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Evergreen, Evergreening
03:57
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It's time now to be unafraid
It's time now to grow
It's time to remember
Fire and snow
Evergreen, Evergreening
You see the footprints melting
Into islands of grass
You see the sparrows hundred-fold
Bending down the branch
Evergreen, Evergreening
So time now to be unafraid
There's time now to grow
Time to remember
Fire and snow
Evergreen, Evergreening
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2. |
Orbit The Dying Star
02:05
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Can't get this boat turned over
(now it won't go now it won't go)
Because we're in the water
(the boat and me)
And the bottom must be a mile
(deep beneath my feet)
Can't climb up and lay down
I just get thrown around
Never was fixing to drown
But now we're so far out
So I describe the circle
(round and round and round and round)
Around this sinking bastard
(orbit the dying star)
Getting weaker and lower
(weaker still and still lower)
Oh I could fight
And go down slower
But I'm sure the sharks
Are better swimmers
Than me
And now the North Star comes out
(reflections dancing on the water)
To keep me company
(don't go my friend don't go)
I guess that's something
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3. |
Sickclothes
03:41
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Take off your sickclothes
And try on your old skin again
You've passed, quite unknowingly
Beneath the leopard tree
Oh run under your own power
To someone you believe is waiting for you
Someone is waiting for you
Release your nervous birdsong word pastiche
And sing it out to me
Sing out to me
Winter's over
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Bat your eye
And all the birds in the sky die
They burst into flames
And fall into the hay
And start fire
We'll laugh and we'll clap
And we'll dance
As the entire town burns down
I won't tell anyone
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5. |
Surfacing Quickly
01:35
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Night after night
I have this strange recurring dream
I'm surfacing quickly
From miles below the sea
When my head explodes
Like a grenade
Then everyday
There is the same fantasy
I flatten like a banner
Fly between the trees
Till I get sucked up
In a jet turbine
Oh I should say
That it's not safe to dream of you
Cuz I don't need
Any of these dreams coming true
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6. |
Transubstansylvania
01:58
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Did you know what you were doing?
When you did it, did you know?
Don't go don't go
Your heart beats once
Every hundred years
Do you know? Do you feel it?
Don't go don't go
Goodbye I am off
To Transubstansylvania
I heard there are cannibal kings there
I heard the snow falls red
Goodbye my feather-wing
Just wait until the rain stops
I'll trade the sky for mud
When your antelope heart has sprung
And you'll come back
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7. |
Stop Digging Holes
04:06
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Goddamn this endless winter
I've buried things I will never find again
Shovel's frozen in the snow
I stopped digging holes
Shapes losing shape
Depression's less depressing
There once was a lake
Now there is nothing
The pills didn't take
Now there is nothing
Sure-footing
Your sure-footing
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8. |
The Foolish Churl
01:22
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9. |
That Was Verbose
02:07
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Do you want to bring a microphone to the graveyard?
Go and see if anyone has anything to say?
I'm all out of words so what the fuck
We'll record the headstones and see if we have luck
I'm as ragged as the lace
On a dead girl's gown
Let someone else do this
Don't ask me how
That was verbose and this is now
Maybe I should try my hand at automatic writing
Invite the spirits in and give up all control
I'm all out of words so what the shit
Why not tamper with the veil a bit?
I'm as instrumental as a post-rock band
Let someone else do this
Don't ask me how
That was verbose and this is now
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10. |
Fifty Graveyard Cats
02:21
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Red birds on a white sink
Running down
No reason for you to come around
The junebugs on the screen
Are getting fat
Every midnight
Fifty graveyard cats
They sing la la la
God it's so hot in here
Cool it and fuck this
Battlefields
Bedfellows with beer cans
I imagine cannons coming back
To bonfires and kids
With bible names
Makes me think
Of red birds down the drain
And I sing
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11. |
Snow Days
02:30
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I like your profile
I like your white wool shepherd's coat
And I like your long strides
As we go walking arm-in-arm
The winter is cut from the same cloth
As the summer
Let's keep all these thoughts
In a silly running dialogue
For laughs
And if the blustery winter snow
Should keep us in this house
Well I'm okay with that
I like having you around
Long as there are books to read
I'll be happy
And I like your profile
And I like your white wool winter coat
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12. |
Ice Floes
02:09
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Looking out windows
Standing on ice floes
Oh you should have seen
You should have seen me
You should have seen
Before everything
Stayed the same
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13. |
Mystery Tracks
02:21
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Tracks in the snow
Where do they go?
Over walls and over hedges
On roofs and narrow ledges
They lead on and on and on and on
Over still frozen waters
Never stop never falter
They lead on and on and on and on
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14. |
Put The Bottle Down
01:33
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She will wait
In the waves
In the wings of circling gulls
Red sky at day
Lash me to the mast
Put the bottle down
Put the sails away
And when the moon peels
Back the ocean's skin
Down to the barest of bones
Her heart stands revealed
In the waterspout
Put the bottle down
Put the sails away
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15. |
The Ragged Fox
02:26
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The weary fox did run aground
The hunter let his horns call down the hounds
"The hounds, they're so close now
And if that I could I'd escape
But I can't
So god, voodoo, science, etcetera
Cut me some slack
Fuck the hunters
And fuck all the chasers
I want magic powers
And death-dealing lasers"
No sooner were those words said
The air around his head
Did crackle with energy
His eyes became a sinister green
And evil filled his heart
His heart became an evil thing
The next day in the woods
They found the hunter and his hounds
Stacked in each other
Like those nesting-dolls from Russia
And of The Ragged Fox
Now there was now sign
He slipped away
To live another day
Time after time
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16. |
What Never Kills Me
04:50
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It's so cold outside
I might just go
Take off my shoes
I might just go out there
"Are you still in pain?"
She asks on the phone
And it breaks my tired heart
To lie to her "no"
It's starting to snow
Put on my headphones
Some Sigur Ros
And hang up the phone
It's starting to snow
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