’t mind.”
I was driving all around I ain’t slowing down
I think that I have found my heart now
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Wrapped up in Blue
04:10
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I must’ve been under your spell, as your omnipresent smoke
Came over my body, Darling, all my wild desires provoked
Everything out here was divided, everything split in two
Everything out here was noble but nothing quite as true
As you, wrapped up in blue
As you, tangled up in blue
I was buried beneath my house and I crept through your tomb
As your wild, wet, wicked spirit was begging me to come back down
Everything out here was in ruins, nothing was new
Everything out here was ancient but, Darling, nothing quite as old
As you, wrapped up in blue
As you, tangled up in blue
Oh, I buried my head in my hands, as my knees met the ground you came back to see that there was nothing in me that’s alive
And I crept right back to that bed where you slept, put your body to my mouth I was lost inside myself, I was lost beside myself
With you, all wrapped up in blue
With you, all tangled up in blue
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6. |
Helpless in the Morning
02:01
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Darling, lately you’ve been on my mind
But only when I sleep at night
Always to find you’re gone in the morning
Lately, I’ve been talking in my sleep and my words they don’t mean a thing
When you're away we’ll find i’m helpless in the morning
Possibly, there is nothing here for you and me
Drinking ‘til we can see all the little things we want to be are gone in the morning
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Momma, slow down,I can’t understand
You've been talking so fast, screaming at the walls again
Swearing I’m that slow dance you feel beneath your skin
Where that black mountain rose up and the earth split open
I drove the whole night through and I built my house in the image of you
Each timber cut in its place, it burred and turned as it aged
And you escaped through a hole in the wall
Cause I didn't know not to build with oak
From those white caps, to that high desert land
Your spirit came over me, my face in my hands
I pulled you out through the night
You came with your weeper veil I was laid silent and cold, bone white and still
I drove the whole night through and I burned my house to the ground in the image of you
I danced around in your ash, calling out, “I’m your man!”
Through wilds, through weeds, little smoke
Cause I didn’t know not to bury your ghost
I found you by that fire light
And I killed you when it died
I found you down in the marsh
And I watched it burn in my mind
Oh, I found you by that fire light
And I killed you when it died
I tore you down through the mire
And I watched it burn out in my mind
Sore, I tore in, I wasn't through
They came for blood and they came for you
I held out my hands, “I’m cold.”, I called
I was spared, I was your ghost. I was your ghost!
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8. |
Valley of Your Son
05:57
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I could be the one down in the water
Washing your hair in the winter
Girl, your body’s older and colder
I could be the warmth of the summer.
I could be the one up in my room, tracing all the shapes in the sheets that once were you
But I’d be a fool for thinking that you’d come back
All you ever wanted was a fool, loving you endlessly
Oh momma, won’t you ride
In the valley of your son
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
Momma, won't you ride
In the valley of your son
I could be the one down in the water
Washing your hair in the winter
Girl, your body’s older and colder
I could be the warmth of the summer.
I was wrapped in your hair, never to surrender to the sounds of your heart
Always to believe it true
But you came wild and cruel, never did I understand what it was that callused your mouth
Never did I ask you, “Why?”
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9. |
Once a Dog, Now a Ghost
06:05
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I planted you so beautiful to bloom
Tore you up by the roots, let you wither in the sun
I tore the flesh right from the bone, all the while singing
I carried off your ghost as far as I could go, all the while singing,
“I don’t know where your soul will go!”
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