It’s a long way down
Grab wilds roots you can
I’ve got my slice of what’s left
And you can take what you can
I’m telling you, I’ve found my way
And age can’t take me from this place
I can’t have you residing over me
And I’ll try to be courteous
But I’ve got something new for you
And I swear, I could never be so kind
Pass on, I could never be indulgent
As you, consume by your own device
I’ll find a way through blood and soil, I’ll find a way.
Hook, Noose, Smile
I still remember
The words you said
I have come to dig bones
Out of this grave
Nothing can stop me now
All of this makes sense somehow
The smile that you hung us with
And the passenger kept by your side
We couldn’t stop it now
From giving in time
All of this makes sense right now
Oh with language
You keep us down
But we have found a whole new way
Of breaking up sound
Hungertown
Welcome to hungertown
Our children are near dead
Our arms are weak and stiff
But our weavers have made you a suit
Won’t you come visit us in hungertown
Please, won’t you come
We’re eager to sell you out votes
And wait until see our lands
They’re empty and they need your plans
When you come, you’ll never leave from hungertown
Take another breath
And smell the air around you it’s death
Well give you the things we need
Just to justify all of our bleeding
And when you come around, remember you can’t leave
The rich, they smile now,
They think they have us figured out somehow
They give us a code, they give us a grid
But nothing justifies all of this bleeding
And when you come around, you’ll never fucking leave.
Restoration Son
Good morning sun,
Where have you been
We’ve needed you around here
All of these clouds
They put them here
They block our dreams of getting out
We will try
Take the blame and run
Virus arms will spread
We will rise above
Good morning sun
Where have you been
Seems all of us have gone blind
All of this blame, they put it here
It stops our, blocks our getting out
We will rise
Take the blame and run
Virus arms will spread
We will rise above
Stars on Flagstaff
Another shooting star
Gone again, gone again
You know how you are
With freedom
Are you leaving
C’mon, I think your arms are bleeding
And if you try, I think you’ll find a better answer
C’mon you’ll find a better answer
Good morning precious
Did you sleep to much
Your eyes, they’ve changed
And now we’re not enough
Heavy dreamer
Are you leaving
C’mon I see your arms are bleeding
And if you try, I’m know you’ll find a better answer
Try, to find a better answer.
West of Cave Hill
The people here are really much too kind
They make me feel warm and true
when the sun sets into the jagged teeth of night
There’s always something inside of me that smiles
The people here are really good friends
And I think I’ve grown to love everyone
As you know I really love the sun
It keeps me so warm and alive
And you know I love the mountains above
But I really got to get back home
The girls in Kentucky smell like wine
And they smoke, and they smack you and they fight
And the jobs suck the life out of everyone
So they drink and they fuck just for fun
And as shitty as it seems, god you better believe
Sometimes I need to go back home
There’s a girl I think I could love
She’s the greatest woman I’ve ever known
And I thank you all for making this feel right
It burns my heart when I say goodbye
You know I really love the golden spun sun
But I’ve got to get back home
You know I really hate to leave this good state
But I really got to get back home
Leaving Postcards
He sits at the bar, waiting for her to come
Fills up the jukebox, repeating her favorite song
He drinks away a dollar, drinks away a few more
With rod Stewart still on the jukebox, he’s heading out the door
She won’t ever come back home
The night takes longer than before
And he can’t find the strength to open up the new doors
He looks out the window, searching for her car
But she’s out drinking with her friends at a different bar
He won’t ever come back home
The morning comes like starch in his broken eye
He curls up against the wall desperate and want to die
He writes on a postcard, “sunrise makes me cry”
Leaves it on the windshield of her car and says good bye
She won’t ever come back home
He won’t ever come back home
He knows she won’t come back home
He knows she won’t come back home
The Talent in Crying
I never had the talent to make you fall in love
To write the perfect love song to make you come undone
And I sing in a whisper, to try and stay in key
So I can try and write the perfect harmony
La – without you I can’t go
I can’t keep a balance the words come out all wrong
But when life is shit and falls apart, you’ll always have this song
If you try to hear it, maybe you’ll come undone
A symphony of broken hearts will make you come undone like it makes me come undone
La – Without you I can’t go, without you I don’t know, please don’t go
Hanging the Moon
Let’s go
We’ll show them hunger
Your sky, my moon
We’ll show them everything
We’ll show them hunger