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A Little Bit Broke
03:44
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A Little Bit Broke
Everything I buy comes a little bit broke
Shy a few bits, why it’s short a few bolts
And it gets hard to see straight on account of all the smoke
Lord, it’s a long-shot but I’m full of hope
We had another fight, we had another bout
She started overheatin’ and I was trying not to shout
I was sure that it was over but then the gas ran out
What’s a believer but a man known to doubt?
I get so tired of gettin’ the gears
Won’t you pass me the pliers and cover up your ears
While I pull it apart just to see what’s in the middle
But it’s old, baby, old, and it’s all just too little
Short of walkin’ away, I might just set it on fire
I could chalk it all up to the shorts in the wires
Now where in the world did I put down those pliers?
We got around to talking breaks but all I heard was “Alternate-her!”
It may have been I mentioned how she tuned her carburetor
Well then she really blew a fuse--the radio and the radiator
But when she bade a “Fare thee well!” I said, “I’ll probably see you later.”
I get so tired of gettin’ the gears
Won’t you pass me the pliers and cover up your ears
While I pull it apart just to see what’s in the middle
But it’s old, baby, old, and it’s all just too little
Short of walkin’ away, I might just set it on fire
I could chalk it all up to the shorts in the wires
Now where in the world did I put down those pliers?
Everyone I know is just a little bit busted
Full of potential or potentially rusted
Sure you might be outta sorts, you might just be a little maladjusted
But if you turn that old screw there’s a chance you won’t trust it
I get so tired of gettin’ the gears
Won’t you pass me the pliers and cover up your ears
While I pull it apart just to see what’s in the middle
But it’s old, baby, old, and it’s all just too little
Short of walkin’ away, I might just set it on fire
I could chalk it all up to the shorts in the wires
Now where in the world did I put down those pliers?
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La Poderosa, Mi Moto
03:23
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La Poderosa, Mi Moto
I’ve been wondering about you, are you well
Have the causeways caused you grief enough
And do you find that time has made you tough
Or soft
I caught the faintest trace of mischief down your back
And where you swivelled at your spinal cord
I ran my hand up past the motherboard
And pressed
If you fall I’ll be right there flat on my back
And if you call I’ll come a runnin’, saddle ‘n tack
As the months that have no “R’s” would make no haste
You sat in wait so old and clean
With the edges of a daisy dream
At bay
Where I squeezed you turned and shivered at the taste
Of what you knew would make you whole again
Should a measured dose of oxygen
Give chase
If you fall I’ll be right there flat on my back
And if you call I’ll come a runnin’, saddle ‘n tack
I’m sending letters, for good measure, where you wait
They read, “I’ll meet you where the air is thin
And we’re bound to turn around again
And stay.”
This time we’ll lead a life that’s simple, on the run
With a wake of lonesome shadow reels
And a sound we’re stretching desperately
To feel
If fall I’ll be right there flat on my back
And if you call I’ll come a runnin’, saddle ‘n tack
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3. |
Of the Sea
05:15
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Of the Sea
You're a naked and wandering ship in the sheets
Quilted together in a patchwork of leaks
But as any old vessel of landlocked dismay
Yours is anchored to a pillow and asleep in its bay
In a galley of cupboards that have all rattled free
You allowed that the clutter be endowed to the sea
But the heart of a gale knows its part in the mess
In the heap of a sail, in the pile of your dress
When I gathered you up, gathered up all your ground
You made soft intimations that your world wasn't round
I said, “Alice, don't hold me for the strength that I've found
Carry these words for the way that they sound.”
Though the edge of the earth looks to fall into space
There's an uncharted world that a rudder might grace
Four corners, four bedposts, four islands of feet
For the trace of a tradewind on an old merchant fleet.
