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The Day You Came
02:55
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The Day You Came
White sails flicker on the horizon, like they have for days
A little bird told me winds are changing in curious ways
A feeling is stirring, things I never felt, I never thought
Everything changed the day you came
Everything changed the day you came
Now I’m so hungry, now I’m so sick
So filled with longing, you were that trick
Everything changed the day you came
Everything changed the day you—
Came….
Oh, if I had wings, I’d rise above this place
Oh, if I had wings, I’d rise above ----
Everything changed the day you came
Everything changed the day you came
Everything changed the day you came
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2. |
Donna Lee
04:00
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Donna Lee
Well, pass the jug, cut a rug,
She’s as cute as a junebug
Spin around like a waterbug
Staring at me like I’m some crud
Hey, man, what’s the plan
Where you going with that gun in your hand
Gonna shoot that darling Dan
Stuff his body in an oil can for
Donna Lee
Donna Lee
Takin me down piece by piece
I know she don’t love me
I do believe
She’ll come around
Eventually
She’ll come around
Hold on, it’s a bumpy ride
I didn’t get much sleep last night
Going out, running around
Head downtown in the moonlight
What do you do when the sun goes down
And the moon comes up
And its big and round
Coyote singing his lonely sound
Staring down the chamber
with one more round for
Donna Lee
Donna Lee
Takin me down piece by piece…
I know she don’t love me
I do believe
She’ll come around eventually
She’ll come around
Now the Battenkill ain’t no place to be
When the spring thaw comes
And the ice breaks free
Little bird singing tweedle-dee-dee
Staring at me from a sycamore tree
What do you do
When the sun comes down…
And the moon comes up
And It’s big and round
Coyote singing his lonely sound
Staring down the camber
With one more round for
Donna Lee
Donna Lee
Taking me down piece by piece
I know she don’t love me
But I do believe
She’ll come around
Eventually
Donna Lee…
Donna Lee
Taking me down piece by piece
I know she don’t love me
But I do believe
She’ll come around
Eventually
She’ll come around
She’ll come around
She’ll come around
She’ll come around
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3. |
D*Land
04:02
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D*Land
Her eyes are Prussian blue
she wears those wooden shoes
her hair catches the sun
hot chocolate-tasting tongue.
Her hot milk’s a delight
her apron snowy-white
her wimple catches fire,
she’s all that you desire
La la la la la la la ja
With Jaegermeister kiss
she’ll fuck you like a myth
but in her pretty house
there lives an eight-foot mouse
La la la la la la la la la
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4. |
D*Land (Radio Edit)
04:02
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5. |
The Ballad of Jillyboo
04:05
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The Ballad of Jillyboo
Is this something that you weren’t expecting
Ain’t I exactly what you were advertising
The cowboys are hot and the sun is high
I’ve got no gingham but I have some rye
What did you expect from a mail order bride
You bought my life but I have some pride
Not much education, but I’ve done the math
To carry your ego, it would break my back
It ain’t the rock that you’re holding steady
It fell from the mountain that we’re standing on
I may be a slut, but I have my pride
I’ll dance with your friends if you don’t empathize
What would you do with a mail order bride
What would you do with a mail order bride
What would you do with a mail order bride
Early in the morning
I first need a home if I’m to go home wreckin’
What rock do you think that you’re holding steady
I threw it so hard, threw it way up high
I hit a condor that was flying by
You got no right to go criticizing
The cowboys are hot and they need civilizing
You promised me chickens and a healthy cock
You may have a gun, but I’ve got this rock.
I’ve got no gingham but I have some rye
I may be a slut, but I have my pride
The desert is hot because the sun is high
I’ll dance with your friends in the bye and bye
In the bye and bye
In the bye and bye
In the bye and bye
Bye bye
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6. |
The Deep End
04:38
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The Deep End
Skip along the surface dear
Leave your cares behind
And your fears
They can wait another day
Sun is so high
Glitter on the waves
And it’s perfect
And we’re laughing
To the deep end
Dive in.
Here beneath the surface, dear
The light goes green and blue
Feel cool water rushing in
Let it surround you
All around you
And it’s perfect
And we’re laughing
To the deep end
I’m in.
And it’s perfect
And we’re laughing
To the deep end:
Dive in
Am I the only one out here
In this big, big lake?
Am I only treading water?
