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(instrumental)
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sunday paper
05:33
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i've got a heart like a sunday paper
you've got a voice that'll tear it right in two
but that's okay because i love you
my feet and fingernails are dirty and ragged
you always moan and gripe
but that's okay; we are both little guttersnipes
i’ve got lungs like a backyard swimming pool
you’ve got a pair of hands that float like leaves, or algae
but that's okay; i know i'll always grow with you
i’ve got a love like pyroclastic flow
and i'm afraid that it'll kill us both
but that’s okay
(i’ve got a heart like a sunday paper
you’ve got a heart that’ll tear it right in two
i’ve got a heart like a sunday paper
you’ve got a heart that’ll tear it right in two)
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guilty i am not
06:06
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you have made an awful commitment
i have committed a terrible crime
this untold love, buried in my heart
uncommon embers floating in my mind
i am the minister
you are the bride
your groom none other than God
Holy Ghost no i am not
nor Father, nor Son.
i am the minister, you are the bride
never knew love could burn this strong
i have committed a terrible crime
but guilty i am not
i have made an awful commitment
you have committed a terrible crime
i have trespassed upon your heart
and you have trespassed upon mine
you are the minister
i am the bride
my groom none other than God
Holy Spirit you are not
nor Father, nor Son
you are the minister, i am the bride
your heart has no home in me
we have committed a terrible crime
but love can't set us free
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i am at one with the trash
i smash all around me and i live in the mess
i no longer suppress who i am
a trash woman
i survive on microwave food
i'm never in the mood, so mainly i get by
i don't apologize, not anymore
what's the point, what for?
i've said my goodbyes
to a lifetime of lies
i'm off to be trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
(trash woman)
i’ve been told i’m lazy often
that i should do more, my value unsold
but truth be told?
i’d sooner waste my youth
than work away my life
for you
i'm off to be trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
(trash woman)
i'm off to be trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
trash woman
(trash woman)
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gravedigger's eulogy
06:48
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i was born with a shovel in one hand
and a bouquet in the other
the sun it rose and set for me
the moon it waxed and waned for me
i knew this land like the backside of my hand
i fell in love with the clouds in the sky
how they danced, how they wept
no soul knew for whom but i
i fell in love with the hills of the land
rolling curves, endless vistas
in their valleys hollow i do stand
i fell in love with a woman
eyes of fire, a molten heart of gold
every night without her by my side leaves me aching, leaves me cold
i spent my days just loving her
every day was beautiful
the sun it rose and set for her
the moon it waxed and waned for her
the clouds they wept and danced for her
the land and i, we stood for her
death came and went for her.
i was born with a bouquet in one hand
and a shovel in the other
i keep my mind on her eyes
filled with love, filled with life
her kiss so sweet, nevermind the flies
now there’s cobwebs on our covers
and i sleep alone with her
every day, every night
i could keep from loving her like a cock could keep from crowing
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midnight train
03:32
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i used to wish i had money for a train ticket
straight into the afterlife
no stops
no mercy
just filthy plastic seats and eons of patient misery
time become fossilized
i cannot sleep
i cannot rest
i cannot move
i can do nothing
but watch the sky's nameless groove
wish i could keep on these train tracks going nowhere
cars tumbling forever into nothing
falling from the tracks and into the abyss
the world smears into grey upon grey upon grey- and i am swallowed by the void-
we are diving into nothingness and nothing we will find
will end this suffering
nor this joy.
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twelve rainy sundays in a row
twelve rainy sundays in a row
we pray there won’t be a thirteenth
‘cause we’re so tired of all the floods
twelve people wading through the flow
weighed down by waterlogged clothes
they’re shrouded in shadow
but the water reflects the light
so we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
(we should go drowning now)
twelve rainy sundays in a row
twelve people wading through the flow
they’re swept away by the undertow
and we let them go
twelve little children in a line
their voices are so divine
who could refuse them when they
ask us to throw away our lives?
so we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
so we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
we should go drowning, we should go drowning, we should go drowning now
(so we should go drowning now
so we should go drowning now)
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