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Folks In Holes
02:54
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Now I’ve got this long, long road laid out before me
Longing for days before diagnoses, what does it mean
Do you think we took sitting down for granted
In the yard, the humidity before the breeze
And where I saw the long, long road laid out before me
I’d believed with what we’ve lost
Honestly, after all that waiting
There was no one left to die
So you give yourself to a frightening world to shelter and feed
And pray that you’re not the last to know when it’s time to leave
Trembling, but let’s not talk about it, I’m sure you’ve got somewhere to be
And I’ve got this long, long road laid out before me
I’d believed with what we’ve lost
Finally, after all that waiting
There was no one left to die
Your sister’s exhausted
I’m awake most every night
So come on by if you’ve got the time
Don’t the time make it feel like we’re
Just kicking around
Trying to stick around
Long enough to stick our folks in holes in the ground
I guess we stick our folks in holes in the ground
Stick our folks in holes in the ground
That’s right we stick our folks in holes in the ground
Stick our folks in holes in the ground
With all we’ve lost, finally
After all that waiting
There was no one
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2. |
From His Ear To My Lips
04:01
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It’s as easy to wake up on the wrong side of the bed
To be born on the wrong side of the tracks
So if one day I came to find
Only a dagger by my side
I wouldn’t be surprised that everything looked like a back
And you won’t have to catch me
You won’t have to catch me
A cross of lilies lain beside a bed would be
Too tasteful for the gilded garden that grew my desperation
But if you fertilize my fear
The only bounty I will bear
Will be the harvest of Venetian preservation
And you won’t have to catch me
You won’t have to catch me
Swinging from the balcony shouting sic semper tyrannis
While history is retold
From his ear to my lips
There won’t be a hunt on horseback
There won’t be an old tobacco barn ablaze for me to rest
You can jeer at me when I miss my lines but I won’t miss him
And no one will miss me
And you won’t have to catch me
You won’t have to catch me
Swinging from the balcony shouting sic semper tyrannis
While history is retold
From his ear to my lips
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You never meant to hurt her
You’re just a New Jersey Turnpike worker
And the next brew’s due at 3
Who’ll wake the weary steering wheels
Moving up and down the highway
I can feel it bubbling underneath
And then the sun comes up
Sun comes up over the neon end
And it’s just me again
And don’t the lost deserve soft landings
Or guiding beacons
So I’ve got reason
Why don’t you understand?
Moonbeams gleam accusingly
Through menus and murals
And navigate into a night
They send signals into an ether
Desperate and searching for receivers
Still existing to circle satellites
And then the sun comes up
Sun comes up over the neon end
And it’s just me again
And don’t the lost deserve soft landings
Or at least to know just what they’re seeking
Can you pick up the phone?
You were crying again at me
But I am an island dividing streams
In constant motion
Of the tri-state region’s workforce
And the lost
Where are they going?
The Lombardi’s the last stop south of the city
And depending on your way
Your first glimpse at escape
Or your last chance to stay
You never meant to hurt her
You’re just a New Jersey Turnpike worker
And the next brew’s due at 3
Who’ll wake the weary steering wheels
Moving up and down the highway
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