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nevertheless, love
03:00
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Farewell again, love
You lifted your anchor 1,000 days ago
We both know I’m unreliable
I’m liable, love, to break something, careful, love
I’m sorry, sorry, love
You’re betrothed 1,000 times
To distant shores and women, 1,000 live not mine
I’m liable, love, to break something, careful, love
Nevertheless, love
I’m not waiting, love
So come back, come back, come back where
I always know, love, when you’re near
I’ll know the moment your sails appear, come back, love
I’ll come find you, love
No giant squid, no reckless sea foam
Can keep me, I’ll fly, love, my skull and crossbones
I’m liable, love, to break something, aren’t I, love?
Nevertheless, love
Yes, you’ve told me, love
Your new girl’s wild, but you’re so tired, so
Tell me you’re satisfied, and I’ll let right go
I can lift you up, love, let me, love
Careful, careful, love
Let me, let me, love
I’ll come find you, love
I’m not waiting, love
I’m sorry, sorry, love
Farewell, again, love
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2. |
lidocaine
04:08
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Sailor, since you left this valley months ago,
every evening’s indigo.
Stars, lithium and old guitars
are what you keep in your heart.
I wish I would leave this valley for the sea,
broad and brimming Gallilee.
O, o the Gulf of Mexico,
o the California coast.
Lidocaine, lidocaine, fix me up some easy thing,
so I will know just where to go, free and easy,
singing ‘Lidocaine.’
Pretty seashells, pretty seashells in my hair,
chiming in the summer air,
will I find you waiting ? Where ?
O I’m a silly thing, silly thing, silly school girl posturing.
I do not know where I will go,
laudinum or methadone,
but I’ll sing love songs as I go.
Lidocaine, lidocaine, fix me up some easy thing,
so I will know just where to go, free and easy,
singing ‘Lidocaine,’ singing ‘Lidocaine.’
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3. |
yellow bird
03:29
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Yellow bird, handsome bird, won’t you sing me just a small song ?
I have followed you forever and a day.
I’ve known the lonesome winds.
Won’t you ever let me know you, pretty bird ?
Yellow bird, handsome bird, I was just a little girl
when you went flying from the valley far from home
into the lonesome winds
Just what is it you were leaving, pretty bird ?
Yellow bird, handsome bird, have you taken everything ?
That thick gold wedding ring just slipped right through her hands.
There’s nothing left to show, nothing on the ground below,
won’t you even leave a shadow, pretty bird ?
Yellow bird, handsome bird, you are nothing but a sad song,
I can’t hold you now, no matter how I try.
I know the lonesome sky
gets so lonesome you could die,
and you’re never coming back now, are you bird ?
You’re never coming back now, are you, bird ?
You’re never coming back now, are you, bird ?
Yellow bird, handsome bird, won’t you sing me just a small song ?
I have followed you forever and a day.
I’ve known the lonesome winds.
Won’t you ever let me know you, pretty bird ?
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4. |
the foothills
04:05
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Is it helping? The grey tweed penguin
standing in the corner in front of the unpainted plaster
You put on the mask just to help with your sleeping
You can’t stand to look at the unspackled ceiling
Up by the graveyard just off of 9th Street
you heard Leonard Cohen’s dark, hot daughter
she lived in her car and nobody knew her
—well, everyone knew her, but only so far
You can walk on the plank bridge over the drainage
You can hear the kids laughing from not so far
and the foothills have got so much magic it’s tragic
and some night I’ll come out just to sleep with the stars
Down every mountain highway, around every corner
I sped, sped, sped
cause the roads are too narrow for the police to patrol
and sometimes you’ve gotta make your getaway good
So you pick up that guitar like any good folk star
unknown to the masses but fierce when you growl
and you put all that awkward and upset and unknown
and too much, and too slow in a song
and you thank god it snowed
This town is a lily white down feather pillow
I’m blessed and I’m cursed and I’ve just got to follow
where the ones I need lead me, I’ve no strength to hold me
alone in the wilds with my car and a gravestone
So tell my sweet sister and all of my brothers
and all those I’ve done wrong, that makes up all the others
I’m lighting the torches, I’m fighting unfortunate
things that I’ve done in this world of our fathers
Oh, I don’t sleep well, this ceiling’s disgusting
and I’ve done such harm in this world, and I’m sorry
and thank god it snowed, this late winter’s disarming
the snow will be gone by tomorrow, I’m sorry
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5. |
what I know
03:49
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Tell me would you hold me if I told you that I know some things that you don’t want to know
Tell me could I trust you, would you be true as you seem to be inside that soulful show
I would like to know, I would like to know…
Cause you, you’re something else, you’re something warm, something I have never known
Smoking in the cold November streetlight, baby, I would like to know
Tell me what it takes, tell me what it takes...
I would like to know, I would like to know…
I would give my life to taste the life you’d give me if you’d give me one small taste of you
Tell me what it takes to light a fire up in your eyes and I will
Tell you what I know, tell you what I know...
