1. |
Stomp The Ashes
03:34
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Soil shakes
And old winds blow
Something is moving down below
Burning lakes
Offer shelter from the storm
Kings of wealth
Cast your crowns to the ground
Open your mouth
Release the burden
Release the sound
Whispering pines
They aren't speaking any names
Face the light
Throw your back to the flames
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2. |
Loser Drunk
03:49
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There's a loser drunk in a dusty bar in an avenue
And it's named for a mountain town
Where all the gentlemen drink at the bar
There's a loser drunk with an empty glass on a table top
And he's stained with self regret
While al the cool kids
Drink in their cars
You'd never know but he had a purpose
You'd never know but he had a gift
There's a loser drunk in a motel room with a woman
Who charges by the hour
If she has a name
She doesn't share it
There's a loser drunk in the bathroom stall of a restaurant
But he isn't dreaming
The door says gentlemen
I think it's wrong this time
You'd never know but he had a purpose
You'd never know but he had a gift
There's a loser drunk in the winter ground
I tell ya kids that's where he wants to be
Maybe we only drink so much
Just to kill that time
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3. |
River City Blues
04:11
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I saw a light
Our city was burning down
The wolves chase the children
They howl just to wake you up
I heard a sound
A whisper of water
That tired old river
Swears she's gonna get back home
I met a girl
She's crying in the street
She says
The buildings are tipping, boy we need to hold them up
All the skeletons in the street
Are selling their meat
Just to make that dime
I hear villains from my bed
They killed an angel on the golf course
Before her time
So I took a step
Towards all my emptiness
As my drunk feet hit the pavement
In 4/4 time
There I met a man
Tired and hollow
He said
"Some day you're gonna get yours, and I'll get mine"
So I drew a breath
A shallow yet selfish breath
Because I haven't feared death
Since the day Josh Roberts died
All the skeletons in the street
Are selling their meat
Just to make that time
I hear villains from my bed
They killed an angel on the golf course
Before her time
Now I'm in a crowd
The people are singing out loud
They're screaming
"You call this gospel, we call it song!"
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4. |
Chorus of Crows
05:09
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There's a bandage of red that I keep in the sink
For I break every bottle I drink
I would rather these cuts
Then be caught in a lie
Or remember the days gone by
This wine keeps me writing
This whisky insane
As I carve all the thoughts from my brain
This bottle of pills that was once nearly filled
Like my heart it now lies much the same
This chorus of crows sing holy ghost
They beg for my tongue and my eyes
I will offer them up, return to my cup
As they feed on my disguise
This broken old man remains
A tapestry of empty veins
To all the lovers that I can't recall
Oh my sweetest doves, I've failed you all
Sweet ladies of spring
With your fingers of rings
Lord knows that I've loved one or two
As my memories dry
You return to the sky
Soon I'll be forgetting you too
This cold set of strings replaces my friends
That I lost in this panic and drought
Still I open my eyes, fall back in surprise
Of the sin that crawls out of my mouth
This chorus of crows sing holy ghost
They beg for my tongue and my eyes
I will offer them up, return to my cup
As they feed on my disguise
This broken old man remains
A tapestry of empty veins
To all the lovers that I can't recall
Oh my sweetest doves, I've failed you all
Devil, secure your aim
For it's this bottle
That infects my brain
To all the lovers that I can't recall
Oh my sweetest doves, I've failed you all
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5. |
Broken Anchors
02:29
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I am walking like a ghost on this crooked highway
Knees torn out of my jeans
I hear the cries of a thousand lonely red eyed drunk
I know exactly what they mean
"Somebody pass me a bottle" I heard someone say
I grip my prison tight
I feel my heart start to tremble
As it tears through my mouth
I answered in the night
Oh my god
Your face is exactly what I need
Now I'm standing on the bottom of this lonesome ocean
Broken anchors at my feet
I keep a special place in my personal hell
For all the traitors that I meet
I kick the stones chew the bones oh I say a little prayer
For the ones who came before
I count my blessings swimming towards the surface
I ain't welcome here no more
Oh my god
Your face is exactly what I need
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6. |
Mexican Train
04:05
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There's a girl in a four dollar coat
She's playing a guitar and she's singing a song she wrote
It's a song about drinking all day
And the blood on the hands of the government men we pay
Then she laughed just like a mexican train
But her voice is like a god damned rat spitting out names
She calls me an ugly machine
I say the wine in your glass is no better than the wine on my jeans
Her demeanor is coarse at first
She says I'll take what I can get as long as it kills the thirst
Then she says I'll take one more
We trade in our wine on some rye
She says "you'll never get a tear out of me hell I'd love you to try"
So I ask "hey have you ever been down"
She turns it around and says "silly boy take off your crown"
Then she laughed just like a mexican train
But her voice is like a god damned rat spitting out names
There's a girl in a four dollar coat
She's playing a guitar and singing a song she wrote
It's a song about drinking with me
About a silly boy wearing a crown with wine on his jeans
Then I say, won't you play, one more
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7. |
Belly of Fire
04:33
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Dear eye of the storm
Your body is broken
Your clothes are all worn
Catch your breath, move again
Sweet comfort of lies
How I'd love to trade in these poet eyes
No last chance, no more words
Sirens calling me down
They paint up my face like some fucking clown
Change my name
Steal my worth
Brown bottles to lips
How I hate to acknowledge your meaningless kiss
Drown the dream
Calm the curse
Count the holes in my hands
Teach me the things that I can't understand
We'll fall asleep in this fold
Great belly of fire
They called me a fake and a cheat and a liar
I've broken more hearts than these sad country songs
Dear eye of the storm
Your body is broken your clothes are all worn
Catch your breath
Move again
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8. |
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So this is what you've always wanted
No reply as I fill my cup
Grace and patience they once filled this bottle
I guess heaven ain't made for sinners like us
I've been playing so long that my knees are sore
And my hands are cramping
I get nothing not even a touch
Spend my drunken days screaming at the sky
And if it rained I'd probably drown
Oh my brothers my friends
I wouldn't mind much
I've been cursing your name for years now
While still praising it under my breath
You took so much when you left me
When are you coming back for this rope that you broke
My cup holds promise's broken and wet
With weary brain I drink to forget
There's a liar on the TV screen
He says your time is coming
Let it come brother, let it come
Have I told you lately I love you
And I need you to carry me home
I've been without your graces for so long now
Your touch is all I've ever known
Heaven knows
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9. |
Floods
02:11
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Oh save
Save everything you can
Oh won't you save
Save everything you can
Oh love the waters rising
And we don't have much time
We're gonna bathe
With all of this broken glass
We're gonna bathe
With all of these bodies floating past
Oh love the waters rising
And we don't have much time
We're gonna bath
Oh won't you pray
Pray to any god you choose
Oh won't you pray
Pray to any god you choose
Because they know where we dwell
And I'll see you all in hell
We're gonna bathe
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10. |
Black and Tan
05:25
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Take the boots
From your mothers house
They come out black
And her not at all
In Galway Bay, Father Griffin lay
His body burned in a Barna bog
What say you of these black and tans?
In Cook you can catch a bullet
With pocketed hands
Take the boots
From your mothers house
With wolves to your front
And trumpets at your back
Albeit darkened streets
In back rooms we meet
No songs of freedom
Brother that's just a work
On that November day
We shot down the cafe gang
We served them well
Secured our place in hell
What say you of these black and tans?
In Cook you can catch a bullet
With pocketed hands
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Fire Next Time Edmonton, Alberta
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