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Keep It Down
03:53
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The billionaires are buying shares
Of who you're gonna be.
With barcodes on, you'll still be my sons,
But in ways machines can read.
My daughters, though you are dear to me,
These things are not for you to understand
When you grow up scared and hungry, empathy just wastes your time,
So other folks can make their own damn plans.
If you don't ask, then they won't stand for nothing.
Kneel at the church of 'hope you stick around'.
They tied you to the whipping post, and said that it was something,
To swallow and see if you keep it down
My dear, has your eye been wandering,
Has another lover settled in your mind?
The flickering of powered screens is on the nightstand beckoning
Where you would love to find something to buy
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2. |
Get Along
04:35
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Tie a rope to the past, like an anchor in the sand -
The only thing that ever gave you anything to talk about
Was missing all the things that you planned.
Tell yourself this disaster surrounded you without you being asked -
That the space between the place you stumbled and the place you fell
Was written in a moment that has passed
Where did you get to from the last time you were saved,
Were these pastimes only permanent delays?
Did you stop to think that fear ain't really where the problem lies -
Maybe scared was how they needed you to cut you down to size?
And oh, like a rolling stone,
You can get along, without a reason why.
Wrap your hand around the pen, as if paper can't pretend -
Like every single word you wrote was more than just a lie you told
To keep yourself from noticing the end.
You thought words and a tune, were an answer you could use -
Immunity from seismic shifts, the rising tides, and sudden cliffs
And leave behind it only what was true
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3. |
Leaving Town
04:00
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You learned these streets in your grandad's Olds,
After 32 years, the place is growing into you.
Marking time you just settled into things you know,
You met a girl and you said 'I could get into you'.
You heard The Boss on the radio,
And you thought you heard a message on the thunder road.
She could bring the sun, when she comes,
But she's gone now, she's gone now.
When you gonna get the nerve to leave this town?
It sits on a knife and the rest of your life brings you down.
When you gonna get the nerve to leave this town?
She was the one, and it felt real as her body could be,
You told her 'baby, you and me we're gonna get out'.
She laughed and said 'you know you're gettin' kind of hard to believe,
It ain't enough, keep sending checks and you can get out'.
Old timers they don't even try to make you explain,
They knew your dad and they know your name.
They all got a story where it didn't work out,
And some kid they don't know who don't live in their house.
Now the cemetery grass pays your child support,
And you're hanging off the end of a last resort.
And your boy's fifteen and he looks like you,
And it'd take you down if he filled your shoes.
So you choke on your beer at the old B & B
And you swear to yourself 'he won't turn out like me' -
But the boss still does shows, and the river is there
And chances are good he ain't goin' nowhere.
When you gonna get the nerve to leave this town?
It sits on a knife and the rest of your life brings you down.
When you gonna get the nerve to leave this town?
When you gonna get the time to live this down?
The kids, the ex-wife and the life that's so meaningless now -
When you gonna get the nerve to leave this town?
When you gonna get the nerve to leave this town?
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4. |
Force the Issue
03:38
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It moves so fast, when you're up close to it,
But it all slows down as the distance frames it in.
But it won't last, this dust you bit,
And you might not want it later like you did when you called for it.
And you can try to force the issue, until it all gets out of hand.
And you know you can't make her miss you, 'cause holding on is like holding sand.
The hours turn, this burning trash
Into a funeral pyre for the memory of the past...
And it won’t last.
The hours run into weeks and then,
Could you ever think of going there again?
But it won't last, this dust you bit,
And you might not want it later like you did when you paid for it.
And you can try and force the issue, but you know you can't go back.
Didn’t know what she got into, until you saw it jump the tracks.
Left to die, or left to live:
Either one bleeds you out til there's nothing left to give.
And you can lay your head on the railway line -
Feel that engine shake your bones and the whistle whine.
And you can hug the dirt, till it buries you -
And not move an inch till the engine passes through.
