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Dams are for Beavers
04:06
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Dams are for Beavers
Let the wild run free
Cause I'm a believer
In humanity
What did birds do before telephone wires
Did forests exist before we fought their fires
I'm a citizen of sand I'm a California choir
I was raised on songs and moving water
Raised on rocks in the creek
Refrain
On a river in Nepal there's a woman on the wall
With a hammer and a harness and a hundred foot fall
She dams the river and drowns the home
Her family's been living since before she was born
She keeps pounding away, she makes five fifty a day
And the work puts food on the table
Refrain
There's a river in Austin that they a call a lake
And I swear it moves when I really concentrate
Few people in town can tell which way is down stream
It makes no difference at least no one is drowning
Damed fifteen times but who's really counting
At least we have air conditioning
Oh my god
We live in this world, we can’t run away
Oh my god
I’ve been staring at screen, I ain't been out all day
Oh my god
Take me river, take me down to pray
Refrain
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2. |
Nelda Stockman
05:15
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Nelda Stockman was her name
You can’t make up that sorta thing
Skin like a plastic bag
I was the only visitor she had
She stood four feet short
With eyes that always seemed to water
She was old
But she was somebody’s daughter
She didn’t talk much anymore
They didn’t say what for
We'd sit their and hold hands
I’d sing her old country standards
To know the room you’re gonna die in
Does it make you free or make you silent
She was old
But you should have seen her smiling
Between the breathing machines and beeps
I wondered how she’d ever sleep
The TV never stopped
But I never saw her watch it
She kept a military man
Beside her bed in a frame
She was old
And there was nobody to blame
Nelda stockman was her name
You can’t make up that sorta thing
She died in her hospice room
I’d long since moved
I just got a letter
It was typed and numb
Said she was old
And her time had come
The day she passed
Is a day I can’t remember
The day she passed
Was just like the day after
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3. |
The Road
04:29
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Lit out from Texas
Crossed the ancient ocean floor
Wearing down the lanes
Stamped like footprints on the floor
It’s easier to stay
If you know what you’re staying for
Passing tumbleweed and cotton seed
Another mega store
Woah New Mexico
We’re climbing again
The best license plate of any state
A road that finally bends
Flagstaff the blistered pass
Kingman then descend
To the lost Colorado
Walking slowly like a friend
Lately I’ve been thinking
Of all the time that I waste thinking
I’m just happy to be on the road again
And there is nothing like direction
To soften the connection
I'm just happy
To be on the road again
The state where I was born
The hills of California
Semis and endless sky
The desert’s lonesome form
Eyes are closing
Mojoave's frozen
I’m wishing I was warm
The roadside sleep turns tireless
My dear California
I look right to see
The miles of fruit trees
Whipping by in perfect
Dizzying geometry
The tears are all but falling
My hometown is softly calling
I’ve never wanted anything more
Than to pee
I just can’t wait to get there
I just can’t wait to get there
Everything’s going to be better
Yeah I just can’t wait to get there
I’m painfully aware
That I’m a brush of a hair
Away from dying
At the slip of a wheel
And it’s maddening and taxing
As I turn up my distractions
To know that slipping
Is just part of the deal
Lately I’ve been thinking
Of all the time that I waste thinking
I’m just happy to be on the road again
And there is nothing like direction
To soften the connection
I'm just happy
To be on the road again
They say write what you know
So we write songs of the road
They say write what we know
So we rhyme elbow and buffalo
They say write something new
Write what’s right in front you
Even when I close my eyes I see
The black top in front of me
Rushing by coarse and dry
I only see the road
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4. |
15 Minutes in Memphis
03:17
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I tried to forget
The tattoos on her skin
The way I winced to say
I will see you but I don’t know when
The future is hard to predict
I never thought it’d be the bass pro shops
And 15 minutes in Memphis
I was on the road
To Nashville Tennessee
I spent the night in Little Rock
Got up early
Thinking of barbecue and little else
Beans biscuits
And 15 minutes in Memphis
Frankly the details
Have all but swam away
I remember the sturgeon pool
And thinking she said
Something about diamonds
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Her smile her dress