Tell me what it takes, tell me what it takes...
I would like to know, I would like to know…
I would sing a love song if you’d let me sing it sweetly, softly low
Just to be a stranger once to irony, to all this sorrow
I would hang my hope on your willow tree, I would hang my hope on your willow tree
I would hang my hope on your paper star, I would hang my hope on the hope you are
Tell me what it takes, tell me what it takes...
I would like to know, I would like to know...
Tell me would you hold me if I told you that I know some things that you don’t want to know
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6. |
transfer station
00:34
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The first half of the bus trip from Denver to Dallas
was a whirlwind Greyhound romance
yes, it was over by Amarillo
and I don’t know what it means, I’ll forget his name
before he’s deployed I will try to pray
he makes it back home to Marietta
Sittin’ on a curb at the transfer station
Sittin’ on a curb at the transfer station
And when he sees his daughter he can take her
on a shopping spree at the toy store
so she can’t say he did nothing for her
she’s got another daddy now, this one’s here and gone
on occasion he takes her to the salon
tattoos her portrait on his arm
Sittin’ on a curb at the transfer station
Sittin’ on a curb at the transfer station
Amarillo streetlights blinkin
Amarillo streetlights blinkin and watchin
So it’s one more gone and a stranger
asking for change in pleas as he’s passing
and I’ve got nothing
so why hoard it?
I mean, I spent the last of all the money my mother loaned me
on a little black dress
that should have been blue
I mean, she might as well disown me
Sittin’ on a curb at the transfer station
Sittin’ on a curb at the transfer station
Amarillo streetlights blinkin
Amarillo streetlights blinkin and watchin
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7. |
widow's daughter
03:13
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my lonely lovely girl, my dark becoming dawn
tired of livin as if you’re dyin, it gets wearisome
and the widower laments in drunken confidence just like he meant to
love you, just like he meant to love you
is this loneliness or freedom
I’ve never known the difference between bein left and leavin
Where, where have you been?
Where have you been?
Are we done
Are we done
Are we done
with being what we’ve been
my sweet despair so pretty
I have loved you, I have blamed you, I’ve held you to me
in the dark and in the day
my love, my love, I was wrong
and it’s taken me this long to believe though you’d leave
that you’d love me, that you loved me
Where, where have you been?
Where have you been?
Are we done
Are we done
Are we done
with being what we’ve been
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8. |
o pale white moon
00:25
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O pale white moon, casting your long blue shroud and shadow
I’m bound across the darkened land and shining snow
O pale white snow, stretch from sea to shining city
I’m bound to cross this whole wide country lonely
O pale white moon
O please don’t leave me
O pale white snow
Don’t leave me lonely
O pale white loneliness let me be
O mountains green, will there be peace in those pavèd streets
I’m bound to miss your mud and maple trees
O maple trees, I feel the restless rising spring
I’m bound to follow restless rising dreams
O mountains green
I’m bound to leave
O maple trees
I’m bound to leave
O blind ambition has me
O quiet house in the shadow of the mountains
I’m bound for brighter lights and bigger towns
O little town, sleeping so sweetly
I’m bound for distant seas and shining cities
O quiet house
Don’t let me leave
O little town
I’ll be so lonely
O shining city let me be
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Over the causeway
may be the great escape
we make, such daring young rakes
Tambourines gleaming
we split the water between
the light of the sun and the calm of dark
And a word I can’t recall
like patience or grace
something that means faith
lingers on the rocks
and the highway lines
and the white-silver road signs
and the mountains and the tar
And it’s you and me, driving East, back where the light comes from
And it’s you and me, in a carload of people, musicians who need to mean more than they do
And I’ll play mandolin
and we’ll play gypsy jazz
in sunglasses and hats
in our gypsy band
and you can
and you can
I believe you can
And fa la falderal, and fiddle-i, fiddle-ay, and too-re-loo-ray, and tra la hey
And I’ll play mandolin
and we’ll play gypsy jazz
in sunglasses and hats
in our gypsy band
and you can
and you can
I believe you can
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10. |
sunflower
02:02
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Sunflower now it’s time, face the sun,
face the summer, everything you’ll leave
behind this time
Sunflower now it’s time, say goodbye,
say I love you, say that I am sorry that I
always disappoint you
I have sung this song, I’ve written
everything there is to write
of leaving you
I have sung this song, I’ve written
everything there is to write
of leaving you
Sunflower now it’s time, say goodbye, say I love you,
say that I’m not sorry,
say I’ve sung this song
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maudlyn monroe Fort Collins, Colorado
Classically trained, with a love for riot grrl and 70's NY punk, maudlyn monroe is a vocalist/guitarist/saxophonist/pianist with an up-tempo emo feel—an electrified lackadaisical punk. Their voice, with its three octave range, has been called "angelic" and "soulful", "bird-like" and "desperate", and lends to quiet folk contemplation, shocking soul, and raw punk sounds. ... more
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