1. |
Talking About Death
03:53
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I can't seem to sit still, you can't hold your breath
Everyone around us is talking about death
The world is a cold place, together we are warned
Everyone around us will surely do us harm
We're just ordinary people
Too bad we're so plain
If I was home now, I surely would stay
Quitters are for loving, and lovers they need space
Picture me inside my rosy red face
Who will raise my children? Who will raise my dead?
Who will lay me down and hold my aching head?
We're just ordinary people
Too bad we're so plain
If I was home now, I surely would stay
And never have to go so very far away
If I was home now, I surely would stay
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2. |
Don't Make It Hard
04:57
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Everybody's gone walking 'round the town
Everybody's gone walking 'round tonight
All those people gonna wear you down tonight
Under the dim lights don't we sparkle?
Beneath the bad breath don't we shine?
Please don't make it hard to love you tonight
The cemetery's gonna take you in, gonna take you in someday
I wouldn't mind if I could take you to my final resting place
I wouldn't mind if I could take you there to stay
Under the gravestones how we'd sparkle
Between the stars, we would shine
Please don't make it hard to love you tonight
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3. |
Good Winter
05:39
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When the wind blows, and the Spring sets low waiting to pounce
I follow you, with your new blues, your blond hair waving around
South side, clouds and clowns arrive to breath in the frost
Cars passing by, I could see your eyes flying around like moths
We send them all away
Inside, outside, the skinny trees sway
Let's just sit and brood
It's gonna be a good winter with you
Made it through December's bruise, the false lights fading fast
I felt their noise, and forced joy explode and crash
Then the snow came, a fresh name, a new start
But a fool's game, we both stayed but felt like falling apart
We send them all away
Inside, outside, the skinny trees sway
Let's just sit and brood
It's gonna be a good winter with you
The hot fire, the white spires off in the distance
For the night times, offer the right lines and read my sentence
No one will act stunned, will see the difference
We know, we live in the snow all plain for intention
We send them all away
Inside, outside, the skinny jeans sway
Let's just sit and brood
It's gonna be a good winter with you
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4. |
Hey You
04:48
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Hey you
You're gonna lose your mind
You're gonna find a new crime
You're gonna make us cry
Hey gun
He's gonna buy you a bullet
He's gonna shoot the clouds up
He's gonna bleed the sky tonight
Who's gonna stop him?
Who thinks he's right?
All we have to do is see him
He's right here, but he's out of sight
Hey class
They're gonna buy you hand grenades
Now go away and play
You're almost in the first grade
Hey grenades
They're gonna give you a pay day
You and you're lovely slaves
We're gonna let them stay
Who's gonna stop them?
Who thinks they're wrong
All we have to do is see them
They've been right here all along
Hey you
You gotta check the time here
Get back in line near
Your radio engineers
Hey gun
He's gonna buy you another round
Don't make a single sound
Just get drunk and hit the ground
Who's gonna stop us?
Who thinks we're right?
