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Put your ear to the ground
It's the most magnificent sound
When the midnight train comes
Rumbling through this town
Feel the wind rip through your clothes
Where it's headed, nobody knows
But my bags are packed
And by God, I'm ready to go
Don't be concerned if I return as somebody new
People change, it's all the rage
And I've got nothing
To lose
Put your ear to the ground
It's the most magnificent sound
To this Earth, my friend
We're no longer bound
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Lying In The Middle
03:19
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I got a friend who don't know which side to sleep on
But every girl in town wants to help him decide
They all know he won't stay the night
But you gotta give him props for trying
Bless his soul
It don't take a mile in those loafers to see
He's just a chauffeur back home
A couple milligrams and a TV show
They go down better alone
He goes
"Why should I make up my mind
Just to change it overnight
What a magnificent way to waste my time
You know I would rather live my life
Rife with riddles
Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale
The world's a buffet
And I came to get my fill"
I got a friend who hasn't paid rent in ages
In the minds of every man this side of the tracks
Mmmm
They all know he's a little green
The weekend queen is new to the scene
Some say he's a tourist, oh well
All those purists can go to double-hockey-sticks
Until they wanna leave a happy man alone
He goes
"Why should I make up my mind
Just to change it overnight
What a magnificent way to waste my time
You know I would rather live my life
Rife with riddles
Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale
The world's a buffet
And I came to get my fill
I'd die before I sit still"
"Why should I make up my mind
Just to change it overnight
What a magnificent way to waste my time
Oh, you know I would rather live my life
Rife with riddles
Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale
The world's a buffet
And I came to get my fill"
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To the water
Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered
By the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles
Every step he takes
Heaven's angels
Tremble in his wake
Never seen a wall so high
Watch dogs around the clock
Guards at every corner
(And they don't bother calling the coroner)
Once a man gets locked inside
He's here 'till the reaper knocks
Or so they thought, 'till they saw one night
That man escape, and to this day
Every inmate knows his name
To the water
Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered
By the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles
Every step he takes
Heaven's angels
Tremble in his wake
Legend has it he was raised in an attic
Mom and dad could barely afford the same pattern
Of asylum after asylum
Prayin' to Poseidon
To keep the darkness outside of him
They say he never uttered a word
Until the crucifix around the neck
Of a corrections officer
Caught his eye
He said, "My, oh my"
"I think I just found my ticket out of Hell on Earth"
To the water
Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered
By the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles
Every step he takes
Heaven's angels
Tremble in his wake
It only takes a week or two
To break a god-fearin' man
Ease him in with the small talk
(And then plant ideas 'til his ears fall off)
Finlee played that guard like a fiddle
Turned his own fears into a homing missile
"Father, can you save my soul?"
"First, you gotta bring me a little C4"
Bang, FLASH! Take an educated guess
How the blast didnt singe a single hair on his chest
He just stands in the rubble, beneath the floodlights
When despite the chains on his feet and weak muscles
He walked off, spawned a generation of knock-off
Fanatics who got caught claiming they was raised in the attic
To follow in the steps of a priest
Who traded his fate for the depths of the sea
Feet hurt
Hands are dirty
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30
But I don't think
We need to save him a seat tonight
Feet hurt
Hands are dirty
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30
But I don't think
We need to save him a seat tonight
Feet hurt
Hands are dirty
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30
But I don't think
We need to save him a seat tonight
Feet hurt (To the water)
Hands are dirty (Father)
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30 (Finlee walks)
But I don't think (Hardly bothered by)
We need to save him a seat tonight (The ten-pound lock)
Feet hurt ('Round his ankles)
Hands are dirty (Every step)
Warden says supper ends 'round 5:30 (He takes)
But I don't think (Heaven's angels)
We need to save him a seat tonight
To the water (To the water!)
Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered (Father Finlee)
By the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles
Every step he takes
Heaven's angels
Tremble in his wake
To the water (To the water...)
