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One
02:53
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I saw the sun rise today
Drag a rose across my wall
Took it in my shadow hand
So the thorns don't hurt at all
Saw two people dancing
cheek to cheek and built to lust
They were so beautiful,
a crucible of trust
Leaning hard against the world, breathing's gone
House filled up with strangers, they're so strong(they're so strong)
My heart once fell open
just like a stolen verse
Couldn't you have met it halfway
'stead of making it worse
I lost my words today
Think I left them on the bus
Did I think they were onions and hay?
Did I think they were my dust
Leaning hard against the world, breathing's gone
House filled up with strangers, they're so strong(they're so strong)
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2. |
Ballard Locks
04:26
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Let's go down to the Ballard Locks
Eat a sandwich or two
We'll pretend we're mad in love
And I'm not married to you
Put on your favorite shoes
I'll turn off the news
Let's go down and smash all the clocks
We'll have lots to do
'Cause I like to watch the bridge go up
You like to watch the water go wide
I like the barge with the houses for Alaska
You like to sit and talk about tides
Let's go down to the Ballard Locks
I know you think I'm odd
There'll be salmon jumping up ladders
and we can go applaud
A mystery for three
So much for us to see
Down by the water throwing in rocks
Sitting on your knee
Let's go down to the Ballard Locks
I know the bus rides long
But there'll be raindrops waltzing on water
and we can sing along
Pretend we know the song
and nothing can go wrong
Sitting together wringing out our socks
just where we belong
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3. |
French Inhale
03:43
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Here he comes with his flamin' groovies
black and white Italian movies
shadow men and smoke-filled women dancing low
If I live to tell the tale
He'll teach me how to French inhale
We have so many dangerous years to go
Left a black thought at the door
And a spare smile for the poor
who eat dust and live on heaven
little more
If I live while he unwinds
celluloids the tide that binds
We'll make our hearts
our speaking parts
while lions roar
So here he comes with his spools of light
Round and round they turn the night
Horseman tales and arch-eyed dames
blinking bright
If I live to to see the end
he'll teach me how
to make light bend
and when we're laid
our flickering shades
dissolve and fade
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4. |
Blue Ruin
03:36
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5. |
On Our Street
05:40
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On our street there's a laundromat
No one sorts 'cause they all wear black
I used to look and you were laughing too
In the club where we made our home
with its mens' room like the fall of Rome
We'd play with secrets over English brew
Who is that falling?
Is that you calling?
I remember Saturdays
When we would wash our cares away
and you'd forget just who you're talking to
Never could keep up with time
While you read from your book of sighs
Way back when there was enough of you
Who is that falling?
Is that you calling?
Don't count me out
or what it's all about
It will work out
There isn't any doubt
Never held you very well
just a kiss away from tell
You want that wife now that you never knew
We're not ordinary liars
in the glow of our home fires
It's a deep knife that I wouldn't do
Who is that aching?
Is that me breaking?
Don't count me out
or what it's all about
It will work out
There isn't any doubt
Drink with strangers, dance alone
Monday I threw out the phone
This time next week I'll fly away
While your youth goes down in flames
hope you soon forget my name
And when you're thirsty, you can drink the rain
Who is that falling?
Is that you calling?
Don't count me out
or what it's all about
It will work out
There isn't any doubt
Your words are like dry sticks
broken at my feet
no more flaming arrows
Your wine was once so sweet
sparkling down the street
glowing through my narrows
Pictures, taking me like a train
wish we could remain
so divinely blended
While sounds of a little town
lovingly pull me down
back to where we ended
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6. |
When I'm Done
03:12
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7. |
Revenge Fantasy
04:42
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8. |
Red Giant
01:48
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Pull back the sailboat quilt
and run to the store
I gotta feed thousands
just a little bit more.
And if I had it;
had it to do over
Then I'll go back to school and learn to be an expert
on that place in space where shipwrecked stars
swell beyond imaging
with furnaces where suns are born
out on the edge where life begins
Red Giant(Red Giant!) I wanna be a Red Giant(Red Giant!)
Pull back the sailboat quilt
and look for my eyes
Gotta thread my needle
find my basket of lies
And if I had it;
had it to do over
Then I'll go back to school and learn to be an expert
on the sunken dreams and shipwrecked lives
that turn beyond imaging
the wheels where their hopes are borne
and whirlpools where life begins
Red Giant(Red Giant!) I wanna be a Red Giant(Red Giant!)
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9. |
Trumpet
03:11
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He says he's gotta disappear
He's grinning from ear to ear
When I looked he was on the ground
a paper bag and a wine cooler downed
Leaves his mother sitting in the car
While he downs one at the closest bar
Makes his living from government support
It's the same for his brother named cort
Buying drinks is not very hard
When he uses his mothers card
Blew his trumpet all through the store
He turned heads as he stumbled out the door
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10. |
Blood On A River
03:52
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11. |
Healing Winds
02:15
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When I'm in the forest
I don't see the trees
When I stand by the water
I don't feel the breeze
T'il my loved one says, "darlin'!"
why don't you leave
by the soft piney paths
with warm grass at your feet
Life may be hard, but death is a cheat
And the healing winds blow over me
with the voice of my true love from under the sea
Alone but not lonely, though I am the only
one 'neath the knife of these healing winds
I used to remember
his sweet voice so well
But the memory has faded
with the sound of the bells
May my slumbers take me
from this living hell
On a pillow of seaweed
warm grass at my feet
Life may be hard but death is a cheat
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12. |
Lighthouse
04:20
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There's a lighthouse by the sea
watching for ships that will rescue me
I like to wave and watch as they
glide by the blue lights
it's my favourite channel
One day he was the food of love
now he's the anchor of blackships and shadows
his stars are waiting up above
the storm untamed, unspoken, unending
Windroses compass me about,
to save me from my cultivated doubt
The flying beam that cuts the night
blue bordered sadness
it's my invitation
My hair is full of weeds and sand
It's a garden, I'm still tending
While I drop seeds on empty lands
A place where dust and blood are bending
I love my own unhappiness
I weed it like a garden of less
I watch the ships drop off the world
far from the blue light
where there be dragons
Stone faces turned to watery grave
Nowhere to whisper, no place to lie still
The stars went out too fast to save
What stands between and what stands until
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Are you there beside your river?
Do your windows face the road?
Do you ever think of young days?
Long ago when you were old
Do your feet reclaim an old bridge
that they tore down long ago?
And the time you chased some rainbows
but there were no pots of gold
Did she ever walk beside you
as the night turned into dawn?
Did she ever walk behind you;
turned around and she was gone?
Are they talking 'round your table
What they heard down at the store?
Are you waiting for the winter
when you'll bare a little more
Are you there beside your river?
Are you young or old and wise?
Sometimes songs go on forever
Some songs bend but this song sighs
Are you there beside your river?
Do your windows face the road?
Do you ever think of young days?
Long ago when you were old
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14. |
Fisherman's Song
03:42
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Colossal Egos Montreal, Québec
Colossal Egos are Steve Burliuk and Donna Marsh. They first worked together in the late eighties as the Cow Punk outfit The Darned. Spurred by a long standing promise to "make a folk album someday", they united in 1995 to write and record Rural Electrification. Finally after many years, this music is seeing the light of day. ... more
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