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Wireless Radio
03:10
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I’ll turn on the wireless radio
Hear pianos through the ice and snow
The world seems small
An Arctic silence broken by a song
So familiar I can sing along
I’m not alone
Is anyone out there singing to
The amplifier, modulator, oscillator generator
Maxwell’s transverse waves, invisible
Made communication possible
It’s astounding
Fessenden’s fiddle played oh holy night
In maritime, at the speed of light
No dots or dashes
The sailers were out there listening to
The Amplifier, modulator, oscillator generator
Braun, Marconi, Tesla, Popov, Bose
Claim the title “father of radio”
None are wrong
A signal traveling for one hundred years
Told a thousand stars that we are here
“We’re not alone”
Is anyone out there listening on
Vega, Sirius, Regulus, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse
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Resurrection Mary
03:39
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She was a young girl in her prime, untouched by the ravages of time
She was a wild rose clinging to the vine
Pedals thin and white as snow, she will not rest and she won’t let go
On the way to the dancehall in satin shoes,
She met her fate too young, too soon
Her mama screamed when she heard the tragic news
A graceful body forever still, but there are things that you can not kill
Cause she’s Resurrection Mary, and she comes here every night
To dance down Archer Avenue in the middle of the night
Maybe you've won her over, maybe she’s flagged a ride
Maybe she’s run her icy fingers up and down your spine
No one knows, who is this Resurrection Mary
When the moon is full and the hour’s late
She’ll walk right though the locked iron gate
And on the Avenue she will wait
Won’t you give the little rake a chance, take Miss Mary out to dance
Forever’s long and the grave is deep
When you love to dance and your soul won’t sleep
It’s not her fault that she’s giving you the creeps
Won’t you help her light night’s dark chasm,
She might let you touch her ectoplasm
Cause she’s Resurrection Mary, and she comes here every night
To dance down Archer Avenue in the middle of the night
Maybe you've won her over, maybe she’s flagged a ride
Maybe she’s run her icy fingers up and down your spine
No one knows, who is this Resurrection Mary
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October
04:15
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The stars in your eyes, they bath me in glory
Say I am the lowly beggar rattling change
Devour my hunger like a cheap dime store novel
By then you just might find out what it is that you crave
To keep the cold out you must keep the warm in just the same
October’s a fickle month, full of cold sunshine and warm rain
And all the night sounds of the lowly and the holy
I don’t know where one ends and the other begins
Like when does a sobbing woman turn into a siren
And when does a lonesome wail turn into the wind
Well it’s not that I’m looking for someone to know me by name
It’s just, years ago my cup runneth over and most of ran down the drain
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Rattlesnake
04:51
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I was enjoying what's left of the river,
In a year of miserable drought
Happy to share it with all of God's creatures,
When you on your belly came slithering along
Rattlesnake, what have you done?
My young life is draining away, it's gone
I was sweet and tender
But you were the first and the last to know
I hid for a moment beneath the cool water
From the unblinking stare of the sun
When I felt a searing pain
Fire shot through my veins and coldly surrounded my heart
Rattlesnake, what have you done?
My young life is draining away, it's gone
I was sweet and tender
But you were the first and the last to know
You mockingly shook your tail and then made your get away
And left me to die in the mud
All possibility draining away from me,
Turning all colors to blinding white
Rattlesnake, what have you done?
My young life is draining away, it's gone
I was sweet and tender
But you were the first and the last to know
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5. |
Lucifer's Lament
04:28
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“But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?”
