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Shaking Bones
03:42
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When you see me coming, I hope you start to shake
Cause every bone in your body is just waiting to break
I’ve been timid and I’ve been too kind
But don’t you think that means you can get away with it this time….
You think I don’t know you? Think I don’t know what you did?
Think your sugar sweet demeanor can keep your motives hid?
Every man in this town will know your sin, they’ll see your soiled soul
As soon as they hear the eerie sound when that death knell starts to toll
I know you think you’ve clever, think you can get away
Cause those lawyers in the courthouse, they know just which words to say
But I don’t need no policeman to tell you you’ve been served
Ain’t a lawman in this whole wide world could give you what you deserve
So when you see me coming, I hope you start to shake
Cause every bone in your body is just waiting to break
I’ve been timid and I’ve been too kind
But don’t you think that means you can get away with it this time….
My uncle’s got a preacher man, says I don’t need to worry about you
Says the lord up in heaven, he knows just what to do
But I’ve tried my hardest and Father I must confess
I think I have found the Lord in a pretty girl’s caress
Now I’ve seen the beauty that this sweet old world has wrought
But when I asked the Lord for vengeance I never found what I sought
So I don’t need to tell you that the Lord ain’t my friend
And anyway he wouldn’t approve of my means to your end….
So when you see me coming, I hope you start to shake
Cause every bone in your body is just waiting to break
I’ve been timid and I’ve been too kind
But don’t you think that means you can get away with it this time.
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2. |
Those Days
03:45
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Remember when I told you making love was like coming home
I could feel the way you touched me all the way in my bones
I'd give up the whole world just to be with you alone
Pretending we were already grown
Remember when I told you that I had to look away
From the look in your eyes when you were calling me babe
Miles and miles between us, but you whispered just be brave
Cause there wasn't nothing our love couldn't save
Hey, hey remember those days
You and me caught up in a love sick craze
Everybody said it was just a phase
I guess there's something to that stupid old phrase.
Remember when I screamed so loud the whole block could hear
And later I forgot it all in a big glass of beer
You just shut down behind your steel walls
Said you couldn't love me 'cause you couldn't feel at all
Remember when I told you that I'd love you until the end
And even if we didn't make it, well we'd still be friends
I hope to God I wasn't playing pretend
But some love's just a big old dead end
Hey, hey remember those days
You and me caught up in a love sick craze
Everybody said it was just a phase
I guess there's something to that stupid old phrase
I guess there's something to that stupid old phrase.
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3. |
Los Alamos
02:56
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I thought I could be Nikola Tesla
controlling electromagnetic waves
But I was just a loser in a lightning storm
thinking that holding on to metal was brave.
I thought I could be Alan Turing
and you were just an elaborate code
But you were made from strange patterns
that weren’t any that I know.
I thought I could be John Donne
with a love so great it was divine
but then I read his other works
and eternal love we did not find.
I thought I could be Joss Whedon
and against evil we would fight
But I realized I’d have to be crazy
and you would have to die.
I thought I could be Karl Marx
and lead your proletarian thoughts to freedom
But I was just a theorist
and I could not lead them.
I thought I could be Rorschach
making sense of the blots,
but I tore those tests to pieces
when I finally saw your thoughts.
I thought I could be a lot of things
I thought that I could save you
And though I had lots of pretty dreams
only some of them came true.
I am not a physicist
a genius or a theorist
After you I’m less a dreamer
You made me a realist.
The synapses in your brain
are an amateur firework show
I was drawn to the pretty lights
but you’re dangerous, I know.
I’m not looking for an explosion,
so I’m leaving Los Alamos
so when I see the mushroom cloud
I won’t be haunted by your ghost.
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4. |
Swing Low
03:54
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5. |
The Losing
03:57
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6. |
Better in The Morning
03:55
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