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Gold Fever
02:40
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Mark the devil by a stone and the rock be surely gold
So I've come to stake my claim along Main Avenue
I believe that this here town was built on hollow ground
And down underneath our feet are treasures to be found
I dig for friendship, I dig for love
I dig for all the things that I've been dreaming of
Every penny that I've earned got me this inch of land
Every rock or spec of dirt has my name in the book
So I'm armed with little more than the clothes upon my back
If the rocks could only talk they'd tell me where to look
I dig for wisdom, I dig for health,
I dig for all the holy dollars in the bank
I'm getting deeper while the world is bought and sold
Still getting deeper always closer to the gold
Just about richer though you find me in the hole
To sum it up I'm close but one can never know
I've been digging for a time and hit no rock of shine
There's talk of me in town from no such friends of mine
They say I dig my grave, that I'll die without a home
But until it takes my life I'll work down to the bone
I dig for country, I dig for man, I dig for a silver pistol planted in my hand
I will strike it solid gold!
Bucket, shovel, pickaxe, wash-pan tell me where to go
I'm getting deeper while the world is bought and sold
Still getting deeper always closer to the gold
Just about richer though you find me in the hole
To sum it up I'm close but one can never know
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Communication's Dead
04:48
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I've made a thousand calls today, no one's calling me back
Telephones only work one way or not at all
Dissolving, disappearing, all my cares are gone
We're born alone, I fear the world is lonelier than me
If I left my heart at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my hand
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead
I send a letter out today, wrote my address on the back
The cause of all this seemed to say 'don't ever give up'
Encrypt the answer just to hide what you're scared to divulge
I've solved the riddle just to find the answer's just another one
If I left my mind at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my head
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead
Corruption's hominal, I'm not too bold to say that
Love must be seminal for us to solve our problems
If I left my heart at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my hand
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead
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Jim + Ruth
03:08
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Jim's not talking to Ruth, she still acts like his dad
She could learn how to stand on the anthill
But she's not in the mood and the cat's in the bag
and the cow and the dog are in there too
But Jim's not really mad, it's his speech impediment
Flap your hands as you dive in the carpool
Though it's not what he meant
Today they come and take the drivers away
Tomorrow they will set the building ablaze
Let the ash and the dust fill the air
Person A lost a shoe, person B lost his teeth
Good thing they fought the war on the sidewalk
And the kids love their meat, like a dog loves a bone
invite the girl with the pig from the sidewalk
She'll come some other week
Today they come and take the cowboys away
Tomorrow they will steal the haloes of saints
Let the moans and the cries fill the air
Qualify from a coffin to lifeboat
Common eyes see 'why' in an eyeful
Who am I in a war of the wasted?
Kill the truce if the flag isn’t blowing
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Devil's Cauldron
05:00
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As I pass through these hills, blowing over me a dead chill
And if blows through my bones, I’m in company of ghosts
It’s April 17th, 1843, and I’ve just crossed the desert
With the sunset on my back, skies are turning black
I camp though I know better than to stay in the devil’s cauldron
Your heart may protect you, your mind may keep you sane
But your soul will desert you in the devil’s cauldron
Hungry and tired, I shake off the cold by the fire
Through the sputtering flames, I see enemies and friends
From the depths of the night, a beauty comes to me and lays down by my pillow
And at the rise of dawn I wake alone and find my body hollow
Because I slept with the devil’s children
Your heart may protect you, your mind may keep you sane
But your soul will desert you in the devil’s cauldron
My heart I’ll carry it, to a physician
My mind I’ll take it to a psychologist
My soul is forever lost to them
Your heart may protect you, your mind may keep you sane
But your soul will desert you in the devil’s cauldron
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Man by Name of Denver
03:32
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Two hooves upon the plain, two hooves down in the graveyard
My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me
We wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver
He brings the ball and chain, one custom-fit for me
My story is a shame that started last November
I pulled into a town, just stopping on my way
My heart fell for a girl of husband, hence the mayor
He found us as we lay, he vowed to shoot me dead
Now the sheriff of this town is a man by name of Denver
Our destinies were bound as the shots rang through the rain
The shootout that he found was in the house of mayor's
One body on the ground, the other ran away
We wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver
My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me
One foot upon the plain, one foot down in the graveyard
I bear this ball and chain, it's custom-fit for me
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Coming Back
03:36
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Coming back is a sad, sad thing
And the world feels so small again
Some part of me is overseas
And waits ‘til I’m back again
I’ll meet you out on the train
In a heartbeat do it all again
And nothing’s out of the way
If we can save up and pay the fair
Time is all but a constant thing
Only faster the older I get
Precious moments that slip away
And camera snapshots of what I missed
I’ll talk to you in the plane
I want that 9 hour ride again
And though the date may be far away
All my luggage is packed and I’m ready
Muj navrat je smutku den
A svet se zas maly zda
Kus ze mne je dal za morem
Nam muj novy prijezd ceka
Rencontre moi sur le train
Ce voyage j’vais encore le faire
Et ou on va n’est pas certain
On depart n’importe quand tu prends ma main
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Somedays
02:08
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The world was supposed the end last century
I’m still playing the waiting game
Sail my ship to Africa
I just want to know I can go that far
Today the future feels like memories
I want a past that can go that far
Today my accidents are remedies
‘Cause my karma can go that far
The world was supposed make my fantasies
I’m still playing the playing game
Cross the plains Africa
I just want to feel I can go that far
Today my actions feel like melodies
I want a tune that can go that far