Oh, and it’s so late
And my arms ache
To the deep end:
Don’t wait
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7. |
Hello, Mary Margaret
03:13
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Hello, Mary Margaret
Nothing’s for sure
Step outside of your front door
There’s a new world can’t hold you
No one told you
There was more
You look great outside
Sun shines in your eyes
Flesh new and gleaming
You are teeming
With beautiful life
Why not live awhile
Since when did you go out of style
Why not suck the bottle dry
Before it sucks you dry
Of your whole life
Hello, Mary Margaret
Life’s too short for regret
Losers never try
Cross your heart and hope to die
Wave as you go by…
Like it’s the first day of your life
Hello, Mary Margaret
Life’s too short for regret
Losers never try
Cross your heart and hope to die
Hello, Mary Margaret
Life’s too short for regret
Losers never try
Cross your heart and hope to die
Who cares where we’re going
When there are grasses worth knowing
Rocks and trees and people, too
All of this
All you
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
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8. |
O-Rings
04:51
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O-Rings
I got my feet against the ground
I’m looking up
The sky is all alight with little clouds
Half of all America is watching
As the Challenger breaks up
And falls back to the ground
We all watch it on TV
As they launch a teacher
Into outer space
She’s so happy and she’s pretty
A big smile on her face
One big step for teachers
And for all the human race
Blasted cross the headlines
And gone without a trace
O Rings
It’s raining O-Rings
O Rings
It’s raining O-Rings
O-Rings
We’re all watching on the TV
Look at how they go
Outer space is waiting
News people don’t know
Is it dust across the sky
Those awful, squiggled lines
Is it dust across the sky
Those awful squiggled lies
Floating fancy smoke rings
The crowd begins to cry:
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Is it dust across the sky!
Those awful, squiggled lines!
Don’t forget the O-Rings!
Better check the O-Rings!
What the hell are O-Rings!
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The Predestination of Sarah Good
Father had money but any good it does me
They call me Goodwife while husbands have hastened my fall
When God favors money there’s no mercy under the law
I use my mean mouth against their spectral evidence
What do you do when you hate the idea you were born in
What do you do when you hate the idea you were born in
Predestine your church pew
Predestine your slaves
Predestine witching your wife
Predestine your 401k
I’m a beggar, a nuisance
I sleep in the park
While you forge the iron
to fence off the yard
What do you do when you hate the idea you were born in
What do you do when you hate the idea you were born in
You are not what you think you are
You are what we think you are!
You are not what you think you are
You are what we think you are!
Predestine your judgment
Predestine your way
No I’m not the witch who torments their house
I’m an apple that rots on the tree in their garden
What do you do when you hate the idea you were born in
What do you do when you hate the idea you were born in
I’m no more a witch than you’re a wizard
I’m no more a witch than you’re a wizard
I’m no more a witch than you’re a wizard
I’m no more
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10. |
Pickaxe
03:38
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Pickaxe
I got my mother up above
I filled my angry heart with love
My hands no longer bear
Splinters of despair
Where the pickaxe chafed
For want of a glove
I sent my last press release:
To the wires, broadcast my treatise.
Won’t someone see someone new in me?
‘Til the injection finally sets me free
Grant me reprieve
Sometimes a tool is just a tool;
The gift of breath a precious jewel
Slips thought my lips
Like the lies I sought to silence
When the only way to say I’m sorry
Is with violence
I got my mama up above
I filled my angry heart with love
My hands no longer bear
Splinters of despair
Where the pickaxe chafed
for want of a glove
(God, grant me reprieve)
I got my mama up above
I filled my angry heart with love
My hands no longer bear
Splinters of despair
Despair!
I got my mama up above
I filled my angry heart with love
My hands no longer bear
Splinters of despair
Despair!
Despair!
Despair!
Despair!
God, grant me reprieve!
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little hexes Portland, Oregon
:: Specialty Spells ::
:: love potions *
* car wrecks
jägermeister kiss
* :: cake mixes * *
sirens :: * * ::
* ugly face
:: * :: flower voyeur :: * ::
::: hierophants*::
hot chocolate-tasking tongue~~~
you don't need a doctor,
^^^you need a nurse *
*+++ persephone! * :: *
beehives
box hedges * :: *
wimple-fires^^^
> cactus man <
.. * ::: *
:: * bluebirds
:: suffers from blue in the heat of plenty
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