Mark Twain
I have legions and minions and demons galore
Despair and anguish are all I adore
But this rabble makes terrible company
Though they do my bidding whenever I please
A castle of flames is hell to keep clean
The staff in this place are so terribly mean
The ashes of lost hope burn my eyes
I can’t tell you the last time I saw the sky
Wicked fools clamber to sell me their souls
From the Hollywood hills down to Mussel Shoals
The pious are storming the heavens with pleas
That they'll turn their hearts back to the Lord
Sycophants kneel round my bifurcated tail
Sipping sour mead and murky brown ale
Their vapid chatter echo’s in my head
Despite all the booze this party’s dead
The pious turn their eyes to the heavens above
To shower the wicked with all of God’s love
But my heart is the blackest and most lost of all
It's a wonder no one ever prays for me
Wicked fools clamber to sell me their souls
From the Hollywood hills down to Mussel Shoals
The pious are storming the heavens with pleas
That they'll turn their hearts back to the Lord
The pious are storming the heavens with pleas
That they'll turn their hearts back to the Lord
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6. |
Yesterday’s Coming Again
02:51
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We steal and we borrow our joy from tomorrow
Yesterday’s coming again
Overabundant and slightly redundant
Yesterday’s coming again
We while away the hours
Honing our superpowers
So why am I thinking I’d rather be drinking?
Yesterday’s coming again
May 1970 Paul told us, “Let it be"
Yesterday seemed so far away
Then John left with Ono and no one liked Ringo and
George got Something in the way
We sang in the dead of night
We couldn’t see the light
‘Cause the diamonds in the sky got Lucy too high
Yesterday’s coming again
Skippin’ ‘cross the universe in search of that final verse
Light speed stretched our rubber souls
But a black hole got in the way and swallowed up yesterday,
And yellow submarines, and wormholes
Made it to the end
To see it all begin
‘Cause God’s starting over and this time he’s older and
Yesterday’s coming again
Yesterday’s coming again
Yesterday’s coming again.
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7. |
Dead Man’s Shoes
02:51
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Did you burn your lips on her witch’s brew?
Did you know you were walking in a dead man’s shoes?
Did you know that tonight was a blood red moon?
Did you know you were swinging on a velvet noose?
Oh no, did you hear, did you hear your mama moan?
Oh no, did the end, did the end come fast or slow?
Sitting on a milk crate waiting for a train
It’s hard to hop a freight in the pouring rain
Try to take shelter underneath the bridge
Thinking there’s gotta be a better way to live
Oh no, did you feel, did you feel the cold wind blow?
Oh no, did the end, did the end come fast or slow?
Did she light on you like a carrion crow
And swallow up the last little bit of your soul?
Did you think for a second she had lightened your load?
Did you see her shiny black wings unfold?
Oh no, did you hear the tale the darkness told?
Oh no, did the end, did the end come fast or slow?
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8. |
October (Reprise)
01:39
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9. |
Foundling Wheel
03:18
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I’ve been through the foundling wheel
I was borne to beg and steal
I’m a wretched gutter snipe
What you set down I’ll quickly swipe
I have no Ma, I have no Pa
comb my hair with a rooster’s claw
I’m a creature made of mud
But if you cut me there’ll be blood
Oooh! Leave me out of you’re prayers
Don’t need your pity, I don’t care if you care.
I have no use for your soul
I’m the soot in your sky so blue
Darkness all I have for you
Fill my crib with broken glass
I’ll turn your whole town into ash
Swaddle me in thistle down
I’ll be the terror of this town
The foundling wheel from which I came
Spun me out without a name
Oooh! Leave me out of you’re prayers
Don’t need your pity, I don’t care if you care.
I have no use for your soul
So throw your scraps and throw your crumbs
And smugly wait for when Jesus comes
But I’m the flame that licks your heels
Me, the devil, and the foundling wheel
So you’ll find me on the loose
‘til I’m tall enough to reach the noose
My pulpit is your gallows pole
From which I’ll damn your mortal soul
Oooh! Leave me out of you’re prayers
Don’t need your pity, I don’t care if you care.
I have no use for your soul
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10. |
Release Me
02:38
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Marks on the wall
I've been away too many days
Leaves turn and fall
Recapturing time
Of when I last saw you
Don't look away
I am holding my breathe
Deliver me
From the depths of the sea
Pages have turned
Only to find I'm not in that book
Can't rewrite the song
I've been in here now
Too many measures
Don't look away
I am holding my breathe
Release me
From the depths of the sea
From the depths of the sea
From the depths of the sea
Release me
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