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Orphan + Heaven
04:09
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Yes, too my eyes look upward, without love, without lust
There lies infinity uncovered, without base, without blood
Only fools are lead by fear and superstition
And want such a clear mirage to be their main ambition
I arise with blinking eyes, and I scan this dear horizon
Fearless, tear-less, enraptured, and enlivened
There was an idea once held, now I can dimly recall
Of an ever-falling well that wants to burn us all
An orphan desires for this to be the common opinion:
That what's below and what's higher can't penetrate this kingdom
Don't send me to heaven, yes I've been there before
And I know what's beyond that other door
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Oh Death
02:35
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Death, oh Death, where is thy sting?
Death, oh Death, where do I begin?
Do I start at the top, or do I cut in
Where my resolve began to run thin?
But how can I be the only one who's ill?
Surely I'm no stranger here at all
How can what you are be so attractive,
As you work your cold and vicious will?
Death, oh Death, half this world I've found
Conspires just to put me in the ground
My blood runs empty, and my bones are hollow
The very marrow of the morrow
Has been sucked dry or borrowed
Death, oh Death, now meet me face to face
Now I'm unafraid, yes I brought you to this place
Death, oh Death, will you call my bluff?
My spirit's come down and shot all full of stuff
How can anyone love me?
Oh, nobody needs me
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High, Wild and Free
03:58
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High, wild and free
Have you ever seen any night like this?
Have you ever been the silver moon in bloom
Did you ever dream?
That you'd walk the land alone
Walk the land unknown
And be the one you're with
And I see nothing standing there before me
That I couldn't reach from here before I die
'Cause when I die, yes when I die
I'll be high, wild and free
And though I know its snowing
High upon those mountains
Everything about them is as pure as spring
And high on the wind, I'll be high, wild and free
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Made Peace
03:21
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When lead to the sores in my mind
I'll console instead of rewind
The shortness of my breath may lead to early death
And all my wants and needs lead to weakness in my knees
But I've made peace with that
Good thoughts that come and go, then disappear unknown
The pictures in my sleep will never be released
The best and the worst answer I know
Fuel comes in focus too slow
But don't sell the pain in your sell
Until there's some place to go
What I'll never understand does nothing but expand
I'm just a number on a screen to all my enemies
But I've made peace with them
Every sound that I hold dear doesn't ring for many ears
Sometimes I curse all my beliefs through a row of gritted teeth
But I've made peace with that
Under lock and key, tied up nice and neat
Piled in a heap, where dust and shadows meet
Never to be seen are all my memories
But I've made peace with them
This technique's been done before long before I was born
Of this I'm sure
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Shadows and Fog
02:44
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In between folds of the sheets and my woman asleep
My body is still, but out on the hills my mind weeps
As seen from above, my head face down in the fuzz
I'm not in the habit of drinking such static or love
Looking back at the valleys I've trod,
The peaks that I've climbed, and the bullets I've dodged
And high above the shadows and fog
the lightning ignites like an incendiary bomb
Ever since birth I have looked toward the sky for the word
I can see the burnt ends of my camps upon the scorched earth
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Blood Will Be
02:20
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Woman from the North Country, your father's made of steel
Woman from the South Country, your pappy's made a deal
Woman from the West Country, you're high mystery
Woman from the East Country, you're old news to read
Protected all by compromise, not one of you is satisfied
Borders blur but symbolize, you'll fight to draw just where they lie
And blood will be the sea that you'll drown in altogether
I'll brave her winds and dredge her lakes on the north side of the street
But with her I'll sweat and promenade and learn to talk so sweet
In the plains we'll meet and I'll climb her peaks. I'll scout and survey
Then I'll head back east for company, but she will hear me say
Protected all by compromise, not one of you is satisfied
Borders blur but symbolize, you'll fight to draw just where they lie
And blood will be the seal that will stamp you all together
Ladies please you confuse me, why must you live alone?