And 15 minutes in Memphis
Sometimes the clock
Has terrible timing
I was standing in line
Her face so close to mine
I had to split
To get on stage and sing about it
I wish I’d known it’d be the last time
Oh 15 minute in Memphis
You read about it
You see it on TV
You hope the day will come
When you get down on one knee
And know for sure
But I don’t believe that shit anymore
And when I think of a kiss
I think of 15 minutes in Memphis
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5. |
Broken
04:39
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My bicycle is broken
It's sat out in the rain
For half a year
A sticky gear
A busted spoke
Rusted chain
An old Raleigh
With a silver frame
My prize possession
First impression
Cost me 50 bucks
But I can't bare to let it go
Admit that I've outgrown
Broken and I love just the same
The storm has finally broken
He said there's no moon tonight
Shooting stars
Late night bars
The Calvary
Is fast asleep
I've never felt this free
So can't we please
Can't we please
Just be afraid
Afraid of all the mystery
Broken and I love you just the same
I’m afraid I’ve finally broken
She confessed to me last night
A cheating man
A bad hand
Motherless
Cannibis
Constipated
Stress related
No intercourse
Since the divorce
I did my best
To hear the rest
She said no one understands what I mean
Began to scream
Broken and I love you just the same
Broken and I love you just the same
A heart that's newly broken
Beats on
What's blue below
Bleeds red outside
A broken heart
Can never hide
The glazed look
You're stuck behind
If I was brave
I'd ask to see
Though you may not agree
Can a broken heart feel love just the same
He said there's nothing broken
But I can't leave my room
The bills are paid
The beds are made
The kids have every game to play
Yesterday is like every day
I've lost the drive
To feel alive
To shed tears
Drink shitty beers
I've taken all
And lost the narrative
With nothing left to give
Broken and I love you just the same
Can a broken heart feel love just the same
Broken and I love you just the same
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6. |
29 Palms
06:23
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I thought I’d join join the army
Cause Dad liked shooting guns
It’s hard enough to please a man
Damned if you’re his son
I sweated every mile
In the concrete and the sun
They shaved my head
And wrote my name next to machine gun
I aced the test, they told me
I’d stay behind the lines
But there’s no such thing as errors
When the command decides
They moved me to the barracks
In palm 29
We were taught to fire to the rhythm
Of die mother fucker die
There’s only two places
The Joshua tree belongs
The gates of heaven
And 29 palms
If you’ve come to find a brother
Brother you’re insane
Is a man in a turban
A man just the same
Blow his ass to hell
And don't complain
The wind always whistled
I forgot the sound of rain
I finally went for help
But help can’t be sought
They pumped me full of pills
And called it suicidal thoughts
Three months in the ward
They said the paperwork got lost
Son, you're just 18
You don’t know what you want
Refrain
Now I’m back on the couch
In Daddy's old place
I stay up all night gaming
And I sleep through the days
He’s happy to have me home
He calls it grace
I’m 21 years old
I can’t look a man in the face
It’s easy to stay bitter
When there’s somebody to blame
But I enlisted
I signed my own name
Dad still goes out shooting
And invites me just the same
There’s a man in a room somewhere
Who thinks it's just a game
The ghost of 29
The grand inquisitor
He pours scotch whiskey
For every senator
He says the people don’t want freedom
They want bread and sugar
I hope the devil writes your name
Next to machine gunner
Refrain
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7. |
Twice as Lonely
03:25
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If I was only
Twice as lonely as you were
I’d call you up
But I’m quite certain
You’ve got more important things to do
Than think of us
Like the edge of the sandbox
Like a slow motion rain drop
There's some things you forget
And some you never will
The shade keeps moving
And I’m stuck in June
With a hankering for anywhere else
Water striders cast shadows
As they dance across the shallows
And goddam don't they look like flowers
Like a bed by the river
Like the moon just a sliver
There's some things you forget
And some you never will
So gas up and fess up
To a smile that’s upside down
Cause it ain’t you who's gonna turn it around
I hope you’re smiling
I hope there’s a diamond ring
Half as bright as you
I hope he’s funny
I hope he calls you honey
But mostly I hope it’s not true
Like the first time on the carpet
Like the rattle before the train hit
There's some things you forget
And some you never will
Some things you forget
And some you never will
