1. |
Always Be Behind
02:18
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Little jaw
Where the mouth used to be
Broken law
Where the truth was before
The words I say
Are always too in line
Ain’t that the way
I’ll always be behind
I’ll always be behind
I woke up today
With a pain in my hand
I twist my wrist
And watch it roll
I ain’t got no soul
I’m just a man killing time
And I’ll always be behind
I’ll always be behind
So stop the car
Stop it right on down the road
I will walk from here
My fate, it ain’t that far
I got stubborn legs
Where my good ones used to be
Oh it’s such a breeze
When you’ll always be behind
Hell I’ll always be behind
I’ll always be behind
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2. |
Wake Up In The Morning
01:50
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Wake up in the morning
Smoke stuck to my chin
Beer and every wine and every spirit in my skin
Someone lying near me
Sighing softly in the dim
I look far in the mirror down into my very soul
It smiles and oh it shivers
With a quiet little grin
I look past the mirror, the morning whispers of my sin
I walk outside the bedroom
A chamber just for me
People in the sunlight feel so strange to me
Night falls in a hurry
Dark swings like an axe
Of beer and every wine and everyone and everything
Dreams pass in the bar room
They drip from mouth to mouth
Love swims in the wino, young hearts filled to the brim
I gaze into my lover
I feel a sense of me
Of beer and every wine and every numb and something, everything
Wake up in the morning
Smoke stuck to my chin
Beer and every wine and every spirit in my skin
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3. |
Harry Heart Of Gold
01:52
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Harry with a heart of gold
Extracted from his weathered hands
A piece of china shaped into a bull
He gave it to a girl he knew
And she took to him out the blue
So goes the way of Harry heart of gold
With wild hair and easy eyes
A broken lip and smoky sighs
He’d make you be a fool for his cool
But you could never be mad
He’d always make you feel less sad
His heart of gold was up there with the sun
One time I fell upon my head
Broke the skin, the blood had fled
There was no one there to save me I could see
But Harry showed up drunk as hell
And carried my ass up the stairs
And turns out it was just a little scratch
He had a way of trickin’ you
Into never bein’ blue
Throwin’ empty seeds into the wind
He even had a child, he said
He left in Massachuse, he said
And nothin’ made him sadder, oh he said
But now he’s gone up the stairs
The girls who loved him shed the tears
And the sun never shone as bright again
But I’ll remember Harry, yes
For all he was, and that he ain’t
Cause’ baby, he was such a pretty fool
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4. |
Sorrow Song
02:22
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Every day I wander far
Every night I wonder why
Worlds of darkness in my eyes
Wicked thoughts and sorrows high
Every day I travel there
Every night I swallow air
Thick and filled with sadness, I
Wander where my heart will die
Every day I think the thought
Every night I take them all
In their sleep and in their dreams
Lovers all are wont to me
So heed my words, believe my swear
Gravity will take you there
Down into depths we lay
Bodies in the forests sway
Every day I travel far
Every night I wonder why
Worlds of darkness in my eyes
Wicked thoughts and sorrows high
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5. |
Devil Song II
02:40
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Fire spoke to me one night
Years ago, when I was young
Sittin’ in the woods with a couple of friends
It told me of the world ahead
Lots of crying, people dead
And everything red and full of flame
I put it away, to this day
And when we went to sleep that night
We put out the fire with our piss
But in the night, my friend he saw
A strange light and heard a man’s words
He would never forget
In the mornin’, we laughed and joked
And walked from those old woods
And didn’t see each other for a while
It was only yesterday I heard
What had happened that night
My friend was cryin’ on the phone
It took me back to a simpler time
At only about half past nine
When we were so fresh and full of life
I still don’t know what that man said
But I think it wasn’t good
And I just hope it wasn’t the devil himself
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6. |
Only In The Dream
03:22
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My love is only in the dream
My ears cracked and without seam
My heart is only in the dream
My clothes teared and once belonged to me
My soul is only in the dream
My jeans worn on him behind the mirror
My face is only in the dream
My lips worn on mouths across the sea
My love is only in the dream
My ears cracked and without seam
My heart is only in the dream
My clothes teared and once belonged to me
My soul is only in the dream
My jeans worn on him behind the mirror
My face is only in the dream
My lips worn on mouths across the sea
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Wanderin' Girl
03:25
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She’s on her way up north
Through the rocks and wooden valleys
She has the wildest hair
That she cut before she left
Waves of the country live in her eyes
She follows them lest she dies
She can have me
Anytime she wants to
But she who has wandered far
To the Redwoods and Big Sur
Now she speaks the forest tongue
Deep inside her gut
Oh, how I wish to be upon her
Every wind reminds me of her
But she’s on her way up there
Under sun and moon a wanderin'
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8. |
The Condition
03:31
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I kept a boy in my closet
To take the pain away
Of being a man
So I could live like him
I fought a man half my size
To keep my pride
If words could kill, I’d change the ones
That took my life away
I felt my love was dying
So I wrote a song for it
I felt my hands get wiser
And I learned from them
I kept a skin under my bed
I would wear when things were bad
But now I don’t fight
When it rains, it pours, it rolls away
It rolls away
If my heart was strung on a spool
If I could never be a fool
The heartache I will always feel
If it’d only make me blue
I kept my mind for life’s sake
I gave my love for her sake
I feel my bones get older
Each and every day
I kept a boy in my closet
To take the pain away
So I could live like him
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Paul Bergmann New Haven, Connecticut
In his relentless oeuvre-building, Paul has amassed an especially articulate kind of existentialism: what it means to persist, and to create, in a world which dies in the near distance. In No Masters in Paradise, the form of the songwriter’s ballad, in the hands of an expert, is turned inward for comfort, resisting the base lure of worldly approval. ... more
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