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Cross
04:26
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Siete minutos con vos
On the day of his trouble, and sorrow so deep
Mouth hangin' open, but he could not speak
He made the faintest sign of a cross
It was a symbol of all he had lost
He made the sign of the cross
Siete minutos con vos
He made the sign of the cross over his chest
He made the sign of the cross, it was all he had left
Managed whisper that was hard as a scream
Come water me, my bones are in agony
He made the sign of the cross
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Late Fall Honeysuckle
03:14
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I know I'm difficult, working 'cross the grain
Always led myself, with a high price to be paid
Forcing open locked doors, and looking in rooms
In my head sometimes it's hard to know whose feelings are whose
From a third story window looking out across Jewell Sreet
Seems likely as not new times are coming to their feet
But right now I smell something else coming in
Late fall honeysuckle
Coming in the way of the wind
Late fall honeysuckle
Time to let the reconstruction begin again
Verlaine told Hell not to move around so much
You only feel the words someone's lips have touched
Adventures grey howl yelps, and I have to go
What some call wasted time, I hold dear the most
I agree it hurts you when you stay too long in school
And it's spiritually damaging to be afraid of being a fool
As I sit here tonight I'm reveling in
Late fall honeysuckle
Coming in the way of the wind
Late fall honeysuckle
Time to let the reconstruction begin again
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Fieldglasses
00:38
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Arms of the Present
04:44
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Do you want an explanation?
Do you want a gift?
Do you want a playmate?
Or the excuse I missed you with?
Do you want information?
Do you want a new mask?
Do you want identity with no questions asked?
For every buried seed, let the bull run free
There's tears in the whiskey
Let the bull run free
Do you want a plan?
Do you want ancient texts?
Do you want moons around your star?
Do you want more than the rest?
Do you want action?
Do you want new medicine?
Do want humble eyes?
Or just healthy skin?
For every buried seed, let the bull run free
There's tears in the whiskey
Let the bull run free
Do you want a forgiveness?
Do you want special ties?
Do want government?
Do you want this precious lie?
For every buried seed, let the bull run free
There's tears in the whiskey
Let the bull run free
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Washington's On Fire
04:40
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Washington's on fire
Screaming down the stairs
It's the kind of institution
Where people hang themselves
Truth's a fickle thing
Can quickly switch its seat
What it brought to life yesterday
Today's a question of what to eat
Washington's on fire
Washington's on fire again
Emperor's in his underware
Everybody knows
Blissfully unaware
But that's the way it goes
Grifters enter in the back
Reads the sign on the post
There's a lady in a blindfold
Singin' to the crows
Washington's on fire
Washington's on fire again
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Til Willis Lawrence, Kansas
Til Willis, born in the heat of 1980, has been making music for a long time. Currently, when not performing solo, he makes noise with Erratic Cowboy. The style of music is lyric driven rock, that draws influence from many sources. Some have described it as Tin-Roof-Rain-Water-Bop. In his years of touring the country, Til has had the pleasure to perform with such notable talents as Pete Seeger.... ... more
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