Today my body feels the gravity
and thinks it can only go so far
A stone for every grave
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Friends, we’ve put it off, you know it’s time
We’ve got a lot of work to do, much bad we must undo
Now the time has come to tell the world
Spread the word to everyone, until all the bad’s undone
Too many people are getting fat, struggle for their breath
Getting sickness from their water taps
Too many people born handicapped
Not to mention populations keep on rising off the map
Brother traded fathers’ fields for smokestacks
Watch out memories turning black
Neighbors filled our father’s creek with cow crap
And I feel it seeping through
Friends, let’s realize the necessities
And differentiate between what you want and what you need
This economy’s priorities, we’ve got to turn the upside down
So our health is number one
Too many people are getting fat, struggle for their breath
Getting sickness from their water taps
Too many people born handicapped
Not to mention populations keep on rising off the map
Brother traded fathers’ fields for smokestacks
Watch out memories turning black
Neighbors filled our father’s creek with cow crap
And I feel it seeping through
Too many product ads
Too many fashion fads
Too many TV sets
Too many garbage bags
Too many power plants
Too many bureaucrats
Too many promises
Not enough cleanup plans
Too many people don’t know the facts
Too many people don’t care to ask
Too many people trust governments
Too many people are ignorant
Too many people don’t see the mess
Too many people follow the rest
Too many people don’t ask themselves
Just where in the world was their garbage sent
Brother traded fathers’ fields for smokestacks
Watch out memories turning black
Neighbors filled our father’s creek with cow crap
And I feel it seeping through
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I’m taking some time now every day to walk around the block
And see what’s new so I’m not surprised when
I’m running out of time in this fast city, you’d better run quick
Or you’re running late or running into me
City Hall’s locked up no one’s getting in no one’s coming out
No one gives a damn about politics anymore
You say your mind’s messed up we’ve got medicine, pills for aches and pains
If you’re feeling ill, take a few of these and a bottle for the road
I don’t have a friend who will promise everything
And then break each and every word
I don’t have a friend who will tax me when I work
And then tax me once more when I spend
Oh yeah, good friends won’t rip you off but you’re government probably will
Oh yeah, good friends won’t piss you off but you’re government probably will
I’m taking a break every yesterday to examine my life
And the way I’ve lived it and how I’m comfortable
In search of the life of luxury, we forget our dreams
And what they mean to find what we don’t need
And I see the lights they light up the night, so much you can’t
Even see the stars, unless they happen to be on the TV screen
And the roads cracked up, we’re still driving them, and the lake
Dried up, we’re still fishing for any compliment a person can get
I don’t have a friend who will drop minimum wage
While raising the tuition rates
I don’t have a friend who will tax judge what I am worth
By my income in a fiscal year
Oh yeah, good friends won’t rip you off but you’re government probably will
Oh yeah, good friends won’t piss you off but you’re government probably will
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River
04:06
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I’m taking a ride down the river
To forget the troubles I’ve had
I come from the swamps and the sewers
I’ve passed through the sweet lemon grass
To find better times on the river
To find time that moves ahead
And if my fortune is sour down river
Then I’m better off dead
I still remember the singer
Of a band that I never like
He told me the song of the summer
Kept getting stuck in his head
But when I hear the song of the river
I open my heart and sing
We carry our tune down river
And it spreads through the land
Bernie Ebbers is a winner
Clifford the dog is a fraud
No action belongs in the middle
I guess that’s why they believe in a god
I know I belong on the river
And if I hear them call me back
Tell them my home’s on the river
And I’m not coming back
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My good friend is a half-breed, a mut all jokes aside
He picked a neighbor’s roses and for that they’ll have his hide
The got him in a jail cell and that is where he stays
And they’ll keep him past tomorrow, which it be his wedding day
Friends they will be rounding up the wine
And I hope to god I get him out in time
Yours truly has no money, so I cannot pay the bail
The sheriff won’t believe me that the cheque is in the mail
I’m begging for their mercy, to show it if they may
And not let a bunch of roses ruin someone’s wedding day
Flowers will be lining up the aisle
And I hope to god I get him out in time
After much persuasion, in the end a nope
Time was running short so I got myself a rope
Tied one end to the window bars, the other to the train
And waited for the whistle-blow, which meant my friend’s escape
His sweetheart will be putting on her gown
And I hope to god I get him out in time
And as the train lurched on the line, jus then the sheriff
changed his mind and let my friend out with a slap on the wrist
With a crash the wall came down and through the dust I see the frown
Of the sheriff standing on the other side
They got me in a jail cell and that is where I stay
But I must go meet my darling when her train comes in today
She left me very sorry, many tears I cried
She comes back with my promise now that everything is fine
Her train enters the station after nine
And I hope to god someone gets me out in time
And I hope to god someone gets me out in time
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When I Was Old
04:58
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When I was old, in elementary school, on my way home
I put fruit in the road, watched it all explode
When I was old, I lit a plastic bag, it dripped down on
My hand, boy did that burn
When I was old, I stole all the change from on top of
The fridge, when to the corner store for candy and chips
No one has to know, pinkie-swear and cross you heart
Stick a needle- scout’s honor- on my mother’s soul
This story won’t be told
Now that I’m old and driving down that road, on my way home
I pick up some fruit at the grocery store
Now that I’m old and falling in live has quickly come and gone
It’s time to have kids- not before a divorce and an invitation
Card to my funeral
No one has to come, if I were you I wouldn’t go
Send your dear condolences on a travel card of
A beach in Mexico
No one has to come, if I were you I’d stay at home
Send your dear condolences on a travel card of
A beach in Mexico
The signs are pointing to home again
Run ‘til I’m losing my breath
I know the door would be open if I came right away
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The Wind Whistles Vancouver, British Columbia
Indie-folk duo/band that blend whimsical folk with floaty alternative rock, and champion DIY culture and (re)connection to nature.
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