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Roland was a man
On a free kick with the band
And I hate to call, call him out
On what he's made of
Jamie was the sad one
With a pulse for cool abandon
All the stones are waiting
All the diamond-encrusted curses too
And I hate to call, call him out
And I hate to hear, hear her pound
On the hood, in the rust, in the glass
When there ain't nothin' left in his hands
Roland was on time
And Jamie was the dime
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Ghost Fingers
03:03
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Walk on through the sacred fair
Pearly fingers in your hair
Looking for a taken soul
Who cannot cry
Walk on the trail of the weeping girl
Scattered deep inside the earth
Ashes of the factory fire
Got red-eyed country mystics keeping score
She comes out from the hollow hill
Softly asks you if you will
Let her play your black guitar
'Cause she is tired
Of the moaning of the dead
Sleep on your pillow made of stone
Whispers of a demon war
Seep right through the smallest pore
Of murdered time
And there ain't no time
She just hides it all
In the dead man's frozen mound
And the old wind knows
Of the hollowed shoes
And your hands stay cold tonight
When you wake outside of the dream
All the ghosts have gone to sleep
Drunk like children on the ground
On honey wine, forever sleep
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House of Islands
03:42
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It looked like I was leaving town again
But then I chose to wear your crown
I'll find a story in this town again
To hold me down that way
And in the canyons of your cocaine eyes
I fell down, that's where I made my bed
Without a lover or a fam'ly name
No silver dollar carousels
Ain't no surprise
And it ain't no burden
In the house of islands
Islands
A roller derby dream of death unmatched
The type of death that passes time
You know I find the strength to call it home
In conversation too
Ain't no surprise
And it ain't no burden
In the house of islands
Islands
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Icehouse
06:37
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Awhile watching lovers clean
Awhile in the charge of greed
Surrounding the poems
That they run to
And they have treaded lightly
Yes they've proved that inspiring
In the crux of the curse
Of the deepest rest
And what do the doctors say?
Did the freaks call out lovers' names?
In the dirt and in the pools
Where lovers weep
Where they swear, they swear so high
High enough, high too keep red the sky
Heard of glue, heart of jury and stone
Hard enough, hard to leave it alone
Awhile in the strength of strings
The ghost of many things
In the golden white breath
Of a dream
They call and they swim beside
The Icehouse in the sky
A soul of many small wars
and restless peace.
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The Days
02:58
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I went to Queenie girl
She was standing in Decatur Square
No I couldn't leave her there
I had Marty call the bar
Heard him ask her who the dj was
Told me I was the only one
Keep it on the ground, keep it 25 babe
Take it on the chin till the end of all my
Days, oh the days that are gone
Leaving nothing to pin me on
She had tequila at the bar
A double barrel in the cold and raw
In the grip of Bobby's jaw
I had Marty call the bank
He could roll it with the best around
Running me right out of town
Keep it on the ground, keep it 25 babe
Take it on the chin till the end of all my
Days, oh the days that are gone
Leaving no one to call me out
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Waco
06:31
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Hold still, I won't disturb your madness
Teeming with the heart-weak sounds of Iris
She comes with the fury of a horsebite
Idle hands see
Waco and the god who rests at sundown
Wild with the noble guise of freedom
He comes in a rusted Chevy, red-eyed
Paper mouth bleeds
She calls him king
Cries when you sing
The days glow in dust
Empires in their glory in the blackness
She cries one word, "Follow"
Sin breeds in the wake of those wander
Stoned child in reigns
Waco and the jury of your hard mind
Shells of sacrifice and silver dome lights
You sit and the god collects his bounty
Locking the gates
Locking the gates
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Just a Few Days of Rita
03:10
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Clementine, I don't mind
When you play charades
Down the main line
But the truth fades with just a few days of Rita
If it's all part of the damage
And there's no compassion
And it's a man's last ditch
Give me one song and just a few days of Rita
Just a couple of ladies breaking even
