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Lost Keys [Mono]
01:02
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Take the truck down there in the heat of the day
You’ll find nobody has a question to ask
The house is board up and the lines are down
The roads are just mowed down grass
Only one reason why you make the trip
That’s the makes the best ‘shine
But there’s a wretched, winged, evil local
And he’s only got blood on his mind
When it comes time to pick your company
You best not pick your friends
And you best not go alone
Or you’ll be sure to find an end
You must keep your head and stay with your blood
Yes the only way to stay alive
Is to stay with the ones you love
Don’t you waste no time, dip that bucket down
Fill it til it overflows
Stay close to eachother with your eyes on the trees
Make sure no one is left alone
Walking up through the greenery
You might find some one not as lucky as you
Caught in the shadow of the wretched local
With no love ones to accompany him through
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Whetstone Moan [Mono]
03:18
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I show up at your window with a slight sepia tone
To give you the whetstone moan on your night alone
A ring can stop a leak but it won’t plug a hole
And it can’t chain away partners of the soul
I come around round round since the moon shown off your gown
I come around round round since the moon shown off your gown
Don’t you mind the shine
That comes from my grind
I take you down to the river with a bottle of wine
At the end of the night I’ll make sure that you’re mine
In the end you will be mine
I take you down to the dark coll river to be red by light
A big low moon throws shadows from the great willows height
And I was the one that should’ve stood beside you while you were donned in white
So I’ll give the whetstone moan by the end of the night
I come around round round since the moon shown off your gown
I come around round round since the moon shown off your gown
Don’t you mind the shine
That comes from my grind
I take you down to the river with a bottle of wine
At the end of the night I’ll make sure that you’re mine
In the end you will be mine
The red dawn come and shine upon me alone
As I take a seat upon the cobble stones
The fuzz come around and ask me where she’d gone
As they notice my bloody blade and soaked through clothes
I said
I come around round round since the moon shown off her gown
I come around round round since the moon shown off her gown
Don’t you mind the shine
That comes from my grind
I took her down to the river with a bottle of wine
At the end of the night I’ll made sure she was mine
In the end she was mine
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Avery was a smart young lad when he came to Alba Mons
Quickly setting up a new life and exploring the grounds
Among all the beauty, he found he was deceived
There was a mean old giant who controlled society
The giant put him to work at the rope store in town
For the previous owner had been hung for speaking out
Avery took to ropemaking and had not one complaint
For he had a plan for freedom from this awful state
Whoa, Whoa he’d never known such a tyrant
whoa whoa avery and the giant
Avery found that making rope was quite a cinch
But when people came by the store, he never sold an inch
Saying he was sold out or still learning the trade
With him still being new they all bought the charade
Working both day and night for about a month
He looked at all his bundles and knew he had enough
When the giant was napping all he did was tie him down
And if you visit there today there’s big bleached bones still all around
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All I hear
All I hear
All I hear is it breathing and two sparrows in the bush
I can hear it as it summons me and I can’t help but take a look
Something in me tries to hold me back so I have to give myself a push
But I find myself alone after giving into the rush
All I smell
All I smell
All I smell are the leaves and the foul scent of death
My nose nerves tingle like from an onion freshly undressed
It must be the fog that conceals the pest
For I become more delirious and dizzy with every breath
All I feel
All I feel
All I feel is the numbness as it begins to settle in
I feel the pain of distant drums as I fall upon my chin
And there is no warmth of blood escaping its streams within
But there is a cold hand to turn me over to make certain that I’ve lived
All I see
All I see
All I see is a blue orb hovering and a silhouetted face
The light is nearly blinding so no features can I trace
Next thing I remember is returning to my place
Everyone was worried waiting because I’d been gone... for days
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I lost my fear when I lost connection
Beneath the edge of a knife
I started my adventure
With the act of levitation
But they brought me back to the building’s lights
It was more than a dream
It was an open chest revelation
And now I know there’s more than what there seems
To what we call a life
I did not feel like I knew my own reflection
When I glance at my shell as I passed
There was no thought of a correct direction
No limitations attached
It was just a gleam
An open chest revelation
Showing me what it really means
To be breathing and alive
Now I’ve lost my faith in the popular translation
Of life and it’s so called “facts”
So if this should come again, I want there to be no questions
Do not bring me back
I’ve known nothing so serene
As my open chest revelation
I know what it really means
To be alive
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Whenever you visit, you bring monsters
I find them around after you leave
Thanks to our bloodlines, our shadows don’t agree
This is how they show us they still grieve
The first time you left the chupacabra
He made art out of my hens
I found a tuft of hair to give you on your return
Now I know he’ll come back but I don’t know when
Next time I found a Yeti in the garden
Sleeping in my daffodils
I jabbed him awake and said he couldn’t rest for free
Handed him a hoe and told him to till
Once a troll tried to kill me
Took me by the neck and started to squeeze
But my shadow would not permit it and told the troll to quit it
Our suffering puts them at ease
And so I’ll ask you not to come back
When our eyes meet it makes our shadows green
For one day they’ll end us both for they’re fickle and they’re bored
And how I long for the serene
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When finally I came to, I was far from the wreck at the grove
I was at the crematorium with the man running the stove
I reached out to grab the man who’s work kept him so trim
But when my hand met his shoulder I just passed through him
Then I noticed the guest list as I began to turn
And the ring in the dust where they had placed the urn
It had finally happened yes I had finally met my end
Doomed to roam the earth until time started up again
I made my home to give one last goodbye
But I heard a cry of terror at the old Stanley place as I was walking by
Now they say that place is haunted and they say it kinda soft
Careful so the spirits don’t move from loft to loft
Seeing as I could go unnoticed, I thought I’d check in
Since those Stanley folks had been as close as kin
When I walked in I couldn’t believe what I saw
Two specters had Mrs. Stanley frightened and huddled ‘gainst the wall
They were the spirits of two thieves, who had died in jail
And buried in the cemetery when winter’s air got stale
They looked at me in amazement when I told them to get lost
Or they would be sorry our paths had ever crossed
They both laughed loud and said “Ghosts can’t do each other harm”
And to prove it one walked up and stuck his hand through my arm
It was then I threw a punch to double check his test
And my fist had landed hard on his face as if it was still flesh
Then the other attacked but it was all in vain
And soon they were scared off from the beating I had laid
Then I started to wonder why I was so differently made
And realized they were buried and I released by the flame
There must be something special about a fire after death
Instead of wasting good space for an eternity's rest
So if you’re some lowly dirt muncher haunting those who can’t defend
Know that I’m the ghost ghost’s fear the most and you best not test the trend
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Lounge Strange [Mono]
01:18
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And so it looks like I had your keys the whole time
I guess that it means this is the end
If you’re ever in this part of town
I hope you visit Lounge Strange again
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Jeremiah Craig Boston, Massachusetts
I write stories with my songs and focus on traditional folk ballads as a foundation for my music. I’m a balladeer! If you like stories in the music you listen to, you’ve definitely come to the right place.
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