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  1. GREAT band

     

    i haven't checked out this new one yet, but Elysium was one of my fave albums of '04. Out of the Fierce Parade is good too.

     

    i LOVE the album title & cover of the new one already :lol

     

    it sounded really good last night (after a joint), gave it another go this afternoon to confirm and it held up.

     

    they've got that Pretty Girls Make Graves vibe, which i dig...gonna have to seek out the others.

  2. He had 3 whole dollars

    A worn out car

    And a wife who was

    Leaving for good

    Life's made of trouble

    Worry pain and struggle

    She wrote good bye in

    The dust on the hood

    They found a a map of Missouri

    Lipstick on the glass

    They must of left

    In the middle of the nite

     

    And I want to know

    The same thing

    Everyone wants to know

    How's it going to end?

     

    Behind a smoke colored

    Curtain, the girl

    Disappeared, they found out

    The ring was a fake

    A tree born crooked

    Will never grow straight

    She sunk like a hammer in to the lake

    A long lost letter and

    And old leaky boat

    Promises are never meant

    To keep

     

    And I want to know

    The same thing

    I want to know

    How's it going to end?

     

    The barn leaned over

    The vultures dried their wings

    The moon climbed up an empty sky

    The sun sank down behind the tree

    On the hill

    There's a killer and he's coming

    Thru the rye

    But maybe he's the Father

    Of that lost little girl

    It's hard to tell in this light

     

    And I want to know

    The same thing

    Everyone wants to know

    How's it going to end?

     

    Drag your wagon and your plow

    Over the bones of the dead

    Out among the roses and the weeds

    You can never go back

    And the answer is no

    And wishing for it only

    Makes it bleed

     

    Joel Tornabene was broken

    On the wheel

    Shane and Bum Mahoney on the lamb

    The grain was as gold

    As Sheila's hair

    All the way from Liverpool

    With all we could steal

    He was robbed of twenty dollars

    His body found stripped

    Cast into the harbour

    There and drowned

     

    And I want to know

    The same thing

    Everyone wants to know

    How's it going to end?

     

    The sirens are snaking their

    Way up the hill

    It's last call somewhere in

    The world

    The reptiles blend in with the

    Color of the street

    Life is sweet at the edge

    Of a razor

    And down in the front row of

    An old picture show

    The old man is asleep

    As the credits start to roll

     

    And I want to know

    The same thing

    We all want to know

    How's it going to end?

  3. Where are you going I dont mind

    Ive killed my world and Ive killed my time

    So where do I go what do I see

    I see many people coming after me

    So where are you going to I dont mind

    If I live too long Im afraid Ill die

    So I will follow you wherever you go

    If your offered hand is still open to me

    Strangers on this road we are on

    We are not two we are one

    So youve been where Ive just come

    From the land that brings losers on

    So we will share this road we walk

    And mind our mouths and beware our talk

    till peace we find tell you what Ill do

    All the things I own I will share with you

    If I feel tomorrow like I feel today

    Well take what we want and give the rest away

    Strangers on this road we are on

    We are not two we are one

    Holy man and holy priest

    This love of life makes me weak at my knees

    And when we get there make your play

    cos soon I feel youre gonna carry us away

    In a promised lie you made us believe

    For many men there is so much grief

    And my mind is proud but it aches with rage

    And if I live too long Im afraid Ill die

    Strangers on this road we are on

    We are not two we are one

    Strangers on this road we are on

    We are not two we are one

  4. I still remember that time when we were dancing

    We were dancing to a song that I'd heard

    Your face was simple and your hands were naked

    I was singing without knowing the words

    But I started listening to the wolves in the timber

    Wolves in the timber at night

    I heard their songs when I looked in the mirror

    In the howls and the moons round my eyes

     

    So long, so high

     

    Then winter came and there was little left between us

    Skin and bones of love won't make a meal

    I felt my eyes drifting over your shoulder

    There were wolves at the edge of the field

    But I still remember that time when we were dancing

    We were dancing to a song that I'd heard

    Your face was simple and your hands were naked

    I was singing without knowing the words

     

    So long, so high

     

    Then one day I just woke up

    And the wolves were all there

    Wolves in the piano

    Wolves underneath the stairs

    Wolves inside the hinges

    Circling round my door

    At night inside the bedsprings

    Clicking cross the floor

    I don't know how they found me

    I'll never know quite how

    I still can't believe they heard me

    That I was howling out that loud

     

