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Daughter Down

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If I had only one, one more day to live I’d sit in the sun and trace my fingertips around everyone Every heart that ever lost and found me I’d sleep in the shade I’d watch my mother make her pink lemonade While my father gives the garden a spray And I’d look at how his face had weathered His life’s been tethered [CHORUS:] Down, like a stone, like a nailed shut window waiting for a storm For a hope, for a hand to come and cut the rope away Oh, will I ever be that brave if I had one more day I’d eat some ice cream Lick the bowl ‘til it was perfectly clean Have one last hurrah on the old tire swing Dip my toes in as I cross the water Only daughter [REPEAT CHORUS] Down like a stone, like a nailed shut window waiting for a storm For a kiss, for a second chance to feel

Storm Windows

JOHN PRINE "Storm Windows"
I can hear the wheels of the automobiles So far away - just moving along through the drifting snow It's times like these when the temperatures freeze I sit alone just looking at the world through a storm window And down on the beach - the sandman sleeps Time don't fly - it bounds and leaps And a country band that plays for keeps They play it so slow Chorus: Don't let your baby down Don't let your baby down Don't let your baby down Well, the spirits were high 'til the well went dry For so long the raven at my window was only a crow I bought the rights to the inside fights And watched a man just beating his hand against a storm window While miles away o'er hills and streams A candle burns - A witch's dreams And silence is golden till it screams Right through your bones Repeat Chorus: Storm windows - Gee but I'm getting old Storm window - keep away the cold Don't let your baby down Don't let your baby down Don't let your baby down

Garbage

AESOP ROCK "Float"
The ritual goes, same window different visual. Wing of wax, or wing of gold leaf Choose one. Float or plummet 20 thousand cold leagues My nourishment's provided in the summer So that I wonder How y'all chasin' dreams when most tangibles still outruns ya Hail dirty doll immaculate performance Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what I born at Cut and paste alertness to current set is provided quick Shimmy the pirate ship mast, spot the islands on the sovereign in her bow Facing, let's salute the embrace pertinent generals who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles. Flirtin' with a serpent workin' overtime Drain the battery, siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery. I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens. Yeah, an it ain't exactly plush pickin's I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one. Snake bite Breath too heavy to hold. Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it. Ran for the sake of dead click stripped of idyllic image Steal a sloppy earth meal feed my pottery wheel to model colossal vision Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies 'Til the cloud burst Honor and a loud thirst submersed in a trap Little drummer boy vs. thunderclap In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand. No enigma, an attempt to bury the hatchet Rendered me victim of deviltry plus wounded like stigmatics Somethin's somethin hazardous I smell an inch of difference in this mornin's pollution pistons and how the loose ends drift in My sour patch institutions slipped in amidst the invaders and, Pardon my tone but, This garden's grown fuckin' acres since my visit. Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard to that chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it. It's the carnival, have you any sweets for my weary kin It's the carnival, have you any feed for my cheery grin It's the carnival, welcome, play our games you'll never win Coz it's that carnival where every freak show spectacle's your friend. An' I'm a, Ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas Antifreeze to glacier cookin' a look of fiery nature It's the, Ceilin' feelin' too heavy to bless the I-beams for a fraction more collapse (I left sorry) that to your door. Bitchin' my back to hell's kitchen, back Burnin' murder machinery, released regardless of the pardons Hitchin my life to the leash of one minstrel Sick of same window different visual Same agnostic hostage different ritual Play, cooperative supercolony clash (I heard we have a dust collection - let me see it) Ooh, I duel this underdog verse forced adaption to the marbles of the now Since then my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground. In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand. The ritual goes, same window different visual. The ritual is same fuckin' window different visual.

Monsters

Something For Kate
I was hanging upside down from the overpass Waiting to discover something about the world I couldn't get with the program and I couldn't listen to them It was like trying to think in reverse And I don't want to slide into apathy And I don't want to die in captivity But these monsters follow me around Hunting me down Tryin to wipe me out Wipe me out Wipe me out Wipe me out Yeah I was hiding away under water Waiting for distance and buying some time Trying to be two hundred thousand years younger So I could excuse myself from human kind 'Cos I don't want to be a container Or a bastard with a ten page disclaimer But these monsters spin me around Get me down Just try and shut me out Shut me out Shut me out Shut me out Hold it in your head Hold it in your head Hold it in your head (Believe in me, believe in me, believe) I was hiding away under water (Shut me out) Waiting for distance, waiting for time (Shut me out) And I don't want to slide into apathy (Shut me out) And I don't and I don't want to live in captivity (Shut me out) Shut me out (wooh...) Shut me out Shut me out Shut me out

Lost Woman Song

ANI DIFRANCO "Ani Difranco"
I opened a bank account when I was nine years old I closed it when I was eighteen I gave them every penny that I'd saved and they gave my blood and my urine a number now I'm sitting in this waiting room playing with the toys and I am here to exercise my freedom of choice I passed their handheld signs went through their picket lines they gathered when they saw me coming they shouted when they saw me cross I said why don't you go home just leave me alone I'm just another woman lost you are like fish in the water who don't know that they are wet as far as I can tell the world isn't perfect yet his bored eyes were obscene on his denim thighs a magazine I wish he'd never come here with me in fact I wish he'd never come near me I wish his shoulder wasn't touching mine I am growing older waiting in this line some of lifes best lessons are learned at the worst times under the fierce flourescent she offered her hand for me to hold she offered stability and calm and I was crushing her palm through the pinch pull wincing my smile unconvincing on that sterile battlefield that sees only casualties never heros my heart hit absolute zero Lucille, your voice still sounds in me mine was a relatively easy tragedy now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed but that picket line persisted and that clinic's since been closed they keep pounding their fists on reality hoping it will break but I don't think there's a one of us leads a life free of mistakes

Sam Stone

JOHN PRINE "John Prine"
Sam Stone came home, To his wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered all his nerves, And left a little shrapnel in his knee. But the morphine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain, And gave him all the confidence he lacked, With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back. Chorus: There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm.... Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last too long. He went to work when he'd spent his last dime And Sammy took to stealing When he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. And the gold rolled through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains, And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes... Repeat Chorus: Sam Stone was alone When he popped his last balloon Climbing walls while sitting in a chair Well, he played his last request While the room smelled just like death With an overdose hovering in the air But life had lost its fun And there was nothing to be done But trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill Repeat Chorus

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