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Father Father
04:02
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father father in my head
shall i mourn you now instead?
father father when you're gone
will we finally get along?
get along get along
who will feed this angry throng
father father when you're dead
shall i mourn you now instead
father father who art thou
who shall feed the holy cow?
father father still i've said
who shall break the holy bread?
holy bread, holy bread
leave those holy words unsaid
who shall you be when your dead
shall i mourn you now instead
father father can't you see
manners do as manners be
raise the rod to raise a son,
who shall clean the holy gun?
holy gun, holy gun
whose the only righteous one?
raise the rod to raise a son,
who shall clean the holy gun?
will my father father falter?
will he break me on the altar?
will he bring the blade upon me?
or will he spill his own blood on me?
blade upon me blade upon me
bring it down rightly or wrongly
will he bring the blade to bear
is that a pick ax in his hair
in his hair in his hair
the burning bush is everywhere
the blade to bring
the braid to wear
is that a pick ax in his hair
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Illuminated
04:59
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well your character inserts his own lines
sorts through the refuse of his own finds
he paints in long and melancholy lines
while the lookers look on from behind
well the grass is blue down in Tennessee
but the faces aren't faces that you wanna see
and in the interim spaces
you can break for free
and then set off running for the sea
then you whistle through world and it makes you swoon
you feel like a child in a childhood room
forgetting bout the people in line and the days that you waited
when everything becomes illuminated
well the bull market
it did a nosedive
now the bears are circling the beehive
well you dropped your shares
cause you're trading inside
but you know it's gonna haunt you till you die
well they're puttin' more people on the front line
where the vultures perch on the street signs
where the old men preach
and the young men find
that they're already running out of time
in the former republic of the IOU
we rose to sound of a military coup
but we found that the promises they made had been miscalculated
when everything became illuminated
well you're locked in the back of an old truck
and you curse to heaven for your bad luck
and the police are tuggin' on a door that's stuck
but you still can't seem to give a fuck
well the old boy's sleeping on a trampoline
cause he'd given up tryin' to keep his nose clean
then he wakes up thinking that it's gotta be a dream
cause the plot line ain't what it seems
and he knew what the well and the sick have in common
the story that the snowflake whispered in the oven
he smiled as he gazed at the faces of the one's that he hated
when everything became illuminated
texas holdem’ is a bad game
when your too drunk to know your own name
when the chance is gone 'fore you even know it came
and the cards all start to look the same
the fold is filled with it's own food
but the kids won't eat they're in a bad mood
and the killer is tilling up the walking path
and he's pouring out the concrete bath
you spend forty years riding on your only hit song
you sit around waiting with the radio on
when the money is gone
and the light in your eye is faded
then everything will be illuminated
you take your
place at the table with the bride and groom
and you feel like a child in a child hood room
when you run into the arms of the one that you thought you'd evaded
then everything will be illuminated
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3. |
Trouble With Dreams
04:35
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well they set you at a desk on Red Square
and told how to play with your new toys
ain't that the trouble with dreams, boy
ain't that the trouble with dreams?
well they taught you how to fight to retain control
but you wanted to spread the real joy
oh, ain't that the trouble with dreams, boy
ain't that the trouble with dreams, boy?
well you followed in a line of hardened men
now you gotta prove you're the real mcCoy
ain't that the trouble with dreams, boy
ain't that the trouble with dreams?
the back of a man is now at risk
who lays down the whip that he employed
ain't that the trouble with dreams, boy
ain't that the trouble with dreams, boy?
well you thought you found a lover until she
told you that you're not the only one
ain't that the trouble with dreams, son
ain't that the trouble with dreams?
while you were putting on your bravest face
she was just tryin' to have a little bit of fun
ain't that the trouble with dreams, son
ain't that the trouble with dreams, son?
well you wanted to ride the new wave
until you got under the rip curl
oh, ain't that the trouble with dreams girl
ain't that the trouble with dreams?
well they told you could do anything you want
but that you had to do it in the real world
oh, ain't that the trouble with dreams, girl?
ain't that trouble with dreams, girl?
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4. |
Stations
07:16
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many are the men who have gone off to war
many are the women who have wanted more
and the princes who get their feet through the door without trying
many are the ones who will turn in defeat
with bones in their saddles and burs in their feet
when you sit for a spell in that terrible seat you start dying
many are the ones with that look in their eyes
but the loosening and binding of spiritual ties
has taken a backseat to Pulitzer prize-winning writing
we go on and we struggle to understand
why we can’t get to do what he or she can
and why all those people in whatchacallit-stan are all fighting
many are the people who live with no homes
and many many more who feel alone
and we might all get sick from our cellular phones but we’re smiling
many folks don’t know they’re possessed of a rage
it’s the blindness of this here particular age
extending the bird through the bars of the cages they’re driving
the angel stands guard with his terrible sword
extending it over the ruinous horde
well the garden is empty except for the Lord in his glory
so we’ll build it to heaven till the heavens descend
and our tongues are confused so we’ll nod and pretend
that paradise still waits at the end of the story
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5. |
Skeleton Key
03:33
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I called a doctor, he drove from the village the very next day
you were still bleeding, your swollen heart beating
we knelt to pray
we prayed for the angels to carry you back, but we failed cause they
carried you home, they carried you home
your bedroom is empty, there’s dust on the table
that stood by the door
the picture that faded, is still on the mirror
I don’t use that one anymore
but all the neighborhood girls, play dead on my floor
and I forget I’m alone, I forget I’m alone
you were my baby, I held you last summer
but I let you go
to small corner diners, intelligent designers
the to and the fro
cause all my recipes called for blowing leaves, but you brought me snow
I was always behind, I was always behind
with all of the light in this world, I had only a glimpse of you
and if I had a year I’d explain to you dear, what they’ve put me through
so with some whiskey and a skeleton key, I’ve locked my room
and there’s nobody home now, there’s nobody home
one day I fear that I’ll, make such a mess that I’ll seal my fate
binging and purging and spiritual emerging, the crooked and the straight
now the lightning tree and the skeleton key, stand stark by the gate
where the night children roam, where the night children roam
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Devin Greenwood New York
Devin Greenwood is a New York City-based recording artist, filmmaker and musician. He is also co-founder of the Brooklyn recording studio The Honey Jar and has collaborated with artists such as Steve Reich, Sufjan Stevens and Priit Pärn. His work has most recently been presented at St. Ann's Warehouse (NYC), National Sawdust (NYC) and the Turku Animated Film Festival (Turku, Finland). ... more
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