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The Saint
06:49
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The sun is always shining when he rolls into town
He’s dragging it behind, but he stays inside
The sun is always shining, but he sits on his ass
With his back to the looking glass, he lets it pass
And he wishes he were standing in the light
But to get out of his chair would cause a fight
The sun is always shining, he shuffles down the street
The friction in his magic making heat
The sun is always shining, the good guys always win in the end
But the frosty fun-faced girl is mad at him
She lets her hard feelings and her anger slide
While his bad boy side takes them both for a ride
The sun is always shining, but it’s colder than you know
When laughter comes and wind begins to blow
He’s reflected in the folklore, in campesinos toothless grins
When the local flora makes them deaf to him
He clenches his teeth for the fight
He’ll be damned if he’ll sleep on the station floor
One more night
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2. |
Circling Cowards
05:18
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Just a few words in the dark
A joke or two, maybe one will hit the mark and you’ll like me
But all you wanted was one thing
Something common, something cheap
Offered up to you for free, and you could keep your dignity
But all you wanted was one thing
All I wanted was one thing
But I never heard, never another word
But I never heard, never another word
I never heard, never another word
We’ll go around each other like cowards in a fight
Send your friend instead to deliver the blow
We’ll go around each other like cowards in a fight
It was just one night, tell them whatever you need them to know
You’re not good enough for me
The bar is set pretty low, even then I can see
That all you wanted was one thing
I’m not good enough for you
If I were, you wouldn’t think I’m the one you have to lie to
All you wanted was one thing
All I wanted was one thing
But I never heard, never another word
I never heard, never another word
We’ll go around each other like cowards in a fight
Send your friend instead to deliver the blow
We’ll go around each other like cowards in a fight
It was just one night, tell them whatever you need them to know
We’ll go around each other like cowards in a fight
Send your friend instead to deliver the blow
We’ll go around each other like cowards in a fight
It was just one night, tell them whatever you need them to know
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3. |
I'd Probably Fly
04:51
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If it weren’t for the grass beneath my feet, I’d probably fly
If I got too close to the sun’s heat, I’d probably die
Between the rocks and this place, would you believe I saw Satan stealing my shoes from me
If the grass weren’t beneath my feet, Id’ probably fly
If it weren’t for the river and trees, I’d probably cry
Enough to fill the dry and dusty ground and put clouds in the sky
I would stomp the devil under my feet, dip them in the stream to cool the heat
If it weren’t for the river and trees, I’d cry
There’s no sense in building the wall between us higher
When the end of the age is on your side of the line, and I’m on fire
You can follow me in the night
With the winged boots upon my feet, I’ll probably fly
Apollo, Icarus, and Mercury, I’ll meet up in the sky
Ask them why they’re playing tricks on me
I know they’re nothing but mythology
With the winged boots upon my feet, I’ll fly
There’s no sense in building the wall between us higher
When the end of the age is on your side of the line, and I’m on fire
You can follow me in the night
You can follow me in the night
You can follow me in the night
You can follow me in the night
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4. |
I'm Okay
04:07
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I’m okay with illegal dealings
Get me high
I’m okay with broken feelings
Make me cry
I won’t return you twofold for what you do
Because when we walk on each other we both might feel important
I don’t mind if your final thought of me is unkind
Or your dirty habits, hate and pleasure
Have entwined inside you
I won’t return you turns you do
Because when we walk on each other we both might feel important
When the spotlight rains down
One of us will have to step aside
When the floodlights come crashing down
One of us will have to run and hide
And I’m okay if that’s me
I’m okay if you need me to return you twofold for what you do
Because when we walk on each other we both might feel important
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5. |
Midnight Suns
04:34
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My friend, sail on
God will light the heavens for you
My brother, sail on
And before your journey’s through
Maybe you’ll receive the message
Tucked inside this jar
That I’ve tossed into the ocean
Underneath our setting star
Now the night time’s burning brighter
Than the sun that shines in the day
Baby blue sky hides the road map
Of the stars and I lose my way
I can’t find you with just one
I need the light of a billion midnight suns
My friend, sail on
We will swim in foreign seas
My brother, sail on
On the warm and gentle breeze
To a faraway land where no one
Has ever seen your face
Where you find the god of heaven
New Jerusalem awaits you
Where the night time’s burning brighter
Than the sun that shines in the day
Baby blue sky hides the road map
Of the stars and I lose my way
The night time’s burning brighter
Than the sun that shines in the day
Baby blue sky hides the road map
Of the stars and I lose my way
I can’t find you with just one
I need the light of a billion midnight suns
My friend, sail on
My brother, sail on
My friend sail on
My brother, sail on
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6. |
Coming of Age
03:56
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7. |
Too Bad
04:05
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What is that I smell on you?