And you can try to force the issue, until it all gets out of hand.
And you know you can't make her miss you, 'cause holding on is like holding sand.
The hours turn, this burning trash
Into a funeral pyre for the memory of the past.
And you can try to force it under, until the feeling has been drowned,
And then you sit around and wonder, how could the ocean keep this down?
If it don't last, then it might break,
Bleeding heartache out and it's more than you can take.
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Fremont
05:24
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When the US Steel up the South Pass folds, and nobody's still left around,
and this barstool gives from the constant use, I'm gonna burn the old house down.
On the highway you can see them pulling houses from the ground.
I'd still call this valley home if I could figure how.
In the Nowhere east the two-three-eight took a crash and a city died.
Now they send a man there once a week, check the kids ain't lost their minds.
The chamber board says tourist bills will make us all just fine,
But if digging holes is what you know, that won't keep you above the line.
And you can work the hammer 'til it rusts, but you still end up eating dust.
Getting through and getting by, was hardly worth the lie.
The choice you made just makes you sick, but that ain't even half of it,
When what you're living ain't no kind of life.
Up in Butte the copper mines aren't pulling like they could,
Call the coal pits up in Campbell like my brother said I should.
‘You can't see the mountains there, just the biggest hole you've seen.’
The boom and bust just words till it come, show you what it really means
Darling dear, don't you worry none about where the money's coming from,
I breathed enough of this black coal lung we could almost cut it out and sell it.
When the body up and finally folds, please plant me in that ground.
I’ll make Fremont county home the last way that I can figure out.
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Epitaph
04:10
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The horsemen you been calling down are finally on the threshold now.
If the word out there's the sound, then it's a darkened door indeed.
So you hid yourself beneath the floor, like the question ain't been asked before.
Well I can't see the motive for the things that you believe.
And in middle age the bible belt has finally got you figured out:
Just act like it's a thing that we all know.
But Jesus Christ says, 'Man, I was was born to run, not do these things you wanted done,
but walk on water once and folks can't ever let it go.'
If you ain't got the time to lie to yourself,
How you gonna pull the wool over anyone else's eyes?
So, let a little bit of that pride go.
If you ain't got the time to hide yourself,
From the you you set to the back of that shelf,
Maybe you could try to let a little bit of that pride die.
So I wonder how you rectify the action with what's justified,
When the other cheek, it turns your stomach too?
Do I turn my head away and laugh, or offer up the epitaph,
When damnation and that judgment come for you?
If you ain't got the time to lie to yourself,
How you gonna pull the wool over anyone else's eyes?
So, let a little bit of that pride go
If you ain't got the time to hide yourself,
From the you you set to the back of that shelf,
Maybe you could try to let a little bit of that pride die.
Oh hell no, maybe let a little bit of that pride go?
Let a bit of that pride go?
Maybe you should let go of some pride?
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7. |
Secondhand
04:20
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If rightness ain't a relative of where you stood, just what you did,
Then wrong is to be wrong, no matter what your daddy said -
With his 'all of them' and 'they' and 'those'
And 'I ain't racist, but you know...'
'Cause the longer that you settle for the notion if it came before,
That wrong ain't really wrong if it’s what your daddy's daddy did:
To watch a man in dying throes,
And say, 'That's just the way it goes...'
So here's a plan: go sell it to another man.
The kind who heard it secondhand,
And still might believe it as the truth.
I can see the hands you’re shaking,
To wash the blood from the path you’re taking,
While another mother's heart is breaking somewhere now.
If you only get a little sense of what gets passed as evidence,
Like we ain't all known all along that wrong is only wrong.
From the sidewalks, streets, the moving cars:
The dyin' sense of who we are.
So you take the heat, you shake your head, and say that it was you or him,
And find a way that you can spin the dying words of family men.
Yeah, find a way that you can spin
The dying breath of family men.
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8. |
All the Sense Runs Out
04:24
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I think that he looks forward to the distraction of it all,
The distraction of it all, the distraction of it all.
