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Your Ambulance
03:06
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I get tired of popcorn and cigarettes
I’m fed up with all of your
Magazine stories and loose-leaf acquaintanceships
Streets filled with loose-lipped bohemians make you hum and me twitch
I’ve been saving box tops and paper clips
I’ll sure need them when you forget
The station wagon keys in the ignition switch
I’m young and soft-hearted but I know that
Everything you wanted is everything you couldn’t get
Bringing you down is the best gift I’ve given yet
Your ambulance crying defective
Kill me I’m Irish, I’m too damn eclectic
Call me whatever Police Blotters Deem Fit
I’d like to know where you got your numbers
I’m not in the mood for singing along to the Everly Brothers
I guess I could say you’re too late but it really won’t matter
I cherish your ridiculous lack of passion
I’m dumb and simple but I know that
Everything wanted is everything you couldn’t get
Everything wanted is everything you couldn’t get
Your ambulance crying defective
Kill me I’m Irish, I’m too damn eclectic
Call me whatever Police Blotters Deem Fit
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2. |
Not Anything
02:55
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Shout a boast for the willing toiling down your tire tracks
All given to bits of faith and rolled summer sleeves.
Weld your ear to the rail and wet your finger to the world.
It’s not a picture - It’s not anything.
Give it up for a reason anyone can give a damn
All threatening to break it off and let them all in
No need to be so sullen, all is all and none begins.
It’s not a picture - It’s not anything.
You don’t have an answer
You don’t have another year
You don’t have an answer
They don’t have a room for you
And this is not a picture
So you don’t have to like it here
And this is not a picture
So you don’t have to like it
This is not a picture
You don’t have an answer
It’s not anything.
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3. |
Wounded Knee
04:36
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You wouldn’t dare change your mind now, it’s over and done.
You couldn’t bear to watch us
Ma, I won’t give you trouble, there’s nothing left unseen
You had your reservations, I know what’s in store for me.
Bury my heart, a brand new start, hang me by my thumbs from a willow tree.
Another time, a favorite crime, won’t you shed a tear for me?
A reluctant survivor, horse buggy driver, ghost from seventh cavalry
Take me by the ear, don’t leave me here, there’s nothing to fear.
Why can’t I go home?
Why can’t I go home?
Aren’t you glad I’m here now in your doorway
I won’t spare you the details
Pa, you won’t feel a thing, here’s your end of the story
Come now and set the table, you’ll find who I’ve come to be.
Bury my heart, a brand new start, hang me by my thumbs from a willow tree.
Another time, a favorite crime, no one sheds a tear for me.
I don’t get too flustered, failure to muster, see me here down on my knees.
Take me by the ear, don’t leave me here, there’s nothing to fear.
Why can’t I go home?
Why can’t I go home?
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4. |
Barley Fields
03:32
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Go home, I’ll ring you in the morning
Catch a break, you’re unwell; can’t you tell?
Don’t lie, it doesn’t suit you anymore
It doesn’t make you worse than me
It doesn’t hide your, It doesn’t hide
Your inflection, nothing you could ever bring
Your conception of barley fields with lowered yields:
Things that make you feel worse than before.
Shove off, the wind will fold across your bow
Chart a course, the stars are out, all about
Don’t sigh, I know you think it’s easy
Stop saying you know me better than
Stop saying you know me better than me
It doesn’t hide-
Your elation, hearing all your church bells ring
Fascinations with traffic signs can’t hide the lines:
Things that make you feel worse than before.
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