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Dreams of a Fool
04:17
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I’ve got a mind to leave these old fool dreams behind
They took me a thousand miles from home and busted me down
I’m drifting along like a leaf blowing out
And I fear I have grown too calloused to care or fear or feel anything at all
The dreams of a fool
Were the dreams of my youth
Those dreams were a shield
Holding back what was real
Now I’ve made up my mind
I’ll become somebody new
It may take time, but I’ll stop chasing the dreams of a fool
I’ve got a mind to leave these old fool dreams behind
And face the man that I should have been all along
Someone who takes his pride in growing each day a little inside
But I ain’t quite there yet, no I’m just not that man
The dreams of a fool
Were the dreams of my youth
Those dreams were a shield
Holding back what was real
Now I’ve made up my mind
I’ll become somebody new
It may take time, but I’ll stop chasing the dreams of a fool
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Black Widow
02:16
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With a rhinestone curse a black widow nurtures a mountain
There lies the pride of old Fennario, she been a-waiting
On her good man, the captain, to come up to meet her
I see the silver shine through the quick in here eyes and she turns to leave
With a rhinestone curse a black widow nurtures a mountain
Here comes Tenbrooks, bound to dig Molly up out of her grave
He finds a speckled hen a saddling up in his place
Now he’s walking the porch with a pistol torch trying to better his aim
Black widow’s blood
I got the black widow’s blood in my veins
Black widow’s blood
I got the black widow’s blood in my veins
Mangy black dog, he’s baring fangs fatter than logs
I’m ‘bout to whip out my chain saw
When I’m out stalking the ground I like the taste of blood in mouth
Baby I like to feel it
Black widow’s blood
I got the black widow’s blood
I got the black widow’s blood in my veins…
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No Horizon
04:08
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There’s no horizon outside the door
Just the rail thin shadow of a man on his porch
The blistering sun that ripples the highway
Weathered his hands and crooked his whole body
And there’s no horizon outside the door
Just the vapors scattered ‘cross the red brick porch
The garden growing wild on the rear half acre
Where a July tomato often tasted sweeter
The pavement’s growing wider and hotter with time
Too many flies to swat down
Like a skin on his house
There’s no horizon outside the door
Just the vapors and shadows of a red porch
The pavement’s growing wider and hotter with time
Too many flies to swat down
Like a skin on his house
There’s no horizon outside the door
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4. |
9 Months and 7 Days
03:53
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In the corner of my room there’s a man who is laughing
He’s holding the high hand
Seems to think that it matters still
I’d guess he was an actor
And I bet he played a good villain
A fella facing the future in a rose colored suit that’s dirty and torn
Straight through I shot him
Now I’m gonna fry for it
He’s laughing those he’s dead and buried
9 months and 7 seven days
Seems I’m bound to his memory ’til the hour they lead me away
He’s just sitting there silent now, blood on the floor ‘round his feet
There’s no reason or rhyme to it, only the smoke rings rising
And even though I stepped back aways I stain my jacket and jeans
Now we are always together in our cold little cell
The stranger and me
Straight through I shot him
Now I’m gonna fry for it
He’s laughing those he’s dead and buried
9 months and 7 seven days
Seems I’m bound to his memory ’til the hour they lead me away
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5. |
Burning Oak
03:40
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I feel as though I’m stranger to my friends
But I’m glad to be here drinking again
Cuz I needed something to set myself right
And I don’t know why, but I hear you calling so loud
Like a wing-clipped crow’s cry as he drops to the ground
And if God himself should burst right out of that bird
To rebuild his broken limb into a gold-leafed tree
I believe I will strike my match upon the bark
That I may gain the grace of the burning oak
As the flame tears up the wood
Lord I’m right back in this noisy bar room
Where I’m feeling the presence of another one like me
And again I will strike my match upon the bark
That I may gain the grace of the burning oak
I see my face floating in the grace
I dump in all the cigarette butts and ashes from the tray
’Til I’m gone like the crow
I drink it down for the grace for he burning oak
That I may gain the grace of the burning oak
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Perfume and Feathers
04:07
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Perfume and feathers on an egg white child
Excuse me Jesus if I don’t get this right
Tomorrow morning I’ll be back on the ground again
Until I’m standing straight up and the Devil’s run out
Too much too sudden make a man lose his head
I want it all or nothing, ain’t no other way than that
I took the perfume and feathers, put ‘em back on the ground again
Until she’s standing straight up and the Devil’s run out
You gonna need a chaperone if you’re leaving ‘neath that evening moon
My pleasure ain’t in the rambling, it’s living way down in love with you
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Spotlight
04:03
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One last lonely hour
Until I’m with you again
All the dancers are waiting
But the spotlight stays on ’til the end
And there’s a cold castrato
Singing pretty as a beauty queen
He’s getting high in the garden
As you’re stepping into a stretch limousine
Spotlight on a man
Like a memory come loose
And he’s blue enough to pretend that he meant something to you
I’m too drunk now to care
Too lonesome to notice the rain
I’ll hold on ’til tomorrow
When the burlesque show replays
Spotlight on a man
Like a memory come loose
And he’s blue enough to pretend that he meant something to you
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