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Come Back, Deer Tick
04:40
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I was walking in the long grass,
got a deer tick in my leg
Guess he wanted some of my blood,
so I carried him around
He was in there with his black eyes
dreamt that he was talking back,
feeling all my footsteps
as I wandered down the track
And I said "maybe we could grow a little closer-
like those streams that make the rivers to the sea"
but as soon as he had drank what he could carry
he walked himself right on out of me
And I don't blame him for trying to get out
because it's no good down here under my skin
I just wish I'd have known he'd be leaving
before I let him get so far stuck in
There's a girl behind a counter
who loves a boy born in July
She likes the way his fingers click and
he left his toothbrush by her sink
And she said "you've got sandpaper eyes,
and I'm so glad they're wearing down mine"
but he hasn't picked up that toothbrush
in a pretty damn long time
And she don't blame him for trying to get out
because he can't possibly love her the same
She just wished she'd have seen this day coming
through the door on the day that he came
So hey there, if you're listening
I guess I'll say a couple things
because I've been talking to the bookcase,
but the bookcase never sings.
I know it's a big ocean, and you don't have lots of time
and you've got all your own problems
without listening to mine.
But I remember your hands on the steering wheel
and your guitar in the front porch
and I wish that you knew that your silence
was making me feel like this.
And I don't blame you for trying to get out
because it's no good down here under my skin
I just wish I'd have known you'd be leaving
before I let you get so far stuck in,
No, I don't blame you for trying to get out
because it's no good down here under my skin
I just wish I'd have known you'd be leaving
before I let you get so far stuck in.
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2. |
Deep in the Riverbed
03:51
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Deep in the riverbed,
honey I could never live down there with the ragged stones
And I'd be lying if I told you I could get along down there
and wouldn't you expect me to be telling truth?
Because I'd rather have the fresh air,
and I have buried bad stuff down there
But those are watered eyes
a-looking into mine
and I would rather if I could just leave them both behind
Inside a bottle babe,
I don't think anybody's small enough for that little neck
and I can't imagine I'd be fine in there waiting for someone else
to take the lid off, nobody would call that fair
Because I'd rather have the fresh air
and I have left some bad stuff in there
But I think you want me
to run down to the sea
and throw myself in so that I can wash up at your feet
On the frontier again
we shed our roadside snakeskins just to end up back here again
And I would rather not be strangled by all your dreams of me
So can we keep this friendly, baby, please stay away from me
Away from me
Away from me
Away from me
Because I'd like to keep my fresh air
and I have buried you everywhere
And are we supposed to grow
to melt again at home
Come on, I thought we'd stamped on all those seeds that we had sewn
Deep in the riverbed
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3. |
Never
02:40
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When the river runs backwards
and the songbirds are a-sleeping in the sea
When the grass grows in your eyes
and the night skies never get too dark to see
Then I'll come back
to this house
then I'll come back
to this town
tear all the wallpaper down
pack up and stay, settle down
When you walk on the ceiling
and the feeling in your heart and stomach goes
When that old winterwind blows and the windows
not a-one of them does close
Then I'll come back
to this house
then I'll come back
to this town
tear all the wallpaper down
pack up and stay, settle down
When the matchsticks sing sweetly, you can meet me
in the field out by the church
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4. |
If You Were a Sailor
03:43
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if you were a sailor I would lay upon the beach
and I'd dream of you somewhere beyond my telescopic reach
Oh and as you passed into the sea, away and out of sight
I would wish you back into my arms with all my sandy might
if you were a cobbler and you made some boots for me
I would wear them while I wandered 'round this dirty damn city
and you'd be there in the soles to calm my concrete walking blues
and I won't lie to you, my dear, they'd be my favourite pair of shoes
But the ocean's quite expansive, and bootsoles get worn down
and I don't think that I'd want to live forever in one town
So I'd prob'ly pack my suitcase up and maybe move inland
and I'd get on with my own life, knowing you would understand
So I won't wait for you
and you won't ask me to
and yeah, it's a little blue
but we both have shit to do
if you were a farmer out there in the fields of green
I'd be with you in the rows until the sun couldn't be seen
but we both know there's things that us alone could never grow
and so I'd kiss you on the seeds that are your hands and let you go
and if you were a music man, a-travelling the land
and I heard you on the radio, darling, I'd understand
if you sang a song and called it by some other person's name
and I won't lie to you, I'd cry, but I'd be happy all the same
well I'd always love your muddy hands, and slightly sunburned cheeks
but you'd prob'ly want to try some other composting techniques
and I'd probably be sad you didn't want to sing with me
oh we're old enough by now to know some things aren't meant to be
So I won't wait for you
and you won't ask me to
and yeah, it's a little blue
but we both have shit to do
I was once your darling, and you were once my love
and just because those days are gone don't mean they never was
but the blossom's all the lovelier because it soon will fade
oh and nothing lasts forever that's just not how shit is made
So I won't wait for you
and you won't ask me to
and yeah, it's a little blue
but we both have shit to do
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5. |
Sitting on the Doorstep
06:26
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I sit on the doorstep with my front lip in my hands
I've been drawing circles in the dirt on the nightstand
one day, when I've left here, it won't matter that you're gone
I only wish the waiting wasn't taking so long
I work as a waitress, spilling beer on my red shoes
I watch people falter when they're given what they choose
I'm not sure they'd tip me if I told them what I think
but it's almost every day that I find myself on that brink
I never tell them life is short so they should probably shut up
because it doesn't really matter if there's lipstick on their cup
and I don't say "quit complaining that you're waiting for your food,
because I just got my heart broke, and I'm already in a bad mood."
I know it's no use
and I can't change a thing
I don't even have a doorbell you could ring
I still can't understand
why you left without words
but the sitting and waiting is still for the birds
You walked out the doorstep with a black bag and your keys
I'm not sure why you won't come back, could have sworn that I said please
My sister keeps on saying that you've signed this in strong ink
it would be nicer if I heard that come from your mouth, I think
Well I know it's no use
and I can't change a thing
and I know not to look at the phone 'til it rings
I guess I should prob'ly take my own advice
and keep drinking my coffee and trying to be nice
I work as a waitress, spilling beer on my red shoes
I don't really spend too much time remembering my life with you
one day, when I've left here, it won't matter that you're gone
so I'll shut up and quit complaining I've been waiting for too long
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