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She always liked drinking with the boys in the barn
Half a mile from the Great Bay Boulevard
They could smoke, they could drink, they could listen to “Music from Big Pink”
It was there I got my courage by the water and the reeds
I made promises I could never keep,
Thought I’d never keep
The last time I stayed up
Just to watch the sun
Rising from the dark
(We’ll never be young again)
She loved Van Morrison and the Steve Miller Band
She tasted of wine and weed, cigarettes from the five and ten
She couldn’t bear the thought of him rising up again,
Rising up again
We borrowed a boat from a friend of mine
deep-Atlantic bound on some borrowed time
We laid the burden down in the water and prayed he Drifted down
Soon enough she left for Abilene or some other Texas town, some other Texas town
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Summer's Rain
03:22
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The moon was down, and I felt alive
When I drowned all my fears in the ocean that night
I could not chart all the stars in the sky
I can still recall that fleeting look in your eyes
Death waits inside us, the bromide holds
Good fortunes fade, and our story is told
I know you’re looking at a different coast
And I am still here trying to conjure your ghost
I’ll always be the same
Like the summer’s rain, like the body’s pain
A heart is like a home, it can let others in
You can board up the windows, stoke the fire within
It’s funny how the sharpest of pains
Turn to dull aches and gently fade away
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Viking Burial
02:47
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Head working overtime, staying empty
Brain just wags my tongue, words they fail me
Time is oversized, but temporary
The world just sucks you dry, until you’re empty
Light a funeral pyre, and send it out to sea
What the vikings did is good enough for me
When asked how I lived, say, “deliciously”
No, it’s not a lie, not entirely
Idle hands, idle heart, an indifferent sea
I don’t know, I don’t know
what’s become of you and me
Grace and discipline, your two-way policy
Thy rod and thy staff, they didn’t comfort me
Grandpa the carpenter, he built things easily
And gave away all his gifts, fool-hearted charity
They put a man on trial, but spared him sympathy
There but for the grace of god, I thought he was me
Any help you get, there’s always a finder’s fee
No, it’s not a crime, they did it legally
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