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Lungs
04:35
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We are the sum
of one and one and one
We all come from
the belly of our mum
She breathes and hums
and circles round the sun
We kick her tum
to the rhythm of her lungs
We pound the drums
to the rhythm of her lungs
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2. |
Vending Machine Blues
03:10
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At the back of the rack
Sat the last KitKat
For too long she had longed
To drop down like the closer packs
As she grew near the glass
She was proud to be the last
After her no more packs
Would be left on the rack.
On the day she was last
And at last also first
All the packs join the rack
Just the order now reversed
All the pride and delight
Swallowed down with a bite
She's just another KitKat
Washed down with a Sprite.
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3. |
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Surround me
Breathe me in
I'll go with the wind
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4. |
Hollis Brown
06:32
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Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin’ down
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile
Your baby’s eyes look crazy
They’re a-tuggin’ at your sleeve
Your baby’s eyes look crazy
They’re a-tuggin’ at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If there’s anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell yuh
That you ain’t a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louder
It’s pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
It’s pounding on your brain
Your wife’s screams hit you
Like the dirty drivin’ rain
Your grass it is turning black
There’s no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
There’s no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That’s hangin’ on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin’
And your legs can’t seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin’
And your legs can’t seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you’re holdin’ in your hand
There’s seven breezes a-blowin’
All around the cabin door
There’s seven breezes a-blowin’
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean’s pounding roar
There’s seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
There’s seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There’s seven new people bor
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Hey that's OK
03:44
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For nothing more than the sake of torture
I put a chameleon on a mirror
and as I watched it
as it lost its mind
it reminded me of me
But hey thats OK
But hey thats OK
And as I sail myself into darkness
Away from the castles
Built on land
I know the shore that behind me erodes
Will slowly just leave me with grains of sand
But hey thats OK
But hey thats OK
But hey thats OK
But hey thats OK
If this floor was a chessboard
and I was the king
would you be my queen?
I read by my bedside while time moved the pieces
and I never wanted to win anyway
But hey thats OK
But hey thats OK
But hey thats OK
But hey thats OK
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