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This mouth, these teeth they grind for me
and make this portion mine
And down the road into my throat it goes on
down to fill my belly up with love and endless
harmony it's time for murder without harm
and without crime
this steak was raised and stabbed for me
it's blood as red as mine
It tasted like a bible verse
and smelled like smoke and wine
And down the road into my throat it goes on
down to fill my belly up with love and endless
harmony it's time for murder without harm
and without crime
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Lay Down Here
03:08
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Lay down here inside my arms and scold me
In the open beehive of your mouth I am ready
You've tied a silver chain round my heart and locked me down, locked me down
So pull this rusty blade out from my chest
Theres no time for weeping eyes There's only heartache left for you
In a moment I'll be gone the lightbulb flickers in my room
Catch it now don't turn away before this bullet turns on you
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Blanket of Stones
04:30
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And the flies
Circle above me in the night
They hang just like bad dreams
Outside my door
The ghost of an elm tree
Scratches it's name
And whines through the night
Sleep, sleep like your bones
In the harbour
A blanket of Stones
And your voice
Is humming inside me
Speaking in tongues
It's layers surround me guiding my heart
It's fingers carress me with
Invisible hands
Binding my lungs
Sleep, sleep like your bones
In the harbour
A blanket of Stones
Sleep, sleep like you're told
By your father
A blanket of stones
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Here Stands Your Lover
04:17
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Here stands your lover
And here he stands cold
In this courtroom of black solemn figures
And jury that’s yet to be sold
You could dip him in chocolate and sugar
You could crack his shell under your heel
You could try to hold on when his body is gone
And your scared from the back of the wheel
In the heaviest rains of the winter
with these horrible sounds in your ear
A fist clenches up in your stomach
Your hands slick with sweat while you steer
What will you say when you see him
And find scissors to cut off his gloves
With just nine broken fingers
With his face and his cheeks full of blood
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A Tired Man
02:52
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I'm a tired man
I'm a tired man
I'm a tired man
It's hard to get along
I'm gonna lay my head down here
Where there's not a bed
In a forest fire
Until the food expires
And if Satan calls me his best friend
You know that he's a liar
I'm a tired man
A tired man
A tired man
And if Satan calls me his best friend
You know that he's a liar
I'm a tired man
A tired man
A tired man
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Don't Be Obscene
06:18
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Slight of hand and twisted lips
The hot smell lingers on your fingertips
Snow crunches deep on this street of shame
My house is on fire
My children in flames
Shut your mouth don't be obscene
With your empty pockets
And ripping jeans
Looking me straight in the eye
With the hot piss streaming
Down your thigh
Nobody cares if your screaming loud
On this concrete stairwell
Where I pushed you down
The taste of pavement and spoiled dreams
Is too salty for you
In this drunken scene
In the darkness where birds go to die
Suffer babies with dirt in their eye
Tell your mother she's wasted her life
Wasted her life
Hmmmm
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Something Rotten
03:41
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There's something rotten in this well
But it's much too dark to see it clear
To see it clear
When My daughter came back home
With that man, that beast, That heathen
That heathen
I must be hard, woo oo oo oo
I must be hard, woo oo oo oo
He spoke evil in my home
And showed his lust so easy
So easy
If you cannot fear my lord
Then you must learn to fear me
To fear me
Out in the woods, woo oo oo oo
Out in the woods, woo oo oo oo
oh, oh, oh
They just would not hear my words
But they heard my rifle clearly
So Clearly
There's something rotten in this well
But you'll never see it clearly
Not clearly
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Hope is Fleeting
04:02
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There is hope
But it's fleeting
It's harder to hold
Then a sliver of ice
There's a road
Leading to somewhere
But it's constantly turning
And turning
And turning
And turning
And turning for the rest of your life
And I know
You're only salt water
And I know
It's not worth a damn
And I can feel
The slightest of motions
And I can see
The shape of your hand
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The Howl
05:26
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It's a massacre
With no one left alive
And it's hopeless now
From where I stand anyway
And you're not at home
And I can't stand it anymore
Put the rifle to my eye
Pulled the trigger
And let the bullet fly
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
It's just a phone call babe
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
It's just a phone call babe
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
You hear me howling babe
Why don't you call me?
