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Imitaa
02:50
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There is a dog that follows me around town
Keeps me company when friends and work can't be found
He sure don't judge me for the shape that I'm in
He don't don't wear a collar and he smells like the wind
He defends me from weakness like no savior's done
We sleep in the day and at night
We run
The snow falls quiet on Browning tonight
While streetlights send up red-hot pillars of light
But they give off no warmth like the night that you died
When your only sin was just sleeping outside
And I hope that you're walking in good health and shoes
I hope death is to winning as living was to lose
This dog with no name he eats what he finds
I drink from the well and the midshelf sometimes
He'll sit in front of me like he's waiting to play
His ears will twitch slightly if I mention your name
I know it's just thinking it's probably not true
But when I talk to him it's like talking to you.
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2. |
Bowling Ball
03:26
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Came into town went to the one place he could go
To the outskirts of town to the tribal casino
Dollar for dollarʼs a night on the town
Breaking even, leveling out
The one place where his name made no sound
Oh the family that he left still living in old low rent
Obligations to his father, and then back out again
Home for a day or two, maybe more
Takes out the trash a couple runs to the grocery store
25 years old, the horizon is clear
Hopefully it takes him away from here
Since every face he sees looks like a funhouse mirror
All drunken and disheveled looking for a hole in government work
Failure feels a little different here but it donʼt take away the hurt
I am you and you are me
The choices Iʼve m+de just to keep you +nd your sisters free
You may stumble or you may fall
But this hole in the world can roll like a bowling ball
You got love and you got your friends
Youʼve got the start you got the means to the ends
Youʼll be back again
But I donʼt know how and I sure donʼt know when
Green grass in the summer
Frost on the field in the fall
Spring coming from the winter
And here it donʼt mean that much at all
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Dry Engine
03:43
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Told everyone you knew you were leaving but you wound up staying
Tied here by promises and debts you never wound up paying
And this town still speaks your name though the voice and place remain the same
Whatʼll you do when you find that nothingʼs changed?
You want to find a higher track
An honest way to make it back
Shake the dust loose from these thoughts
Sort what youʼre saying from what youʼre not
An honest trade for what you got
Thereʼs no prettier sight than looking back on a town you left behind
Van Zandt sings in your car though you donʼt have a place in mind
Every wandering song that every folksinger has sung
Are just words and chords if they havenʼt wandered some
You want to find a straighter track
An honest man when you get back
Solid ground beneath the road
Porch lights on when you get home
An honest trade for what you own
The highway moans like a prairie wind
As the gale force speeds pick you up and toss you out the door again
Empty pockets, gravel lots
Bone-dry engine, scattered thoughts
You want to sing to cleaner ears
A larger bowl to hold your tears
To exchange more miles for more days
Things worth having you get in trade
You get in trade
You get in trade
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4. |
Invisible Men
04:24
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Found a roof overhead under the Orange Street bridge
As I waited out the rain from a northern wind
And the moon and the lights made the street shine so wild
It turned back into the city that I knew as a child
When we'd pass through on our way back to Arlee
In a beat up '57 just the old man and me
Now I've grown old and broken on these shining streets
Where the streams of white faces don't seem to see me
Count the cracks in the sidewalk as I walk to a park
A piece of ground to lay on just before it gets dark
But each day I wake up in the morning freeze
Under the boot heels of the city police
Not long ago I was a young man at war
Deployed in Vietnam with the USM Corps
Through shrapnel and napalm I fought without fear
For the lives of the people who don't want me here
My body made it back to the rez in one piece
But my brain was twisted up with PTSD
Like photos tacked on to the lids of my eyes
Blooms of orange fire in faraway skies
I never got better and the work never came
My name on waiting lists at the goddamned VA
But tonight these streets have been kinder to me
So I'll spend a little more on that midshelf whiskey
History may laugh as it recounts the days
Of drunk old Indian man full of anger and shame
But I walk with my dignity I walk with my pride
To keep visibility 'neath the night's blooming lights
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5. |
We Both Know
02:51
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So go on now but let me know
Whether you decide to stay or to go
But with some things I can't tell
Whether they went too bad or too well
We both know there's so little point in trying now
Threw that baby and the bathwater out
With so many things with so little time to figure it all out
You were always gone and leaving town
I don't mean to say it's all your fault
That we went crashing headlong into a wall
I know now it's my fault too
