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Lord Open Doors
03:00
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Lord open doors for me
Lead me tonight to a gate or a window
A pinhole through twilight
Show me another world, lift back my veil
Till the sources of shadows shine in my eyes
Lord build a bridge for me
Bear me across to the far banks of vapors, whispers and glimmers
Open my ears to confusions of tongues
Till the sounds and the meanings point me to you.
Lord launch a raft for me
Set me adrift in the streams of invention
Splatter me with fancy
Lead me to borders of phantom and shade
Till I wash up on far shores, salted and pale
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Texas Cow And Plow
02:22
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Texas plow, you saw through the field and I’m a sailor in overalls. Your blade sings shanties as you’re towed by my extra cow.
She mows the clover over there. I found her down in that meadow where I lost my hair.
Texas cow, you slosh through the mud with your pals, searching for that next virgin meadow. But it’s all trampled over - overturned by the Texas cow and plow.
Texas cow, rooting out that four leafed clover over there. Now, I’ve wished on a rabbit’s foot, and on a falling star. Just praying that we could gain a spot of rain, a spot of rain.
Texas cow, I spied you shivering, tentatively living a life just for giving milk or flesh, more or less. Texas cow.
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Suffering Soul
02:03
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Suffering soul, come to me
I’ll give you wine and good company
Whimpering child, take my hand
Take my blood and understand
(I’m your death, I’m your mother/lover
You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine forever)
Weakening heart, drink my strength
I offer body and supple flesh
Questioning mind, try my door
I’ve got the answers you’re looking for
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4. |
Lost In A Spacesuit
04:00
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I’m lost in a spacesuit
Bound by the speed of light
I’m bound for forever
Floating in endless night
Fare thee well Houston
I’m a starry-eyed wanderer
I’ve got no bearings to lose
Turning my head I see a speck that was a spaceship
Shrinking my vision of you
I’m tossed into midnight
Drifting to parts unknown
Five hours left of breathing
Five hours of thoughts of home
I hear the radio ask me how I’m feeling
Panic or sadness or awe
“I cannot tell you because it’s nobody’s business - nobody’s business at all”
I’m lost in a spacesuit
Bound by the speed of thought
I’m brains in a helmet
Counting the things I’ve lost
Campaigns and wars and religious ideologies
Raging away on that world
Now I’m a planet with a vanishing philosophy
Embers of something absurd
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Sasquatch Priest
03:27
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My cabin was cold that winter, so I hiked around a lot, for exercise and to gather wood.
Tromped through the snow all winter long
Heard lots of crackling branches, saw some strange shadows
Something was watching me. I heard awful howls at night...horrible rancid smells...and those hairs on the back of my neck.
I spun around in the late afternoon
And it was coming my way
My trigger tripped just as our eyes locked
And those eyes exploded into my mind
I ran, I ran, I stumbled, and I ran.
Tromped through the snow all the way to town
I had to ask forgiveness from Father Brown.
“I killed some kind of creature - it might have been a man.”
“Please don’t condemn me Father
I thought it was some kind of beast
But when I saw that expression
I knew I was gonna need a priest”
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6. |
El Dorado
01:46
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Two miles north of the intersection of State Highway 115 and County Road H9, there is a small town by the name of El Dorado. 200 people live in that town – 180 of them are over the age of 70. Most of them remember a time when kids weren’t so goddamn out of their minds. One night, a number of them were playing bingo when a very loud thunderstorm disrupted electricity. In the darkness, two of them fell in love, and had a baby. And the name of that baby was…
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7. |
Waiting For The Night
03:32
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I clutched my lucky charm
And made three wishes
I took the garbage out
And washed the dishes
I looked outside at the sky
The night was alive!
The stars were thick with gods
They beckoned to me
Voices from other worlds
Whispered discreetly
I washed my hands in my own blood
And then watched some TV
I brushed my teeth
And swore profanely
I called the neighbor’s dog
And howled insanely
I placed the mirror on the ground
And rose into the air
I’m flying! I’m flying! I’m flying!
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8. |
Robes Of Dirt
02:05
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Robes of dirt
Falling to the floor for a little while
Peeking at the nun for a little smile
Father Hank
Sneaking down the stairs for a little wine
Sure there’s still enough for communion time
Gentle words
Spoken in the code of a secret world
Hinting that the sister is a pretty girl
Tender hands
Fumbling in a hole that the humans dug
Staining robes and rolling on a dirty rug
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Ghosts Of Singing Castle
02:50
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13. |
Bring 'Er On Up
01:02
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Balkan village, misty night
Throwing darts and pounding shots
Just me and Sam and Brad
And our new comrade Vlad
He shot us a glance full of daggers
He billowed his cape in the air
A flash of a smile full of canines
I shook that monster’s hand
We drank a vial of blood
We drank some vodka too
It wasn’t very good
We frolicked through woods full of shadows
We danced with the bats and the wolves
We pissed into graves full of corpses
I stuck my head inside of a werewolf’s mouth
Let’s have a drink to our comrades
Let the blood flow with the wine
Let’s all meet under the table
And be sick, bloody sick!
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15. |
Crooked Road
03:33
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I called for my father
But it rang hollow and bare
I called for my mother
But that just hung in the air
I called for my brother
But he was no longer at home
I called for my sisters
But they have calls of their own
Lost my voice calling in the night
Found a road in the starlight
I turned on the radio
But the songs were brittle and sharp
I looked at a magazine
But the pictures were faded and dark
I tried on some trousers
But they were too scratchy and tight
I looked in the mirror
But somehow it didn’t look right
Stumbling down a crooked road
It ain’t all right, but it keeps on going
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16. |
Sleeping Howl
02:32
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Sleeping howl, thy prayer pleases him
Do we breathe, and call those near?
Sleeping howl, who brings our births
We sing
We sing, child, of those things
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17. |
Gave Up The Ghost
02:02
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