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Biographer
05:01
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Silver trees
Or is that snow perched upon the leaves?
Desert air
And I can't recall how I got here
Florida bridge
Where the ghosts do sleep I also make my bed
Headlight fog
Has dawn arrived already or has this slumber left me lost?
My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No more questions in his skull
As far as I could see he lost the words to tell
Moonlit sky
On Coney Island all alone at night
Dip my toe in the beach
Hopin' that the cops don't smell my weed
Smoke and lies
Well time is slow, but she's on my side
Long ol' ride
Whether you're on the road or locked up deep inside
My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No more questions in his skull
As far as I could see he lost the words to tell
These dreams at night got me screamin'
At everyone I love
I'm hopin' and I'm eager
With my teeth all tangled up
I don't mind what they're saying but I
Just can't go on livin' this a-way
My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
Lonely waves on a rainy coast
I can tell you how it feels to be a livin' ghost
The jailhouse pit
They took my money my guitar and my cigarettes
I lost the bet
But it don't matter no more I don't owe no rent
Say goodnight
And maybe you'll see me in the morning light
If I'm out by then
From Atlantic to Pacific I warn you all things end
My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No one has to know my name
I can come and go and leave all the same
My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
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2. |
Goin' Down Slow
04:43
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Need steady hands to hold down a job
Need a telescope, to see the eyes of god
I need some kind of relief from gravity and grief
Bad news on the wire from back home
Seems half my friends are dead and in the tomb
I put rocks in my pockets and i wade into the sea
And I know I'm going down slow
I know I'm going down slow
I've studied all the physics
I've read every word, written by your mystics
It seems at last, we all can agree
I gave away my Christian name
To a pagan priest in the driving rain
And I made my way from Gettysburg to Wounded Knee
And I know I'm going down slow
Yeah I know I'm going down slow
Moon's shinning bright just like a quarter
She's far away just like my lover
She can pull me this way and that, but i know she ain't never coming back
Sat down to write my last letter
Did my best to line it with the last of my silver
When i signed it I wrote, "I know now what it is I lack"
And I know I'm going down slow
Yeah I know I'm going down slow
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Hammer
05:03
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My hammer’s at home, but my shotgun is loaded in the foyer
With three last rounds while the crowd breaks down the barricade
Hear Jockey Full of Bourbon on the stereo replay
Mutiny and a terrible panic on the promenade
I been knocked out on the floor before
Johnny Walker is talking to me through the hallway door
Your sisters and mothers and fathers and brothers tonight remain unseen
So my dear child won’t you follow me through this television screen?
The stars are marked, it’s three in the morning, I’m walking alone
Paint boot stroke neon, cast streetlight shadows, just a strolling Van Gogh
Sign stops my eye reads “this world is not my home”
Hung round the neck of a man in the corner on a trombone
The sky is falling and I’m mauling on my enemies
Each decent man is one by one deceased
I harden and laugh and pardon all felonies
Pardon me, I did not know my grin brought on the police
My hammer’s at home, but my shotgun is loaded in the foyer
With three last rounds while the crowd breaks down this barricade
Where, where do I go?
Fly, fly away home
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4. |
'91 Ford
04:30
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them chains
Making that ruckus again
Baby you know I need my rest
I wish you’d stop shaking your head
You’d feel better honey, just come back to bed
Spent all day digging a hole to bury that past
And I don’t know where you’re going
When you’re gone I’ll be sorry for ever knowing your name
Got a 91’ Ford Machine
Got a 91’ Ford machine
She runs all right when I can afford that gasoline
You know the keys are hung on the wall
You know the keys are hung on the wall
Take for a ride honey, but please don’t forget to call
It’s a mile and a quarter to and from work
It’s a mile and a quarter before and after dark
You know I gotta make it on foot
Ever since you took my Ford on the move
It’s a long old way to come home alone
Got a 91’ Ford machine
Got a 91’ Ford machine
She runs alright when I can afford that gasoline
You know the keys are hung on the wall
You know the keys are hung on the wall
Take for a ride honey, but please don’t forget to call
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5. |
Long Dog Sorrow
05:40
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She drops her hair, her temper flares
I walk the avenue for some ocean air
Where I spend the night
In sheets of sand
Hear big blue whales swim through my head
Wake at dawn
Move my feet down Magazine street
Spot her Cheverolet, windows down
Arms stretched out, sunglasses on
I take her hand, she twists my wrist
She says “You know I don’t love you,
But I know, how lonely you are"
Yeah I know how lonely you are
Got the long dog sorrow
From California to Colorado
I guess I’m going home
Although I like to roam
I got stretched out hopes
That the long dog will take me there
Board the bus in the back
Watch a moving frame of a southern land
I can't look back when I move this fast
See a young girl walking like a tramp
She sits beside me
We gaze but we don't speak
From Phoenix to Santa Fe
I hold her hand, we wrap our legs
Until she gets off in Colorado Springs
Don't want to say goodbye, I find her eyes
Say, “I don’t know what love means
But I know how lonely you are”
Yeah I know how lonely you are
Got the long dog sorrow
From Colorado to North Dakota
I guess I’m going home
Although I like to roam
I got stretched out hopes
That the long dog will take me there
Haven't slept in days
I sit up straight at the stations
The holes in my boots
Start the same conversations
Yeah it's stop and go, ain't no race
Long dog takes a slow pace
Off an on again, through twilight wheels
Northern Michigan
Lonely mutt, across the road
Sometimes I think I’m the only lonely one
But I know how lonely you are
Yeah I know how lonely you are
I got the long dog sorrow
From the badlands to the great fresh water
I'll know I’m going home
Although I like to roam
I got stretched out hopes
That the long dog will take me there
On a long dog, etc.
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