1. |
Stuck in Louisiana
04:41
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And now I’m stuck here in Louisiana
And now I’m stuck in a place that I don’t know
Some say it’s a plan, a sinking by the Man or my old foe
Some say I was stuck here long ago
You say I’ve been here all of the time
You say I’ve put you out of your mind
No, no, no
It was never a case of a woken heart or a woken soul
It was never a waste of a spoken art or a story told
It was never based on broken part of a broken whole
You think I’m out there all alone
You say I’m stewing and it’s no good
I say I’m renewing like I should
No, no, no
It was always a case of a putting off or a putting on
It was always a face that I had seen and then was gone
It was always a place that stayed too dark long after dawn
You think I was out there all along
They’ll say it all ends when you go home
He’ll say make amends when you have grown
You’ll say you need something to sit upon
And I say, “Hold on”
And I say, “Hold on”
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2. |
Silver Dagger
03:33
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Oh silver dagger
You keep me up at night
When I ponder the edge of your blade
When I wander around in the shade
When I squander the wealth that you made
But oh, the time is nigh
Oh silver bullet
You keep me safe out here
While the wolves still circle the hall
While the coyotes are making their call
While the victims are taking the fall
But oh, the time is nigh
Oh silver medal
You made me safe from fear
When I clasped you close to my chest
When I felt you as I lay undressed
When I gave up on bein’ the best
But oh, the time is nigh
Oh silver linings
You shine when hell breaks loose
As the engine’s beginning to fail
As the rain congeals into hail
As the money runs out for my bail
But oh, the time is nigh
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3. |
Filler
04:05
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He's gonna bleed your knife
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4. |
Born to Lose
04:24
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I guess we ought to give up right now
We had our fun in the jungle anyhow
Let it fall in record time,
Pop nickels on the dime
It’s a cocaine bruise
You can’t even hide your mind, stop prepaying your dues
Maybe you should run, you were born to lose
After a while his memories began to fade
He used to tell his friends he had it made
Looked up at the silver screen
Saw the eyes of a hotel queen
As she heard the boos / booze
We can’t even find some fives among lonely ones and twos
Maybe we should run, we were born to lose
Born to lose
Born to lose
Maybe we should run, we were born to lose
She was slumped down, was waiting for the call
In her mind she prayed, gave it her all
The policeman is on the line
Still waiting for a sign
Or a couple of clues
We can't even try and divine what
Nobody could choose
Maybe we should run, we were born to lose
The sun came up with the wind on the empty plain
She was thirteen and high on novocaine
Could still go to outside
Didn't try to run and hide
When she heard the news
We can't even find a life or just
Step out of our shoes
Maybe we should run, we were born to lose
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5. |
It's Time to Go Home
04:57
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Few of you have the wisdom to stare out and see
This thing we have is broken permanently
It’s a whiskey trail of watery tears
Hidden by the darkness of night
When success has failed for months and years
Is it better to stay out of sight?
So here’s calling out the pages
And calling out the knowns
And let’s call out the sages
Who talk on their phones
And it’s a hard time for angels
They’re drifting alone
And it’s a work night for ages
We squint and we moan
So it’s once for the prophets
And once where they roam
And it’s twice for the racers
All shiny and chrome
And it’s hard luck embraces
Our cover’s been blown
We’ve been put through the paces
And now, it’s time to go home
Everyone is a liar and cheats all the time
But they still remain too foolish to pull off the crime
But you know me, I’m better than that
I have powers no one can know
So you don’t need an acrobat
Where we’re going, it’s on with the show
So let’s call out the choppers
And call out the cops
And let’s call out the paupers
Who come out on tops
Cause it’s a hard time for strangers
Who see when they’re shown
And it’s a night full of dangers
When the eagle has flown
So it’s once for the codgers
And once when they groan
And it’s twice for the dodgers
Who’re out on their own
And it’s a hard luck oasis
Where they won’t cast a stone
We have worn out our faces
And now, it’s time to go home
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6. |
Mary
05:08
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Mary had a lot to give
Mary had long to live
She must have gave her time to bend the knee
Mary had a lot to learn
Mary had loads to burn
She had too many friends to wait on me
She had the Swiss cheese on rye
And sought the right time to die
Sittin’ on the limb of a sycamore tree
The tree was from a gilded age
It felt an unquenchable rage
Nobody ever took that seriously
Mary sat upon the edge
And dropped upon the fatal ledge
They never heard a sound so delicately
If she gave all she had
Could it have ever been that bad?