    So long, so high

     

    At times in the frozen nights I go roaming

    In the bed she used to share with me

    I wake in the fields with the cold and the lonesome

    The moon's the only face that I see

    But I still remember that time when we were dancing

    We were dancing to a song that I'd heard

    Your face was simple and your hands were naked

    I was singing without knowing the words

     

    So long so high

  5. And I will stroll the merry way

    And jump the hedges first

    And I will drink the clear

    Clean water for to quench my thirst

    And I shall watch the ferry-boats

    And they'll get high

    On a bluer ocean

    Against tomorrow's sky

    And I will never grow so old again

    And I will walk and talk

    In gardens all wet with rain

     

    Oh sweet thing, sweet thing

    My, my, my, my, my sweet thing

    And I shall drive my chariot

    Down your streets and cry

    'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite

    And I don't know why'

    And you shall take me strongly

    In your arms again

    And I will not remember

    That I even felt the pain

    We shall walk and talk

    In gardens all misty wet with rain

    And I will never, never, never

    Grow so old again

     

    Oh sweet thing, sweet thing

    My, my, my, my, my sweet thing

    And I will raise my hand up

    Into the night time sky

    And count the stars

    That's shining in your eye

    Just to dig it all an' not to wonder

    That's just fine

    And I'll be satisfied

    Not to read in between the lines

    And I will walk and talk

    In gardens all wet with rain

    And I will never, ever, ever, ever

    Grow so old again.

    Oh sweet thing, sweet thing

    Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes

  6. While this town is busy sleeping

    All the noises died away

    I walk the streets to stop my weeping

    But she'll never change her ways

     

    Don't fool yourself

    She was heartache from the moment that you met her

    My heart feels so still

    As I try to find the will to forget her somehow

    Oh I think I've forgotten her now

     

    Her love is a rose pale and dying

    Dropping her petals and man I know

    All full of wine the world before her

    But sober with no place to go

     

    Don't fool yourself

    She was heartache from the moment that you met her

    My heart is frozen still

    As I try to find the will to forget her somehow

    She's somewhere out there now

     

    Oh my tears folded down as I tried to forget

    Her love was a joke from the day that we met

    All of the words all of her men

    All of my pain when I think back to when

    Remember her hair as it shone in the sun

    It was there on the bed when I knew what she'd done

    Tell yourself over and over you wont ever need her again

     

    But don't fool yourself

    She was heartache from the moment that you met her

    Oh my heart is frozen still

    As I try to find the will to forget her somehow

    She's out there somewhere now

     

    She was heartache from the day that i first met her

    My heart is frozen still

    As I try to find the will to forget you somehow

    'Cause I know you're somewhere out there right now

  7. when you've finally thrown up your hands

    poured your heart out, yet nothing stands

    it seems our efforts are wasted

    but yet it hasn't been in vain

     

    unfulfillment is killing you

    seems like no one shares the same view

    we may have never met but

    it might be you who pulls me through

     

    stand up so i can see you

    shout out so i can hear you

    reach out so i can touch you

    this is our emergency

    this is our emergency

    this is our emergency

     

    baby you don't have to be

    a picture in a magazine

    sometimes you're too blind to see

    anything objectively

    just keep on doing your thing right now

     

    listen here take it from me

    we're gonna go it differently

    they'll follow when you start the lead

    strength in numbers is our key

    keep on doing your thing you do now

     

    don't forget that when you doubt

    that anyone will care about

    a thing you do and when you're lost

    someone else is always found

    a thousand voices, are you listening?

     

    the tiny spark that you create

    it can inspire and duplicate

    and soon it spreads from state

    to state from williamsburg to silverlake

    a thousand voices, are you listening?

     

    this is our emergency

    this is our emergency

     

    stand up so i can see you

    shout out so i can hear you

    reach out so i can touch you

    this is our emergency

     

    baby you don't have to be

    a picture in a magazine

    sometimes you're too blind to see

    anything objectively

    just keep on doing your thing right now

     

    don't forget that when you doubt

    that anyone will care about

    a thing you do and when you're lost

    someone else is always found

    a thousand voices, are you listening?

     

    this is our emergency

    this is our emergency

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