Realm for women, hey, too bad your plans fell through
Sniffing tubes of glue ain’t enough to cauterize a wound
It’s too bad, too bad
I blew off steam when I got mad and got a rise from you
The rolling laughter tells me there’s a reason for the cones
Walk away with a giggle and a swipe right on your phone
And make your way to the back of the room to slip out all alone
You stopped waiting by the phone because it’s boring
Last time you’ll ever blow another afternoon
You know he didn’t even know the difference
Too bad you’re not who he needed, so make some room
It’s too bad, too bad
I cut my losses, drove away, couldn’t turn around
The warning on the can tells you that charcoal lighter burns
Pass around a shot glass, everybody gets a turn
And chalk one up to the boy in the hat who never seems to learn
It’s too bad you didn’t stop me when I thundered away mad
Guess I couldn’t get a rise from you
Get a beer and toss it back, break the bottle on the table
Sweep up your mess and head for home
And chalk one up to the chubby girl who dropped him like a stone
Her friends never liked him, he’s an asshole now and then
He never came home last night, his lies are wearing thin
So have a smoke with the boy in the hat who never seems to win
Have a smoke with the boy in the hat who never seems to win
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8. |
Ghost of SLC
05:04
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It was a Tuesday, I think, when the world began
The smallest things held the future in their hands
The meek and the mild, we came to understand
Were always the biggest part of the plan
I was scurrying back through the field and through the farmland
But the lore before told in verse
That a tortoise supports the whole world, of course
Is no worse a story
Than the boring allegory
That tells us we’re not worthy
Tells us we don’t mean a thing
Singing hymns that tickle him under his chin
Makes him tremble, and the Earth rumbles above him
When he clears his throat with a little cough, the world tips off
Is he allergic to the aftershocks
Or is the cough just a tell he lost a bet with you
The day before we met
The day before we met you
The day before we met
I left your ghost in Salt Lake City
I left my name on the manifest of the business class section
Of a plane
I left your ghost in Salt Lake City
But I took everything that remained
I took everything that remained
It was a Friday night by the time I held her hand
In the morning, back to Boseman again
In the late September sun
On a beach where my auntie rests in the sand
We carved our names
We carved our names
And we’re finally the worse for wear
For the stories we don’t care to tell
We don’t care to tell
We don’t care to tell
We don’t care to tell
And my grandmother’s ashes sit on the desk
Where I waste all my time
I wonder if she’d be impressed
Or like you if she’d met you
The day before we met
The day before we met you
The day before we met
I left your ghost in Salt Lake City
I left my name on the manifest of a plane heading
Home from New Mexico
I left your ghost in Salt Lake City
And that’s the last thing I know
That’s the last thing I know
That’s the last thing I know
Clearing a place for her ashes in the snow
‘Cause that’s the only way we go
That’s the only way we go
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9. |
Monster Fists
04:53
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The tongues of fire write on the wall
But I can’t see, I’m watching TV
And she’s heavy-handed, she’s heavy-handed
10 AM, 10 PM, doesn’t matter much to me
Think I’ll sit down and have a beer
I can’t remember why I got up today, always thought it would be simpler this way
Now I’d love to sleep for a year
All the sparks fade slowly in the end
But I can’t see, I’m watching TV
And she’s heavy-handed, she’s heavy-handed
She’s heavy-handed, she’s heavy-handed
Lepidoptera crowd me in an amorous halo
I can’t see events happening past the afterglow
Even though there are waves and tiny pinpoints and pixels
And two slits in front of my head for a view
All the sparks fade slowly in the end
But I can’t see, I’m watching TV
And she’s heavy-handed, she’s heavy-handed
She’s heavy-handed, she’s heavy-handed
My cohorts arouse me to investigate noises down below, low, low
I’m the third wheel and we all know it
While she’s stealing what she feels to be rightfully her own
I lie low, low, low like a coward and she frowns at me
And hides from the monster fists in here, don’t let anybody near me
We’ll need superhero costumes, band together as a team
Racing, ducking through the rat hole alleys, weaving underneath the buildings
It’s a panic, it’s an omniscient paranoia routine
The hardest that we know, the hardest that we stood
Seems to low, low, low when we do any good
We’re traversing an icy pond to a boat marooned in the snow
Lie low, low, low
Don’t let watching eyes know
That she’s heavy-handed, she’s heavy-handed
She’s heavy-handed, she’s heavy-handed
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