Some said that she had chose judiciously
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7. |
Too Late
03:22
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And it's too late to be surmising
And it's too late for compromising
And it's too late to be un-wising
And it's too late to keep revising
I was a lonely weapon
I was a stepping stone
I was in West Virginia, with the daylight getting long
And it's too much to wrap in leather
And it's too much to shoe together
And it's too much stormy weather
And it's too much to make it better
I was a lonely weapon
I was a stepping stone
I was in West Virginia, with the daylight traveling on
And it's two times as many demons
And it's two men for all the seasons
And it's two hands to hide the lesions
And its too late for all the reasons
I was a lonely weapon
I was a stepping stone
I was in West Virginia, with the daylight going wrong
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8. |
I'm Sorry You're Crazy
04:42
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Sorry
I’m sorry you’re crazy
You weren’t all bad
You were just mostly bad
But when you were bad
You were truly awful
Sorry
I’m sorry you’re lazy
You sit in a room
And you drink and brood
You write in your room
Something truly awful
Sorry
My memory is hazy
What’s past is past
It wasn’t meant to last
So let go of the past
It was nothing personal
I saw the time it takes
To build something up and to burn the same thing down
I saw the bile it makes
When change is afoot, and to change things around
Well I’m sorry
I’ll hand you a daisy
You can have wine
Made from a dandelion
You can drink wine
In your private study
I saw the time it takes
To build something up and to burn the thing down
I saw the bile it makes
When change is afoot, and to change things around
When people you meet believe you’ve been crowned
When all you forsook then arise from the ground
When everything sings and is making a sound
Well I’m sorry
I’m sorry you’re crazy
It does make me sad
But you weren’t my dad
I feel a bit sad
But you weren’t my father
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9. |
Christmas Special
04:14
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Christmas is a time for shopping
I gotta get out of bed and do some walking
'Cause Mother Nature is talking
I got a tree from my neighbor
Decorate with a tinsel-love of labor
I'll call you up a little later
I'm looking over the river
By now it should be completely frozen over
A cold front down from Dover
And I, I've been a bad boy this year
And if there is a Santy Claus, well he ain't comin' here
But I, I've got a feeling tonight
That if them elves say "fare the well," we'll still keep 'em sight
Christmas is a time for gladness
I'm looking out through my window at the madness
To see who's running the fastest
I'm blowing out all the candles
Just once a year is more than I can handle
You've heard this old ramble before
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10. |
Out Here
04:38
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Shotgun with lady cockin', poor boy is barely talkin', all disappear
Strange one goes fire walkin', sailor gets bored at dockin', all disappear
Out here, in the distance that's always between us
Out here, in an instance that's already been us
She gets a Yankee notion, swim out into the ocean down by the pier
Sheriff hears more commotion, gaze down with no emotion, tenth one this year
Cops all around the scene, poor boy was seventeen, is dead by her side
She's sittin' so serene, he took her unforeseen and down for a ride
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11. |
Particular
03:48
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If I in particular could find something to eat
I would be perpendicular and walking down the street
If I were particular about the way I roam
I would remain vehicular and drive up to your home
If I in particular were asked to go and get
I would remain reticular and cast a wider net
If I were particular about the way I learn
I wouldn’t keep curricular and find some books to burn
If I in particular could find something to eat
I would be perpendicular and walking down the street
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12. |
Born in the U.S.A.
06:45
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The Gated Community Minneapolis
The Gated Community is a country/bluegrass/Americana band with rock influences based in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area in
Minnesota and has been in existence since early 2006.
Bandmembers: Sumanth Gopinath
Rosie Harris
Beth Hartman
Paul Hatlelid
Cody Johnson
Nate Knutson
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