All they have to do is see us
We're right here but we're out of sight
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5. |
The Haunted
03:55
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So long I go, when you don't know
Some bites are bitter
I hold you tight, when you are cold
But now you're warmer
I'm the ghost the haunted love
The rock n roll, so sad and slow
Just like a holiday
We trapped the saddest lines we know
Cut them filets
I could bring them home to you
I grow up straight, through soil and slate
To watch the morning
I'm looking through your window panes
While you are snoring
I'm the ghost the haunted love
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6. |
The Wash
02:36
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Carrry the weight of the joy on your broken back
When the beasts stare at you don't you ever lift your eyes to stare back
Everything that's grown, and for everything that dies you have been cruel
So close your eyes tight, and let it wash over you
I'm looking for a place that I can break and bend
I will bury my face and my feet in the mountains there
I will keep my eyes peeled through the branches of a broken sky
Let the wind wash over me so stupid and satisfied
The antlers on the floor make reflections out into the room
I will never leave you but I might never stay for good
When it's cold I watch you from the outside of the sheets
As I climb inside you wash right over me
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7. |
I Shot a Gun
03:37
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Morning is gonna hit me like a dump truck full of bricks
If I can't make it up to you I think I'm gonna be sick
But I can't vomit all the shit I read,
And I'm still trying to hold onto my seed
So by the breaking of the yolky sun I shot a gun
I bought up all the eyes of the sighted who could see
Locked 'em up in prison cells and kept them close to me
I fed them magic middles and processed snacks
And on their prison walls hung photographs
And when their judgement day did come I shot a gun
Every year I throw you a birthday celebration
Enemies and allies come for destruction and creation
Full of carbonated yellow piss
And knowing they will not remember this
They all hold hands and line up one by one to shoot a gun
I found myself surrounded by places I couldn't have
I traveled across oceans, but I always felt so bad
About all those people living still lives
I couldn't understand wrong from right
But I thought maybe they'd like to have some fun so I gave them guns
Morning is gonna hit me like a baseball off a bat
For all the things I haven't done and all the things I have
I'll probably never see the end result
I'll move away and find a place to sulk
And look a good, broken, native son I'll shoot a gun
I was looking out for number one
I shot a gun
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8. |
Day After Blues
03:44
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I don't recognize this man, he speaks my language but oh so bad
His bed is cold and quiet, I'll take him out for breakfast this one time
I know I shouldn't have, the way people look
The street vendors sit and stare, then turn back to their books
We had nothing to lose, just day after blues
Oh how could we lose
I cooked him dinner some nights, he met my sister and acted polite
His strange smells keep hanging, around near the windows and walls where he first sang
And I know I shouldn't have, left him alone
He's cold and quiet and far from home
We had nothing to lose, just day after blues
Oh how could we lose
He calls me late one night, he's back from holiday bearded and white
He's broken the keys to his place, and I hang up the phone and picture his face
And I know I shouldn't have, but soon he'll go
Still I keep dreaming we could have grown close
We had nothing to lose, just day after blues
Oh how could we lose
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9. |
Spaces
04:02
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You are all the spaces in flannel shirts and
Smiling faces. They slap my hands and
I can play the fool, but I'll still pity you
You'll pity me too
You saddled up for ages and prayed to billboards
Their shiny empty pages became your folklore
You sold it all too soon, but they'll still worship you
You'll worship you too
You can fill the spaces for pretty whores and
Radio stations, department stores
But every working man will forget you
You'll forget you too
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10. |
Pistol
03:36
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All the living, all the dead
Better hold onto their heads
The sounds they hear will rattle through their bones
I went out last night
For to twist and shout and fight
Left my baby sitting all alone
A man needs a drink
To settle down and think
And watch the pretty faces on TV
Then deep inside the brass
He'll start to see a path
To all the other places he could be
No I never bring you along
To dance at honky tonks
Or out to eat at fancy restaurants
Cause Mondays come so fast
And Saturdays don't last
You're lonesome and it's all my fault
Now my baby's had enough
Of my busted up love
When I come she's sitting in the dark
Then the lights come up real fast
She turns to me and laughs
Points that pistol straight at my heart
All the living, all the dead
Better hold onto their heads
The sounds they hear will rattle through their bones
I went out last night
For to twist and shout and fight
Left my baby sitting all alone
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11. |
Feels Like Home
03:17
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Feels just like home, but I ain't got no home
I've been traveling through this world all alone
Feels just like death but I ain't going yet
I can't believe I'll take another breath
Sounds just like god, but I don't believe at all
I'm standing at the western wall
Some water tastes like wine, some like turpentine
Anywhere my baby drinks is fine
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Michael Roberts Guilford, Vermont
Michael Roberts is a guitarist, songwriter, composer, and bandleader from southern Vermont. In addition to his solo work, he leads The Rear Defrosters, a honky tonk collective, and the alt-country band Wooden Dinosaur.
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