And I don't want to hear a goddamned word about it when I call,
A word about it when I call, a word about it when I call.
I put a happy face upon it, but I ain't feeling it inside,
Ain't feeling it inside, I ain't feeling it inside.
So you can tell him that I hate him, or you can tell him that I tried,
Whichever one best keeps the drama down.
There's a hole in the bottom of my head, where all the sense runs out.
From up high where thoughts take shape they filter down through years of discontent,
Until they all come flying out my mouth.
There's a hole in the bottom of his heart where love runs out,
And it soaks into the dirt under his feet.
And what we might've had, if we held a common ground
Becomes the barren pile of stone that lies beneath.
He can frame the conversation, but won't ever live it down,
Won't ever live it down, he won't ever live it down.
He can try to shift the blame but he's the only one around,
The only one around, he's the only one I’ve found.
We know that something's missing but I ain’t feeling it inside,
Ain’t feeling it inside, ain’t feeling it inside.
so you can tell him that I hate him, or you can tell him that I tried,
Whichever one is gonna help you sleep.
And I remember riding high upon his shoulders while he'd sing to me,
While walking from the car down to the trees.
Old country songs and Miller Lite upon his breath on summer nights,
Where he was only just a dad to me.
There's a hole in the bottom of our heads, where all the sense runs out.
From up high where thoughts take shape, they filter down through years of discontent,
'Til like bullets they come flying out our mouths.
there's a hole in the bottom of our hearts where love runs out,
And it soaks into the dirt under our feet.
And what we might've had, if we had held a common ground
Becomes the barren pile of stone that lies beneath.
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9. |
Seth McGee
04:42
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Seth McGee was a friend of mine,
He ate his chicken on the street.
And though I'm sure that he had fear and he had doubt,
It never seemed that way to me.
She's had her share of broken heartache,
And she's had yours, and she's had mine.
And while the rest of us would fall beneath the weight of it,
She found a way to get on by.
So hold the gray sky back, and show more grace than the other half.
Roll across the crest of the waves of the things you lack,
And find a way to get by.
For all the years she stood behind them,
And held them up when they would break,
If you asked her why she answered when the phone would ring,
She'd say, 'Love is what you give, not what you take'
Yeah, Seth McGee, he fought a dragon,
And though it tore him side to side,
It was better to have known him and to lose him in the end,
And say he was a friend of mine.
Seth McGee was a friend of mine,
He ate his chicken on the street.
And though we only have the memory of,
He was a real good friend to me.
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10. |
Guillotine
03:33
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Maybe when you're calling out
To someone who could tell you how to mean it,
You don't have to understand the reason,
Or the call.
Underneath your solemn vows
Is nothing that'll tell you how to beat them,
Nothing will help you understand the season,
For it all.
We rearrange the furniture to try and regain what we were,
It's pointless to move anything and think that it will stay the same.
I wonder if these thoughts I make are rattling around your brain as well, dear?
The guillotine of all these things is longing for what cannot be
And understanding comes in waves, I only have to say your name.
Whether we will stand alone or take another step towards home,
Is balanced on the edge of something we won't ever see,
Thin as a knife but filling up the space that lies between you and me.
In the moments before everything,
Did you stop to assess the scene for meaning?
Did you ever try to understand the reason
Of it all?
Do you remember standing at
The precipice and looking out,
And feeling it so honestly like it was always meant to be,
And always would, without a doubt, and nobody just holding out
To get by?
Are we losing speed or hurtling
Towards breaking points of everything?
And if you ever needed me, the way I needed you to be,
I hope that you will understand,
The way that I had planned this to be is changing.
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Bob Lefevre & the Already Gone Laramie, Wyoming
Bob Lefevre - Vocals and Guitar
Scott Badham - Guitar and Vocals
Larson Lind - Bass
John Poland - Guitar
Mike Krupp - Drums
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