Staying out all night drinking myself blue
We both know there's so little point in trying now
Threw that baby and the bathwater out
With so many things with so little time to figure it all out
I was always gone and leaving you out
I came for your love and I stayed for your light
You woke up in the morning but you shut down at night
The pieces were all there but they were pieces that I couldn't repair
And darling I couldn't get clear of all the smoke and mirrors
We both know there's so little point in trying now
Threw that baby in our dreams out
With so many things with so little time to figure it all out
You were always gone and leaving town
We were always gone and leaving town
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6. |
Neon Blues
03:20
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I've been cutting your drinks with water all night
So you're sober enough to go home
Though you came with a friend you said time and again
That you're going home alone
And you don't have a car and you live too far to walk in heels like that
When the light comes on the wait's too long at last call to call a cab
I'll give you whiskey if you ask but I'll give you coffee after that
From a broken cup with these orders piling up
The time slips by as the night unwinds
Heard you slur your words as you walked by
With those neon blues cutting through you
You're getting sick again as your girlfriend's friends
Take their pictures in the mirror
And you can't help but ask yourself hat the hell's keeping you here
Too many nights of neon lights they don't replace the moon
And a late night friend still in your bed don't fix a morning before noon
You know I'll spot you in a pinch
I'll find your friends if you get sick
I won't give a shit if you can't afford a tip
I might give myself away to say
I don't want to watch you hurt yourself this way
To watch you fall all night and sleep all day
I'll buy you a coffee if you want
Take a few turns around the block
No neon blues for a night or two
Take my word if it still hurts I'll find another place to work
And no more neon blues for me or you
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I'm waiting for the first snow
I've locked up every window
I'm waiting for the cold to take the air
Searching for a new distraction
Or a hold to gain some traction
So when I turn I forget that you ain't there
I can keep that hard cold from coming in
Keep myself from making the same mistakes again
I can throw the logs into the fire
Set the thermostat higher
But it don't stop that cold, howling wind
I dreamt of you last night
In a cocoon of Christmas lights
Of those promises I threw into the wind
Those words echoed forever
Bounced off the frozen river
And faded away when the summer came and went
And I still feel you by my side when I sleep
Fell your hands on my skin when I dream
From when the winter sun goes down
To when it rises from the ground
Some days I wish I stayed in between
And the heat of our love turns to freeze
As those frozen nights turn to memory
The temperature keeps falling
I still keep myself from calling
And I know someday you won't remember me
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8. |
Well Worn
03:17
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Humid heat in a winter dive
Desperate boys in the smoke outside
Dumb and horny, heartsick and lonely
Waiting for a space in line
And I saw just fine in those last call lights
That dress you'd wear on Saturday nights
It was cold
But I knew you weren't going home alone
Loneliness on Cuban heels
Fresh heartbreak with a worn in feel
I feel so bad
But you look so good
Too tired to carry this momentum through
Can't lift my head to lick these wounds
Drunk and sorry, threadbare and hungry
Space between a hawk and the moon
Silhouettes blurred in random position
Prayers slurred out to anyone who will listen
I'll pray
That she don't see me this way
Tailor-made for threadbare hearts
Hand-stitched seams that fray and come apart
You look good in red
But I'm feeling blue
Now my head feels lighter than it's ever been
It's so easy now to be carried around by the wind
And I rose high above the mountainside
Til the wind blew me back to the high line
But I felt so good on the ground when you were mine
I can't hold you like I used to do
I'm a cold-weather coat that you outgrew
Don't get me wrong
We looked good together
But I don't mind waiting for someone who fits me better
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9. |
When The Fire Goes Out
03:07
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10. |
I'd Be A Singin' Man
01:59
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They say the words spill from your guts when your heart's on the floor
And melodies appear when birds don't sing anymore
But there are no words inside this heart no song in my ears
So the only thing upon the page is the blooming of my tears
So darling know I've cried all I can cry over you
Forgive me if I can't sing a song about you too
To find the chords to ease the pain of all these memories
But I'd be a singin' man if you'd forgive a fool like me
Back in the days I had your love the songs came with ease
As natural as water flows or sunlight through trees
But as water can't flow backwards light can't retreat to the sun
And what I've said can't be unsaid and I've done can't be undone
So darling know I've cried all I can cry over you
Forgive me if I can't sing a song about you too
To find the chords to ease the pain of all these memories
But I'd be a singin' man if you'd forgive a fool like me
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