Can't you see with the other three you'd make a happy home
Pride is proud but when too loud can be a deadly sin
I'll prove my home is all of you and show that I will win
Protected all by compromise, I for one am satisfied
Borders are but lurid lies, and if you fight you'll be sure to find
That blood will be the seam to stitch you all together
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Re-migration
02:56
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The country feeds the city's greed
But city has what country needs
I for one believe to be complete
Have freedom in mind and body
So I shed my coats and shunned the coasts
Sold my lot and learned to sow
Let me trade this urban decay for somewhere south of sane
Re-migration, re-migration, I'm not one of them but I know my station
Dear Shenandoah, Sheltowhee
Dear Chickamauga, New Orleans
Your woods are deep and grass blue-green
My roots are few and far between
The tide's receding west to east
Then flowing down the Mississippi
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No Work (A Beer Too Far)
03:22
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Well they say it takes all kinds to run this world
But I've met plenty of people with nothing to give
Whether young, old, man, woman, boy or girl
You might say too many pigs for the tits
'Cause a man has no work to do these days
All but dead-end jobs are dead and gone
And a man cannot afford for what he can't pay
Not even the very thing that would help him along
'Cause a beer at the bar is a beer too far
But the fear that is near is that
A man has no work to do these days
Sitting still on insufficient funds
And what do you say about “Now, well who's to blame”?
Aside from me, its just about everyone
And don't you even ask about my car
'Cause I can't drive away what just won't start
Hey, can you get me a job?
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No Better Half
04:05
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Well there's no better half anymore
We're stuck here all winter, embattled and embittered
And we just bicker till there is no clear winner
We stick to our guns till we shoot them for fun
You're not your better self as often as you ought to be
And I'm not much better than this unchanging weather
We once were complimentary, but now we're just enemies
Well we try and we try to move along; towards some semblance of peace
But for the third time this week, I'm down on my knees saying “Forgive me please”
You're viciously spiteful and bound to put me down
Not so delightful nor fun to be around
You have no better half anymore
I'm half-drunk at midday. Laden with a burden
Struck dumb in a sad haze, beaten and hurtin'
I have no better half anymore
It makes me recall a sign on the wall
In a bar I once knew
That said only a bitch like me could love a bastard like you
Its sad but its true because it applies to me and you
But what can we do?
We have no better half anymore
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Get Alon'
01:58
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Lonesome me, lucky me, what a dream
I'm the only actor on the screen
By default I define what it means to be free
I choose the lines, set the scene, play the lead, fill the seats
And my dreams are too sacred to share with the vacant or let out to breed
Get alon'
Knowing me I'll tell you what world lies beneath
I could never keep it all for me
Well aren't you intrigued, well who wouldn't be?
I can tell so well what others need
Make believe that your eyes
Hold the key to a prize
And your dreams are too sacred to share with the vacant or let out to breed
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The Ranger
02:12
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12. |
Moonlight
02:48
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As I walked out on the streets of Laredo
As I walked out on Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy all dressed in white linen
Slumped in the saddle and cold as the clay
“I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy”
These words he did say as I boldly walked by
“Come and sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die
And make this a letter to my gray-haired mother
And tell her the cowboy that she loved is gone
But please not one word of the man who had shot me
Don't mention his name, and his name will pass on
Get me six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin,
six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Roses to deaden the clods as they fall
Then fetch me a cup, a cup of cool water
To drench my parched lips," the cowboy did say
At once he had spoken, the sun began setting
The streets of Laredo grew cold as the clay
"And play the fife lowly, bang the drum slowly
Play the Dead March as they carry me along
First past the courthouse, and then down to Rose's
I'm a young cowboy, and I know I've done wrong
"Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl, and the wind blows free,"
From the pallid lips of the youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day
"Oh bury me not on the lone prairie,"
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of the youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day
"Oh bury me not," but his voice failed there
And we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave, just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie
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Puckett Electric Kentucky
Self-described as "Psychedelic Americana", Puckett Electric's original rock songs find the complimentary between often
opposing influences. The sound nods to the past but is not retrospective; experimental yet accessible. Based in Chicago and rooted in Kentucky, the songs embrace city fuzz with pastoral feedback.
DIY musician Scott Puckett writes, records, and performs all instruments and voices.
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