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My attention she rolls between her thumb
And her index finger
Boys, they linger at their own demise
Eyes of emerald, like the hems she's been practising
On Goodwill sweaters
Now, where's her Parsons letter?
She might not know that I exist
But just wait till I'm a buck fifty
And get that old Camino fixed
Bailey by design is a someday sort of valentine
And my oh my what a someday that'll be
Bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines
Of that note that I know she'll never read
Baby, that's fine by me
Cause while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches
I might steal one for myself
Thirty seconds, that must be some kinda record
Before some lovesick fella asks me
"Honey whatcha making?"
Can't you tell, I'm making plans
To dress the world with these two hands
Don't need no man to 'splain it to me
Unless that man's on laundry duty
Maybe when I'm old and rich
(Maybe when I'm old)
I might find some hand to hold
But I sure won't hold my breath
Bailey by design is a someday sort of valentine
And my oh my what a someday that'll be
(Someday that'll be)
Bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines
Of that note that I know she'll never read
Baby, that's fine by me
(That's fine by me)
Cause while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches
I might steal one for myself
I tell you
Bailey by design is a someday sort of valentine
And jam on rye, what a someday that'll be
Don't ya know that
Bailey by design is a someday sort of valentine
And my oh my what a someday that'll be
Bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines
Of that note that I know she'll never read
Baby, that's fine by me
Cause while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches
(I ain't got not time for midnight kisses)
I say while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches
I might steal one for myself
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Vitamins
01:27
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Oh, the doctors think it might've been
The waking up at five AM
To down a dozen vitamins
And have a little cry
But the body I was given
Ain't the one I want to live in
So if you're not using yours
Drop a line
And if it's money you desire
Then just tell me where to wire it
I'd set it all on fire
If it meant I got the chance
To tell a seamstress
"Please, miss, take these wrists in
I've got better things to paint"
What a dream to watch your scars grow faint
Under a dress all quaint
For that, I'll
Wait
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Holler House
02:03
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You won't get much sleep in that house
You wanna blow off steam well good luck
Finding any relief to compete with her mouth
She'll scream and shout
Till she's red in the face
There's no better place
To bicker all your fickle little troubles away
Just be ready to give what you take
You'll pay more than green for your turn
Handmaiden or queen, same price
And the shorter your fuse
Well the hotter she'll burn
Take it from us
We were in your shoes once
New in town hearing rumors
Bout a woman with a cutlass for a tongue
In a house where she deals
Degradation to her patients like a drug
A villain to some
But a savior to most
She's gotta break you down
So she can wake up your ghosts
Torture your demons
To free your soul
So one by one we stepped in
And one by one we crawled out
Without a shred of a doubt
We'd be back again
Not a pill
Not a bud
Not a glass
Could even hold a candle
To a damsel as crass as she
You won't get much sleep in that house
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Scattering Remains
03:47
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Everyone knew the end of our story
Before I even saw a flag
(Ha, how sad is that?)
Out of the blue you quit writing poetry
And telling me how your day was
I've waited so long to say that
I can't save you from the way you stand there
Waiting for your plants to die
And you wonder why
Aren't you growing tired of scattering remains
And waiting to see if the weatherman's gonna change his tie
'Cause green means summer
And fuschia brings the rain, they say
Well do you recall
The color he wore on the day
The day we passed away
Twenty degrees and she's refusing my sweater
Says she's "better off this way"
(That doesn't mean anything—what does that—what do you mean)
Well there's superstitions and then there's you
With your fetish for noticing the blemishes
Your only defense is your horoscope said to be a pessimist
I can't hate you
But the way you made me feel like a losing bet
I can't forgive just yet
Aren't you growing tired of scattering remains
And waiting to see if the weatherman's gonna change his tie
'Cause green means summer
And fuschia brings the rain, they say
Well do you recall
The color he wore on the day
The day we passed away
When I didn't wanna be an artist if it meant
That I'd become the hardest man to love
To the girl who's shaking the eight ball
A little too much
Aren't you growing tired of scattering remains
And waiting to see if the weatherman's gonna change his tie
'Cause green means summer
And fuschia brings the rain, they say
Well do you recall
The color he wore on the day
Oh, as I recall
It was a lavender mauve on the day
The day we passed away
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Mr. Rose
03:11
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There's a man on the hill
And his pockets are filled up with roses
Though I don't see him often
And I don't think he knows the problem that this poses
For if I had to live without him
I'd want nothing more to do with this mountain
Mr. Rose, I don't suppose
You'd want to spend your afternoon with me?
