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Interstate
04:02
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Mark one for the sickness
Big ups, the disease
From the surface to the lees
To your knees, to your knees, to your knees
Make arrest, then recede
Till our curfew fills the need
All the helping hands
All the also-rans
Well I am not your noble breed
And I forgot your noble need
In the farms, send out alarms
In the fields, to the sun it yields
In the night, climb back into the light
And you are not the only one
No you are not the only one
Interstate
What can wait
Interstate
When we've pulled it off
The second the air is off
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2. |
Sanctuary Stairs
02:58
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I became old in time
I used to walk the pinon pine
The curses, they would wait for me there
A feather in your hat
And not a thing to say about that
I used to walk and no one would be there
Always smoke in your eyes
Always smoke in your eyes
In the weekend
All the girls they've been sleeping
All the boys come home for repairs
Bet you twenty-five years later
When you're leaping
Down the Sanctuary stairs
Always smoke in your eyes
Always smoke in your eyes
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3. |
What Will You Forget?
03:08
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What will you forget?
Your last castanet?
I'm a sucker for that life
Where will you remain?
When they burn your dress in the rain?
Good for you
What will you recall?
When they burn the leaves in the fall?
Don't forget
When you say you've known me awhile
Maybe that's just a crisis of style
Take down your disguise
Shutter all the eaves from your eyes
Heal those who'd be known
Death and dream when we walk, walk alone,
Listen here
Dead kings in a dying year
Little folk, catch a smoke, catch your fear
When you say you've known me awhile
Maybe that's just a crisis of style
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4. |
Red-Winged Blackbird
03:22
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I saw you: in the cold you were wed
When you crossed over
You saw me: I was young, bottom-fed
Alone in the clover
Red-winged blackbird
Red as the dawn
You will remind me
What I'm working on
You see me: got a ticket in my hand
Black-bellied plover
Wednesday night it was that Zeppelin cover band
Custard Pie, then The Rover
Red-winged blackbird
Red from now on
You will remember
Where the lines have gone
Red-winged blackbird
Red as the dawn
You will remind me
What I'm working on
But I can't see you
I can't see you
Oh what are you?
I can't see you
Oh what are you?
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5. |
At Stake
02:34
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Never awake
I look to you, you're a constant
Seldom at stake
Here my hands, here my pockets
But you can take
You can stay out far too late
You can heal, but not for long
I'm a blackjack around these parts
I'm a sandman
You opened up your vacant heart
I rent for damage
What will you take?
Wear your makeup way too fake
You can promise, not for long
Never awake
For you, what a constant
Always at stake
My hands love my pockets
What will you steal?
Try to reveal but not for long
Just be an artist all day long
To feel
To conceal
Just be an artist all day long
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6. |
Sugar Island
05:22
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Gonna leave the city
Sugar Island Baby
You're an open book
Why you still got took
But you'd come
To wait for the good
What you should take back
Oh, you never could
Stumble back on the alarm clock
Now you're fishing off a long dock
You'd see all your friends
And the best in them
Wheels' hum
Become all you know
Let some go, take place
When you gotta show
Way on back, I'm getting old
What you should've been told
Sugar Island Baby
When you're home, such a long day
But I'll come back
See you smile
Age, days, for sure
Be a little while
Be a little while
Sugar Island Baby
Be a little while
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7. |
Saints of Waverly
04:03
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We can live near the locust tree
Cross the bridge, take in the greenery
We can live near the gingkoes
But that's not the place where an Advance girl can go
Come on, put a whistle in my ear
Let's loop around the Southern Tier
Put some distance in our steps
Will the sentries that guard New York ask us what we'll find out west?
And you say…
It's time I'm unbidden to your bricks and troubled nights
My foes and oh my friends that gave such lovely light
Saints of Waverly, I hope you'll understand
Some boys get saved by music, some girls saved by the land
Meet me up at SteepleTop
Let's don't expect a bumper crop
Inch by inch, row by row,
O star to make this mountain garden grow
Early in the evening when we'll walk the circled sands
Know true that you're my woman, 'cause I'm sure I'm your man
Saints of Waverly, I hope you'll understand
Some boys get saved by music, some girls saved by the land
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8. |
100 Years Ago
03:40
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Camel City Drivers Winston Salem, North Carolina
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