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Big Ghost
04:27
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My heart is pumping.
What's my location?
What was I thinking?
I got a Big Ghost
of static in my throat
from coming up too short.
I got to get mine,
from Bushwick to Flatiron,
from pumping to flat line.
I take it real slow
at Northwest and Nagle,
20 to Willow.
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2. |
Acorns
04:42
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Acorns fall like bullets around my head;
the slowest rain I ever heard: drops of holy lead.
It's what I sought, it's the common knot.
Acorns fall like everything you said:
commonplace and in descent, thoughts the wood had shed,
the sleeping heart of the summer dark.
Hey man,
Hey man,
Amen.
Hey man,
Hey man,
Amen.
Could be a pistol held to your marrow,
some molecular breakdown
that's always been passed down.
It could be a hollow heart foreign arrow;.
Sings its way to you, sings its way through you.
Acorns fall like bullets around my head.
The slowest thought I ever had repeated in the grass.
It's what i sought. It's the common knot.
Hey man,
Hey man,
Amen.
Hey man,
Hey man,
Amen.
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3. |
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On the day my Calvary comes,
in the tail wind we've become.
Though I did not know what was,
nor the bullet, nor the gun.
Come to me,
when you're troubled
when you're stumbling
Come to me
when you're winning
when you're finished
when you're serious
when you're serious
Ain't it good to be alive
with the wound still in your side?
It's the common knot, it's what I sought.
On the day I spoke my mind,
against the terror of all-time.
In an ear so porceline,
on the evening we collide.
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4. |
Wait
03:24
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Cold,
when my bodies stone.
These days and nights
I wait to find out .
Stone,
when my bodies cold.
These days and nights
I wait to find out .
Home,
where my thoughts are drawn.
These days and nights
I wait to find out .
Stone,
when my thoughts are gone.
These days and nights
I wait to find out .
These days and nights
I wait to find out .
Cold,
where my thoughts are drawn.
These days and nights
I wait to find out .
Stone,
when my thoughts are gone.
These days and nights
I wait to find out .
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5. |
Red Arrow Highway
03:54
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On the Red Arrow Highway
the season had found me
with you there beside me
and sleeping so soundly.
Oh how I our days entwine.
Oh how I know your mind.
Oh how you slow time.
On the Red Arrow Highway
the season had bound me
in movements so timely,
with you humming around me.
Oh how our days entwine.
Oh how I know your mind.
Oh how you slow time.
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