When the calm settles in fully weighted and low
You object as a wreck of the sand and the snow
But a wake in the berth of a sentimental wind
You partake of the earth-laden ballasts and hymns
How a breeze fell upon what was left of a hull
As a breath
on the nape
of your neck
of a bow
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Favourite Colours
02:16
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Favourite Colours
Those two colours settin’ yonder
Are my favourite ones of all
Where the sky divides its favours
On the fallow of the fall
And they set on ‘til December
‘Til there’s no colour left but Cold
And it just waits from top to bottom
To remind us of how we’re old
April comes a lady
Wearing only matted grass
Standing out beneath the arch
That swallows pieces of the past
And Summer’s thunder laden columns
Stretch to take up all the sky
But that line of wheat below ‘em
Keeps those colours in my eye
I tried to put this to a young’un
I set to lay these wonders down
But he said, “That ain’t no magic.
That’s just blue, and that there’s brown.”
Now I remember my own folly
When I would name the tings I met
When I was young I too held brown and blue
As the colours yonder set
Comes a time the mind comes empty
And just can’t help but to forget
All the words for all the pretty things
And the tales of how we met
So when I wake up and greet the morning
I clear my head of every name
I look out across the prairies
And meet those colours new again
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5. |
John Greer's Two Step
00:46
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Shootin' the Breeze
02:42
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Shootin’ the Breeze
Whoodlin’, doodlin’, deedlin’, duck
First I come free and then I got plumb stuck
Oh, what I wouldn’t do for a pickup truck
And a little bit of company
With my face in the dirt and my feet in the sky
I could have sworn that I owned me a piece of the pie
But a piece of the picture got caught in my eye
And the rest is just a history
Whoodlin’, doodlin’, deedlin’, deee
I’m gonna climb to the top of some fine-feathered tree
I’m gonna fill up my boots for to follow my feet
I’ll walk around like a moose just a shootin’ the breeze
I knew a man who would whistle when he blew through his nose
I saw a dog fight a thistle but you know how that goes
Like an army of ants running over your toes
Making tiny, itchy colonies
I was told to make friends with a two-by-four
So I framed up a window and I framed up a door
But when I got people over they all fell through the floor
And so I’m back to being lone-a-ly
Whoodlin’ duck, wheedlin’ deee
I’ve been a lord of the flies and a slave to the fleas
I scraped most of the skin off of both of my knees
I made a meal of a pickle in a real tight squeeze
Whoodlin’, doodlin’, deedlin’, deee
I’m gonna climb to the top of some fine-feathered tree
I’m gonna fill up my boots for to follow my feet
I’ll walk around like a moose just a shootin’ the breeze
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Scrape on By
04:31
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Scrape on By
I wanna scrape on by
Oh let me scrape on by
I don't want a big bite
Just a part of the piece of the pie
You know I creak and I moan
I duly creak and I moan
And I would love to call you honey
But I can't afford a telephone
And these are trying times
I try and try all the time
To go on peddling my wares but I get scared
'Cause these are trying times
See, I could sell my things
I could sell all my things
And put my needs upon my back
To thumb around just like the hobo kings
But it's the same in the end
To be of means, or to spend
To let it tumble from the top, or drink the dregs
We're just the holes that we mend
Still, we can dance for free
Come on and dance with me
We'll go on shuffling our feet out in the street
‘Cuz we can dance for free
I wanna scrape on by
Oh let me scrape on by
I don't want a big bite
Just a part of the piece of the pie
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Lay of the Land
03:33
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Lay of the Land
I keep wandering about the lay of the land
Wondering about the hills and the rivers in a man
If I'm made up of sky
And the clouds bear my sins
Would it be fair to ponder
How the plains share my skin
Your eyes hold your sadness like tractors wear rust
And if I'm reading you right you're about set to bust
As that slow inching sorrow gets ready to set
I'll see it through to the Rockies ‘fore I turn from the West
I keep wandering about the lay of the land
Wondering how a field runs fallow in a man
To see deluge through to drought
And let my lowlands without
Would be a barren reminder
Of how I shadow my doubts
Your eyes hold your sadness like tractors wear rust
And if I'm reading you right you're about set to bust
As that slow inching sorrow gets ready to set
I'll see it through to the Rockies ‘fore I turn from the West
I keep wandering about the lay of the land
I wonder about the holler that'll swallow up a man
As my shadows lay long
And lead the dusk into dawn
Would I be right to imagine
That we're the same
from now on
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