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Bullbird
03:31
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You made me swear on my mamma's last hair that I'm from Jackson
But anyone can see, I'm a boy from Tennessee because I speak speak real fine
Why you making me pretend while we're out here on the lam in Minnesota
Ain't no one know our face or that fella that we laid under that heap of kudzu vine
My burden is set you know I gotta feed my pet
It is so hungry
Roll up them bills
I see you're distressed, just put the money in the sack, we will return it when we got time
I no more care, out from this point how we fare in our here doings
I'm tired of touring banks, can't we run back like to Spain with gold Desoto?
Ain't you got a little boy and a woman that's employed by that old man now?
Don'tcha speak like that, I'm gonna fill your mouth with gaps
You will be gagging on your own words
Preaching like a vet, just put the money in the sack, we will return it
You're just a child
Child
Opie, Opie
How come you say that you don't know me?
I mean to come home soon, just give me time to pay my way through
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Opie
02:16
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Opie's heart, it knows no fear
Always lookin to rage and rant
Abandoned home
Ain't nothing there to draw him back
Vision, origins of hope
And love
Sweet lamb, do forget your pain and tarnished name: Opie, reckless mess
Murdered as a game
Momma never wept
Little boy, you ain't my joy
They say he's got no feeling
His face was on that tv show
Man scans the role
State penitentiary was his name
Old man , who will warm your grey and mottled face?
Withered and lockjawed
I am a disgrace
Let my guilt unfold
It's my stench of death
Look, feast stands at the door
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Castillo de San Marcos
04:18
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How has lapsed this Sanctuary?
Castillo de San Marcos
I could never come to hate you
Though I may wince and shift away
Why are your tears so unbearable, yet so needed?
Jackie couldn't think to hurt me
I won't be deceived repeating
I demand that fire consume me
Purge all the waste and filth I pray
We are but dirt, ugly entropy
So if you seize them, I won't grieve for them
Pious feelings
Law that kills and stings
Grip to account
Sword cuts through knuckles and flesh
The world will sink to death
I will go down with the ship
Avenged bereaved
Would bury us with gnashing teeth
Yet through our bones
A chant of absolution rings
Plead I plead the blood I smear the blood on my head and on my belt
Meet the gaze of blemished brother
Hermana de mi dolor
I can see a love from nothing
Slaps of the cheek that elevate suffering light out from the shadow
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Old Man Turing
03:06
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Pilgrim in the station hall you mind where you lay your head
Old man Turing lays his fist to your gut
He'll take your gun and your breath
My babe's an island, she's on inverted time
And I mean to go there through these goddamn railroad lines
These lines that spare ye time
My true love calls me down
He is blind as a beggar, but he's got some girls to assist
Old Man Turing ain't no prophet son, merely a low vulgar pimp
I'm a man of action
I've got a ticket to ride
Spare your foreboding for a yella-belly spine
Old men don't lend me fright
My true love calls me down
Railroad car
Take me far
Illusions dismissed while some ignored
Who might perceive their chimera?
Aged thief will descend and rob you of your agency
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Bear
03:56
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Davy Crockett's on the water
Gun held high
He's out looking for the mayor
I know why
Bullets whistling through the air
Bear dies and sleeps through Davy's legend past.
Davy prays for Georgie, for Tennessee and for the Alamo
Don't be a fool
Be kind to other tribes
His Rifle's loaded
Davy kills and sings
Davy's closing on the mayor
Judgement choir
Your lords and kings pain the land
Take your gold and your vice
Skip this town
It's exile or the knife
Choose it wise
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