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Thanksgiving
02:24
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I'm a fixture at the quarries
I work from dawn to dusk
Pushing mud, crushing rock
And choking down the dust
I can swear that I was born here
And it's here that I will rust
But tonight they all can kiss my ass
I'm punching out for home
I can see you're rather new here
Far out away from home
No corner in particular to be
I've got a house right on the mountainside
And I want you to know
That you can come around the bend
And spend the holidays with me
The days all blend together here
Forever on they drone
The boss'll work your fingers till they bleed
They can work me in that pit
Until they're digging up my bones
But not a soul on my watch
Will spend Thanksgiving alone
We'll make a feast upon the table
By the labor of our hand
Working side by side throughout the day
And losing sweat around the stove
Is but a meager price to pay
For you'll find nothing closer to perfection
All across this land
The chicken is to die for
Raised in our backyard
Fully stuffed and cut across the grain
And my wife will bake a batch of biscuits
That'll tear you off the reins
So tuck it in dear friend at either end
Sit firm and eat your fill
The days all blend together here
Forever on they drone
The boss'll work your fingers till they bleed
They can work me in that pit
Until they're digging up my bones
But not a soul on my watch
Will spend Thanksgiving alone
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Bigfoot
02:45
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The only pictures of you are distant and blurry
Your family would like a portrait to hang on the wall
Come back to us Bigfoot
You can stand straight and tall with me
You've got a luscious thick coat
The deep shade of coffee
It runs from your august face down to your feet
Come back to us Bigfoot
How warm we could be together
I know you're getting well along
By a certain narrow measure
For the world's pompous put-ons you have nary a need
And the land is somehow darker
Without the cover of your trees, I understand dear
And I will concede the world's bountiful vices
Duplicitous faces, wracked and twisted with greed
But there's more to the masses than wasted potential
You can still see their desires
Through the cracks in between
It's an unspoken truth that people don't wait forever
You've got so much to lose
And much left to see
So come back to us Bigfoot
Help us believe once again
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Osaka
02:31
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I am 5323 miles from a built up memory of you
Watching a rose colored sunset on Osaka Bay
And in a few short hours I'll be curled on the floor
Thinking back on the world that I knew
Grinding my nails through the carpet and spinning away
Every morning I scrape up and shuffle into town
The people I meet are the friendliest around
In the hours of the day
I could swear I'm on the top of my game
And the old men gather at the bar by the pier
They've been playing chess together for thirty odd years
But I can already feel the tide pull me away
In a few short months I'll be flying through the sky
To the ruins of the family I knew
I heard they took the remains
And put them up on a museum display
And I'm troubled by thoughts of how the empire toppled
As I watch the foundation fall through
Helplessly lost in the weight of the role that I played
And the old men gather at the bar by the pier
They've been playing chess together for thirty odd years
But I can already feel the tide pull me away
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Borrowing Trouble
02:25
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I'm writing you this song in bits and pieces
Across the rolling valley far and wide
And as the summer showers cleanse my aching body
I can feel the thunder rumbling at your side
So may the lightning set the land ablaze
Up and down the mountain range
We brace ourselves against it every year
We'll watch the smoke eat up the sky
And make it through very much alive
These storms don't burn forever on my dear
I did hesitate to put it all in writing
For there's a mighty weight of love out on the line
But we've built this brick by brick up for the better
There's no surprise to this foundation that you'll find
My mother told me not to borrow trouble
Cause there ain't nobody out there lending time
So I won't pick this all apart down into rubble
This day before us now is yours and mine
So I'll lay frozen here no longer
There's a warm and winding path I can't deny
We can beat the trail and walk the range together
And thank the gods above for what we find
My mother told me not to borrow trouble
Cause there ain't nobody out there lending time
So I won't pick this all apart down into rubble
This day before us now is yours and mine
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Memories With You
02:19
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My memories are strewn wild
Like shattered glass on the pavement
Reflected in fragments
From the day I was born
And as the years drag along
I find the threads fading faster
But my memories with you are bright and warm
The tales I've strung together
They grow taller by the hour
The details I remember
Are so often wrong
But I've been flying through the canyons
On the feelings carried over
And my memories with you are bright and warm
The pathways spread before me
Leave me twisted and torn
But days that have yet to pass
Do no good to mourn
I've got you right here in the moment
And I can spare a couple more
The moments spent with you are bright and warm
And my memories with you are bright and warm
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6. |
Go Again
02:31
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Six rows down from the preacher
Holding my head in my hands
I've never been on your level
But I can rise to my feet on command
So wrap me in the angel's wings
Embrace me where I stand
And I think I'm ready to go again
I think I'm ready to go again
You laid flowers down at the service
On the land where you used to play
You're chasing ghosts on the sidewalk
You just can't turn away
So I'll find you there in the open air
Pacing 'round the bend
And I think I'm ready to go again
I think I'm ready to go again
I've let myself grow closer
To an unfamiliar fear
I've closed my eyes to the breaking dawn
Barreling ever near
And my roadworn, stateless heart
Could tell you just how long it's been
But I think I'm ready to go again
I think I'm ready to go again
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