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8. |
The River Bends Again
03:28
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The river bends again
Oh the river bends again
The mountains fall away
As it boils to the sea
Oh the river bends again
And the eagle has no friend
Yeah the eagle has no friend
She sits all alone
As the sky turns to gold
Oh the eagle has no friend
And the old canyon wren
Oh the old canyon wren
She brings her song
To the breaking of dawn
Oh the old canyon wren
And the people bow and pray
Oh the people bow and pray
To the gods of old
And the gods of today
Oh the people bow and pray
And will it ever end
Oh may it never end
When the rivers run dry
Won't the mountains cry
And the river will bend again
Oh the salty tears will bend
Oh the salty tears will bend
The mountains will fall away
As it boils to the sea
And the river will bend again
Oh the river will bend again
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9. |
The Beautiful Game
06:21
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Kick the ball with me
One more time
Kick the ball Daddy
Martin was born in England
With two left feet
The son of Irish immigrants
He’d get up early
To watch the weekend games
With bruised shins he’d come home late
And his Dad would say
“Martin," do your work
And put that bloody futbol away
But he’d sneak out to the stadium
Stare up at the lights
And hear them chanting his name
In the beautiful game
The beautiful game
He grew up fast
And he bought a one way ticket
Across the Atlantic to Michigan
For the promise of football
And an education
Away from nails and hammering
But he found snow instead of grass
And weight lifting
And the wrong football on TV
So he took his degree
And he moved down to Texas
To coach a high school soccer team
In the beautiful game
In the beautiful game
And that’s where I met him
He was well into balding
We were on the same men’s league team
And he’d give a half time speech
Every Sunday
To us half listening
It sounded like
Give it all you got
Give it everything
Cause this is everything to me
No other team got a half time speech
And I believed him
And I can still here him say
The beautiful game
The beautiful game
His dad would say
Find something else to do
Maybe football's not the thing for you
But he kept coming back to that 4-4-2
And David Beckham
And Michael Owen
And Rio Ferdinand
And Shaun Wright Phillips
And Steven Gerrard
And Frank Lampard
And Sir Bobby Charlton
And the beautiful game
And the beautiful game
After the cheers and the handshakes and the beers
Martin remains
And he sits with his back to the goal post
Looking almost
Like he’s always sat that way
He cracks a smile
And he lets his hand down
To feel the grass beneath
And he lingers
As he runs his fingers
Through the dirt and the dreams
Kick the ball with me
One more time
Kick the ball Daddy
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10. |
Lullaby
07:25
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Go to sleep
Knowing there’s a man
Writing verses with a wheel in his hand
He’ll get them perfect
Stop and forget again
Say goodnight
Knowing you’ll be alright
Come tomorrow I'll be gone
But hell it’s tonight
I hope it rains all day
So long is strange to say
There’s time to be nasty
Time to hold hands
There’s time to go dancing
There’s always new bands
There’s an ice cream truck
It rains in Los Angeles
But there will never be enough time with me
Go to bed
With good weather in your head
Cause if not today
Tomorrow instead
There’s time to pretend you’re somebody else
Rest assured
The leaves will turn
And there are folks out there
Who want to be heard
And though their voices are spare
They have beautiful things to say
There’s time to go swimming
There’s time for pools
There’s time out of touch
There’s a sky for two
There’s rules and ruts
And ridiculous holidays
But it’s never the right
Time to stay
No it’s never the right
Time to say
Give in to the ground
Knowing you’ll let down
Everyone you love
They’ll be times you’re not proud of
But aint it something
To be slowly spinning round
Go to sleep
Knowing there’s no place
I would rather be
Than face to face
Staring hopelessly
And blissfully awake
There’s time for lovin'
Time for leavin'
There's time for blessin'
Time to sneezin'
There’s time to waste
But no time to lose
And there will never be enough
Time with you
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Jenner Fox Sisters, Oregon
There is something that happens inside a good song. A tootsie roll can take you back to your elementary school playground; the voice of a toothless refrigerator man reminds you to say “I love you.” Jenner Fox tells the stories of people and places with unparalleled compassion and respect. His artful tone, poetry, and fluency on his guitar do something only the brave ones do: let us in. ... more
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