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Mind Pictures
03:49
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Followed the river late at night, you said I should put up a fight
Guess I took another turn, and guess I made it out alright
Made up a fire in your mind, caught a ride back into town
Drank from a well of endless wine, stuck in these days of endless time
Don’t say you’re sorry now, just stick around, we can work it all out
This night seemed so innocent and dark
It must be true, these mind pictures are full of you
Saw a mother giving birth, saw a seagull in the dirt
Saw the changing of the seasons, saw a man with endless thirst
I see the mountains all around, they tower up into the clouds
You say they look just like a painting, in which we could settle down
Don’t say you’re sorry now, just stick around, we can work it all out
This night seemed so innocent and dark
It must be true, these mind pictures are full of you
And away we go just like the birds, like the seagull in the dirt
Like the crows among the saviours, like the drifters on this earth
And away we go just like these words, scattered out and never heard
Like the sleepers and the dreamers, like the drifters on this earth
Don’t say you’re sorry now, just stick around, we can work it all out
This night seemed so innocent and dark
It must be true, these mind pictures are full of you
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2. |
Troubles and Lies
03:25
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My baby left me in the morning light
’cause I fell in love with troubles and lies
And the sorrow let out a wolf inside
Closing in on you with red and hungry eyes
So I took my pistol and picked up the trail
These strangled voices were poisoning my brain
And the lightning stormed on the desert sands
Forget what you said when you said ‘I won’t be seeing you around’
I don’t look back, but where am I supposed to look now
I don’t look back, darling
But what am I supposed to do my dear
Now you’re no longer here
My baby left me in the morning light
’cause I fell in love with troubles and lies
And I followed you to the end of the line
To the blackening meadow and the sky
That used to look so fine
Every goddamn time
Every goddamn time
I don’t look back, but where am I supposed to look now
I don’t look back, darling
But what am I supposed to do my dear
Now you’re no longer here
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3. |
New in Town
03:48
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Save me the rest of it
I won’t hear no more
Spare me the rest of your words
American gin doesn’t mix good with whisky
But I heard you’re new in town
I heard you’re new in town
Your head on my pillow
Was nothing I planned
I never invited you around
I’m watching your chest
Rising up, falling down
You’ve drifted away for a while
Drifted away for a while
The faintest of smells
From your lilac perfume
Makes its way out of the room
And I trace my hands
Down the rocks of your spine
I’d like to show you around
But for now I’m just
Watching your chest
Rising up, falling down
You’ve drifted away for a while
Drifted away for a while
American gin doesn’t mix good with whisky
But I heard you’re new in town
I heard you’re new in town
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4. |
Stolen Champagne
03:53
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Take your pills and light a cigarette
Let’s drive the length of the canyon
Does your mother know
What you’ve been doing lately
We left the bottles lined up in a row
And when we stepped outside the bar
The rain was pissing down
You said ‘do you have a place to go’
And now it’s four in the morning
We’re on the floor again with the radio playing
And spilled on the floor is the stolen champagne
And outside your window it is still the same
You tell me of your drunken dream
How it brought you thoughts of
Conversations you could have with me
Of your fatalism and of your intentions
Then you said you’d miss your train
And I did not recall at all
But judging by the look upon your face
Guess I’d be the one to blame
And four in the morning washed away in the rain
Lately I’ve been nothing but comfort in your pain
You catch me with your crooked smile
Your confidence and your ignorance
Makes me want to stay a little while
And forget all about my reckless manners
And outside your window it is still the same
And your eyes they bubble over like the stolen champagne
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Windowsill
04:46
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Another black dog sitting on your windowsill
And another evening in, with too much time to kill
Another innocent escape into your open arms
Another probable mistake, getting in my car
Driving the scenic road to you
Past the mansions on the hill
Where we made fools of all the suits
One Sunday afternoon
Now you turned up out of the blue
Like you always do
And you told me not to worry
But that’s all I ever do
Driving back to you
Driving back to you
Find me in my darkest hour
Lay me down and light my fire
We made a plan we would circumnavigate the globe
Things took a different turn, now we’re on that same old road
And this same old mistake is really getting old
But you just turned your head away from me
When I told you so
Driving back to you
Driving back to you
Find me in my darkest hour
Lay me down and light my fire
Now you’re right there in the corner of my waking eye
A million miles between us, and an ocean of lies
And the lines on your face, they give no hint of a smile
And on your kitchen table
Your lilies have died
Find me in my darkest hour
Lay me down and light my fire
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