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Change From the Rust
01:12
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2. |
The Other Side
02:39
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It’s what you didn’t say, you old prick
No one’s perfect
I wish they were
I need them to be
But they aren’t
And you're the last one
The last of the ball-busting blowhards
The first one to know and the first one to blow
I hope it won't die
That love in your eye
Yes, that love in your eye
Barfly
On the other side
It's that the world spins on, my friend
No one asked for this
I need to know
I never will
And I'm the last one
The last of the willowy sheep-wolves
The first one to sigh and the first one to lie
I hope you all cry
When I pass to the other side
I'm bankin' on wine and guitars
Up there in the stars
Red wine and guitars
Up there in the stars
It's why we lick boot, money-boss
No one loves you
For you
We wish you only pain
And live for the day
And you're the last one
The last of the dick-swinging dead-eyed
The first one to smile and the first one to kill
I hope you're perturbed
As we split your jaw against the curb
I'm talkin' bout a godless way to die
On the other side
A truly godless way to die
On the other side
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Deep in the loins of the night
The strangest holes bleed out weak light
They could feel a sad eye peeking in
Through the brambles the glow of a pin
In the forest
A world unto its own
Why the shaking
Of these roots
On this day
Hard-break waves on a rock-filled shore
The darkest rolls of a foamy swell
We could black out the pain like a pill
So the grays feel like color again
Salty mist
Coats my tongue
Why the holding
Onto this
For so long
Here atop the cold metal spire
The wind couldn't scream much higher
You could end the suffering some way
Be finally floating today
Smoke-filled lungs
Ancient puffs
Why the dreaming
Of your end
At this height
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4. |
Blue Hearts
01:23
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Paint portrait for Ray
Go through that Tupperware finally
Build something to hold
All of these things that would be better off sold
Purple stars in the sky
It’s the absence that will make you cry
Two hours on the road
Two more before we gotta go
Sing songs to a room
Spent half my life playin’ for ghosts and ghouls
Green waves in the field
Feels like my heart is gonna peel outta here
Will you tell the truth
For once, for once I’d like to hear it from you
Nobody will know
But to be frank, I think it already shows
Blue hearts on the phone
Are you romantic or are you just alone
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5. |
Oh, My Love
03:17
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My Rapunzel
Let down your hair for me
I must be seen with thee
This can be easy
Oh, the thunder
Stretch out your hands to me
Your ham hock hands to me
They crack so easily
We take turns holding our breath
Till there’s nothing left
Oh, my love
My Brida
Open your arms to me
Let me be kind to thee
This can be breezy
Oh, the fire
Strike out your flames at me
Your embers shower me
They look so pretty
We take turns flying the broom
All around the room
Oh, my love
My Valentina
Eyes made of satin dress
No need to pass the test
No need to please me
Oh, the willows
They rock so violently
A swaying but silent tree
Dreaming so sweetly
We take turns stealing the scene
But it’s never mean
Oh, my love
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6. |
Homeward Bound
07:45
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I'll sing the songs
You'll live my life
Way out in the mountains
Where I long to be
One day I’ll get there
Dine below the stars
Eat what I’ve killed
Blood-red wine
Give my love to the moon
Harbor no grudge
For ones on the road
For tickets out-sold
‘Cause I'm half old
And I won't be known
Build an outhouse commode
And die in the growth
Of a gnarled forest
In a mossy orifice
My body will lay
They’ll eat me away
It'll be the last show I’ll play
Last record to date
On the mountain’s grand stage
Nothing left to believe
Nothing left to concede
Just my heart on the breeze
A faint song at your knees
And you'll live my life
And I’ll say these things
Like “All those men
Writing songs of all
their dreaming”*
I told my mind “you’re dreaming”
He buried me today
It feels as if the curtain
The curtain has been drawn
The moon was far away
Yet it touched me cheek to cheek
I watched my heart abandon
Abandon me today
We rose up to a ridge
Twilight swept our eyes
Cleared cobwebs from the mind
Growing slowly over time
Since the child in us died
But now I’m laughing with the sky
All forever in the sky
All forever in the sky
* Quote is from “Come into the Water” by Mitski
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7. |
Diamond Fawn
05:02
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Quiet dawn
Light from a thriving sun
Hot little pricks of love
Warming the hardest ones
Rolling bay
Blues churning into gray
Thick in the choppy waves
Holding the oldest beings
Somber sky
So stern on the snowy high
Up here on this mountain’s side
Keeping warm this heart of mine
Oh…
Prying eye
Whites of a milky kind
Sheen of the wildest life
Watching the world go by
Desert lies
Thorns of a burning kind
Form blisters on any mind
But we're keeping the magic alive
Diamond fawn
Spots down to the cloven paw
I swim in your star-filled eyes
You are the gentlest kind
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8. |
Bring On the Rain
02:54
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9. |
Rust From the Change
02:34
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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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