Just a sight of the sad score called in time
A couple bites of grapefruit in the cantina
Just a little love lost on the side
I know you just gotta find it
Some kinda reason
To give it all, all away
To give the jury of your hard mind to Rita
Just couple of ideas in the cabana
Just a wink of her ethos hanging high
Just a couple of bargains left to come to
Just a touch of mystery in your life
Clementine, I don't mind
When you play charades
Down the main line
But the truth fades with just a few Days of Rita
But the truth fades with just a few Days of Rita
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Crocodile Tears
04:56
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Eyes that lied from afar
Eyes that never really glimmered like stars
I guess I was crazy to take it from Iris Divine
Lips that smiled
Upturned with guilt
Finely spun outta danger and silk
And words that rolled down to the ocean and I followed each time
I'm stealing away
So far from your tears babe
Hate to leave you alone
With those eyes just lyin' in the sun
And never for me
Her eyes stare
Out Charleston glass
Well at least now they'll tell you the truth
And in their reflection a thousand white summers gone dark
We went down
Sunday eve
Just to see all the riverboats leave
As if it weren't hard
But it's so hard when you're kissing the shore
That she don't see anymore
Tell her I ain't coming back again
'Cause my heart, pretty Iris, won't mend
I'm stealing away
So far from your tears babe
Hate to leave you alone
With those eyes just lyin' in the sun
And never for me
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Famous Wynn
03:21
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The embers of my aging bed
Searing circles in my head
Oh the silver screen my friend
I will love till the end
Paint it bluer than the day
Can ya paint my cares away
Heavy charms like Martha's grave
What a price I had to pay
Oh somewhere in the Evening Star Hotel room
The prisoner of the night
Watches '68 flow whitely down the line
I am a stupid child at heart
Chasing simple cherry tarts
But the silver screen my friend,
She is smart
Shining bright in the dark
Endless dark
Endless dark
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Freddy licks the sun off the table
Good and clean, good and clean
He's on a little vacation and he feels like doing time
With a smile like a mime
Like a mime
Grew up drinking rainbows from a gun
Under the green, having learned how to run
With a heart like glue
Glue
Screaming for dad, screams into a dirty glass
Screaming mad, screaming mad
With his silver eyes, roving like a lunar machine
Do you know what I mean?
Well I just don't think Freddy's having fun anymore
Counting unshuffled cards on a hardwood floor
Floor
And he just keeps counting
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Queenie Coma, Star Majoris
You can't hide me now
A virgin sister from Easter Village
Queen of all we see
Ripe for taking, hand and chain of
Kings and forest speak
Prod the curtain, find me fight me
Sing your way to him
Dip your fist in water
Down the cave of mind
Kiss the iv'ry tombstone
And all the men behind ya
Holy letters branded
By the bleach of time
Prayers of Father Crimson
Pinned into the smoke
Pinned into the smoke
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Some ride up North
And some ride West
But I ride to the ocean
On wheels of gold
A stolen steed
But he and I have good intentions
Those dreary nights
How Roland howls
And the jukebox girls are all aglow
We leave by dawn
And joke about
All the brass buttons that we wore
Oh , in a time before
I don't know how I'd fly
If not for your wheels of gold
Why I'd fall from the sky
If not for your wheels of gold
Get me to Kato's Peak
On your trusted wheels of gold
Yours is the only hand I seek
Hold me to the open shore
And when the cream
Atop the hills
Dissolves so still and tender
Should you stay too still
My restless feet and mind will help you to remember
Oh, remember
I don't know how I'd fly
If not for your wheels of gold
Why I'd fall from the sky
If not for your wheels of gold
Get me to Kato's Peak
On your trusted wheels of gold
Yours is the only hand I seek
Hold me to the open shore
Echoes at the target wall (If not for your wheels of gold)
Go and light it when it falls (If not for your wheels of gold)
Kick the ruins towards the beach (If not for your wheels of gold)
Yours is the only hand I seek
If not for your wheels of gold
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Doolittle Family Brooklyn, New York
The five members of Doolittle Family deal in derby-dream psychedelix and vocal harmonies, wheeling through the beachly ruins and badlands of pop.
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