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Small Ugly Town
05:51
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When the small ugly town you were raised in
takes on the faces of strangers
And the houses you played at as children,
are as empty as savior-less mangers
And your friends are as scarce now as angels
and the only thing that makes this place home
is your family name on the gravestones
When the churches you prayed in are empty
and the schools where you studied are fenced in
And the parents that raised you are buried
and all of your old friends are married
And no one comes around anymore
and you sit up alone in your cluttered room
When you pass by the shops and hear laughter,
and they come to the doors as you pass them
whispering "he is the one that's forbidden,
we told him to go still he comes here
and you know he's no business in town,
because trouble just follows him all around"
When the ones that shake hands when you see them
scoff at your back as you're leaving
and they say "Man he thinks he's so clever,
mister poet or prophet... whatever.
If he's intuitive then why can't he see,
that we wish that he'd just stay so far away"
When the girl that you told all your fears to,
that stood up when they spoke out against you
the same girl that you comforted crying,
goes off sleeping with strangers and lying
When you ask her then she starts denying
and she says she'd do better alone
now it's just like she never even knew you at all.
When the small ugly town you were raised in
takes on the faces of strangers
And the houses you played at as children,
are as empty as savior-less mangers
And your friends are as scarce now as angels
and the only thing that makes this place home
is your family name on the gravestones.
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Fairies In The Attic
04:54
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Well her hair hung down like honey
in the sunlight of the morning
and she'd stand there in that window
like a flower in its garden
in her white dress all unfastened
while her cat slept on the table
and the wind howled through the attic
she'd say "There's fairies in the gables"
She'd sit down in the doorway
tying up her pigtails in the sun
Well, she moved here from a small town
with the cold rains of December
and I asked her about her home town
she'd say "I really can't remember,
except the girls there didn't like me
because their boyfriends want to screw you
and they all get drunk on Saturday
and on Sunday sing hallelujah
and I never found kindness in their strangers
and I don't believe in their Jesus
or their mangers and I told them so."
And she'd walk home in the evenings
through the alleys down the sidewalk
and I'd swear that she was floating
like some angel through a junkyard
through the slow grind of the city
she'd snake through all the shoppers
disappearing around the corner
with her butterfly book bag
and her long hair
and I'm so glad that I met her
yesterday
but not today.
Now her window's full of raindrops
and I'm putting out the candles
and I'm making sure the door's locked
when I swore I saw her standing
Hear her cat cry at the front door
so I hurried to unlatch it
but there's nothing when I open
must have been those fairies in the attic
or the cold street lights of Manhattan
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The Gone House
05:05
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... this is what she told me
"That night I said I loved you, I only meant to say
I love the way you make me feel right now,
but it didn't come out that way.
I'm sorry I deceived you
I know how it must feel
if it's any consolation all those things I said that night
I thought that they were real."
I've seen her out on campus at night time in the bars
I've seen her with that teenage tattooed anarchist boy and I watched them as they drove off in her car
And i walked off down the alley
and I sat down on the tracks
and I thought of how if I followed them I'd be out of this town
and when I do I ain't never coming back
And I'm back here in the gone house and I'm up here on the roof
And I'm pulling out my journals where I wrote down everything you said
as if I knew some day I might need the proof
I used to call you angel right here, I compared you to a rose
Now heaven's gates are all locked and I'm out here in your garden
where nothing ever grows.
That night you said you loved me, I knew it wasn't real
but I wanted to believe you, because i like the way it feels
please don't think that you deceived me I knew that wasn't you
and if it's any consolation, all those things you told me well I knew, I knew it wasn't true.
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She said the world's her lover
with all the stars connected
to illuminate mangers all under the sky
She let the light seduce her,
and she went traveling homeless
towards elusive beacons
that fade with the sun...saying
There's an angel in heaven
There's a man on the moon
There are eyes looking down on all that we do
She was seen last winter
with a faceless stranger
on a train going east
to some far away lights
She got lost, abandoned
in a world of phantoms, that told her
the needle will help you
get through the night
And there's an angel in heaven
And there's a man on the moon
And there are eyes looking down on all that we do
She met a man at the cross road
and he told her stories
and his eyes were like embers
burning into her soul.
He said, Do your prayers protect you?
Do your days still seduce you?
or do your dreams disappear
when you open your eyes?
'cause, there's no angel in heaven
There's no man on the moon
There's no eyes looking down on all that we do
And when the bar was empty
she walked along the back street
then she sat on the railroad
and dreamed about home...
home....
home.
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5. |
Mary Of Hawthorn (demo)
03:24
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Treasures often hide in places no one dares to look.
Mary of Hawthorn, will you marry me?
He whispers to himself as she's slowly walking by
Mary of Hawthorn, though ugly I might be.
You've heard it of the wise, beauty is nothing but a guise,
a velvet flask of lies, a temporary prize.
What you need is forever and forever is in my eyes.
Mary of Hawthorn, though I live in poverty.
I'd give you all I have but all I have is me.
Mary of Hawthorn, though ignorant I may be,
whenever you go by my mind runs wild with prose and poetry,
visions of a family, our children looking up at me
But Mary I will lie alone out in the streets tonight.
And treasures often hide in places no one dares to look.
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