Oh please come home
Why don't you call me?
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Quivering and Coughing
05:40
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I pulled you from the road
Found a place for you to lay
Just quivering and coughing
Up blood on our duvet
You were barely breathing
Your fur was soaking wet
I had nothing I could give you
But a blanket and a bed
With your tongue falling out of your skull
And your claws all caked up with dirt
And your bowels spilling all that they've got
I wrapped your body in an old cotton shirt
I wrapped your body in an old cotton shirt
We're on the road to nowhere
We're on the road to nowhere
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These Hands
05:20
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In the darkness I was found
Half buried in the ground
I turned my head around to see
The rescue squad pull us both to shelter
I lost use of my hands
They hung like limp and useless cloth
You didn't understand
You just walked around the pond
Outside the hospital grounds
Well Smoking is hard to do
Like everything right now
I don't want you to go away
But still these hands
Can't hold you back no more
I take it day to day
And still you come around
But I can't look at my guitar without
Thinking about all the things
I know should've done
Drinking is hard to do
But never hard enough
I don't want you to go away
But still these hands
Can't hold you back no more
Maybe water to wine
But miracles don't wanna happen twice
All these empty canvasses
Will never make a critic cry
I won't hold you down
But these hands can't open up your door
I don't want you to go away
But still these hands
Can't hold you back no more
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Wooden Box
04:50
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Fm__________F
In this wooden box I found you
Bb___Bbm__F
Carefully arranged
________Fm__________G#
Hands folded across you sternum
G#sus2/D#(4663xx)__Gdim/C# (x453xx)
A cold dis-------------------play
(x46xxx)_(x45xxx)__C#(x431xx) C#
For ones___you____love
And If I could wrap your arms around me
And pull you from your grave
And just hold you for a moment
Here in my arms
Here in my arms
And if you would ask me I would tell you
There's no wrong or right
Just a pile of stupid questions
In this old world
You cannot stand
______C_______________G/B (7,10,9,x,x,x)
In this world you're a handful of dirt and stone
________Gm/A# (6,10,8,x,x,x)
A broken wheel sends you back
______G/B
To the worms where you belong
In this world you get mashed up
And crushed and stoned
Stabbed and burned, hanged and shot
Chased back to where you don't belong
You don't belong
You don't belong
You don't belong
Not in this place
You don't belong
You don't belong
You don't belong out where I cannot see your face
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Wake Up You Bastard
05:54
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It was cold where my brother was sleeping
He was sleeping for days
And in my dreams he was lost in the waves
All of the doctors and shamans had nothing to say
He just laid there for days.
I stared at him through the window
The red light of dawn
Saying "brother hold on"
"Little brother hold on".
And I shake him and squeeze him
And slap him and pull on his hair
He does nothing but stare
Barely breathing the air.
"Wake up you bastard Wake up!"
I scream in his ear
Not a blink or a tear
When all of your life is upon you
You smash it like glass
Is this part of your act
Brother get off your ass
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Our Fat Children
04:55
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It's hot outside so keep an eye on
Your fat little children
As they roll their way to the sea
Did it hurt too bad my little man
With the cut on your finger
As you scream your way back to me
No don't you cry my sweet little heart
Here's a donut I've hid just for thee
It's cold outside and you let your hair
Hang down your perfect shoulders
And the ocean's blacker then ink
You say the words you said to me When we were so much older
"I've had way too much to drink"
Oh no, don't go back home so soon
When I've got you here by the fire
And don't try to teach these arms How to hold you just hold on to me
And don't try to teach me to dream
When my dreams are you here with me
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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.
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