We can walk through the garden
Begging the pardon of the bluebirds
You'll lay down on the lawn and I'll study your yawn
I wish I'd met you sooner
For Mother and Father just paid off the dowry
But one look at you and my heart goes all flowery
Mr. Rose, I don't suppose
You'd want to break a rule or two tonight?
For my days here are numbered
If I end up under the thumb of a loveless man
Who wants to lock all the doors
I swear I'll run straight into the forest
The surest I've ever felt of myself
Is when you're on my mind
There's a house with a window
And inside that house lives a boy
He might think I can't see when he stares out at me
But oh, how it fills me with joy
For life on the hill can be awfully bereft
Of the moments that wake up an old man's chest
So before my days end
I'll wrap up a rose and send it down the way
To the boy who made me feel like a boy again
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So You Wanna Marry Daisy
03:29
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So you wanna marry Daisy
Yeah, well, good luck with that
You got about as much of a chance
Of licking the brim of my hat
'Cause she's a purebred, her forehead's
Worth about as much as your car
So let's just say your little bouquet
Won't get you very far
But slow down there slick
See my sleeves are full of tricks
You just say the word and I'll have you birds
Kissing at the Ritz
And my price? It's nothing, it's cookie crumbs
More of a steal if you ask me
In terms of conditions, my friend
I've only got three
Rule one, congratulations, son
You've been promoted to private eye
I want a page a week on every word she speaks
And brother, don't ask why
Rule two, you see that window
Right above mademoiselle's boudoir?
Won't you be a doll and unlock it?
I gotta make a quick withdrawal and a small deposit
And last but not least
Listen up close kid, this one's for your own good
If that girl ever twirls her little brunette curls
And leans in close to say
"Meet me under the Magnolia tonight
If you wanna get a little crazy"
Well, you turn and run for the hills, straight and fast
Because crazy's Daisy's way of saying
You'll end up laying on the wrong side of the grass
So you wanna marry Daisy
Well, that death wish don't come free
But a wicked dream needs a wicked schemer
So thank heavens you met me
She's got a two-ply, cream pie, uni degree
In stealing from suckers like you, stealing
♪
She's got a two-ply, cream pie, hard knocks degree
In feasting on suckers, on suckers like you
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Dear Hannah,
There is a place that has no name
Somewhere off the coast of Montpellier
Someday we'll throw our phones like skipping stones
Off a pier that would've made Monet moan
And we can build a house for two
Popsicle sticks and a little glue
Long as it's you, dear
I'm here to stay
And if the tax man comes around
Tell him that we both went fishing down
There at the flea market for compliments
We'll be the best-dressed pests in all of France
Eating honey and mascarpone in the morning
Visiting Nina Simone when it's pouring rain
What do you say?
We'll hide Florence in the floorboards
And pour Paris in our glasses
Grow Tarragona on the terrace
'Til the air smells like molasses
We'll rub shoulders with sculptors
And I'll tend to your rashes
Oh at last, this silly little world is ours
At last, this silly little world
Is
Ours
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Spence Hood Seattle, Washington
Spence Hood is a Seattle-based “singer-popwriter” making melodic guitar- and piano-driven grooves with flares of jazz and R&B
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