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What The Toll Tells, Two Gallants
What The Toll Tells
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2006

 
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1
Las Cruces Jail Lyrics
Well, I spent last night in Las Cruces jail
Rain and hail, born to fail
Nobody come for to go my bail
Sun, don't you rise no more

I shot one man on the county line
Took his dime and I blew his mind
Now I'm just sitting here, doing time
Sun, don't you rise no more

Well, a restless wind is whistling
Through my window, through my head
Through all the straits that I've survived
And in my hour of darkness
I keep counsel with the dead
Just enough to remind me that I'm alive

I write to the governor to hear my plea
But he don't even answer me
The judge said he's bound to set my spirit free
Sun, don't you rise no more

Well, I spent last night in Las Cruces jail
Rain and hail, born to fail
Nobody come for to go my bail
Sun, don't you rise no more

(Goodnight, my Andalucia
Don't buy all the lies that they feed you
And though you're headed slowly
To some place I can't respect
I'll keep you in my collection of regret)

And that's twenty-one fell by my gun
With bullets in their brains
Just need one more to match my age
Then I'll count my killing done
But I won't deny my name:
Quickest wrist of the chaparral and sage

Now desperate times call for desperate men
I'm just a kid but I'll pretend
My time will come, but until then
Sun, don't you rise no more

(Goodnight, my Andalucia
Don't buy all the lies that they feed you
And though you're headed slowly
To some place I can't respect
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets)

Down the highway, down the road
To infamy I'll ride
I'll take my pardon on the run
With a trail of death behind me
And Deluvina at my side
Two silhouettes against the sun
05:46 224 9,09 ˆ0.10
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Steady Rollin' Lyrics 04:29 224 6,97 ˆ0.10
3
Some Slender Rest Lyrics
And I’m a go make my bed
Tuck in the other side
These confessions are mine
But I’ll not claim a word

This restless parade
Yes I watched it go by
Through the cracks in my palm
Seen them all gone
Some sequence of lives

Well she calls out alone
With the pain in her voice
It’s the wound of betrayal
It’s the weapon of choice

Left her heart on display
Though that she’ll deny
Two tattoos of skin
One of ice one of tin
For the days have gone by

But I ain’t one to reminisce
But close my heart and clench my fists

Now the days swiftly pass
With the chest full of fear
Here the minutes are hours
But the moments are years

And old acquaintances passed
In trios, in pairs
And if they stay or they go
One struggles to know
One struggles to care

But out beyond the Ten Tree walls
The wind blows hard the highway crawls

And if you should pass the James Hotel
Please stop in for I knew you well
But that was oh so long ago
And I never learned how to let go

But when you fear your own faults
And you’re sick of this life
When you’re reckless of hand
And trembling the knife
And all your doors prefer locks
And your death prefers spoons
Why wouldn’t you wait one last laugh at fate
Forever’s too soon

But across the field death bell knells
Listen close hear the toll tell

To run and tell my darling true
My breath is short
My days are few
So please come down
And take my hand
My last demand

And lead me to some slender rest
And please dismiss what I confess
08:57 208 12,89 ˆ0.10
4
Long Summer Day Lyrics
Well, the summer day make a white man lazy

Well, all I've ever known is poor
Owe my skin to the country store
Throw my walls, my roof, my door
But he tells me I'm free
But I fight the will to live
Hell might take but heaven gives
It's the only one so I'll forgive
And Im not the one to grieve

And the summer day make a white man lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
I gotta work to feed my wife and baby
I work so god damn hard that it's a crime

Well, I went down to the polling place
The white men there just laughed in my face
Saying boy, this aint no nigger's race
You best get on your way
Sir, I believe I've got the right
Said you aint got nothing if you aint white
And I thought I said get out of site
Well, what was I to say?

And the summer day make a white man lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
I gotta work to feed my wife and baby
I work so god damn hard that it's a crime

When I was 'bout the age of five
Watched my daddy burned alive
They cut him low and they hung him high
Swayin' in the breeze
The last words I heard him say
Before they stole his life that day
Was forgive them lord, they gone astray
Now take me to my knees

And the summer day make a white man lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
But the summer day make a nigger feel crazy
Might make me do something out of line

Well, I dont know but I heard tell
Of a fungus below a place called hell
And who would catch me if I fell?
Who would pray for me?
But one thing I see for sure
It's hot as hell up here I know
And the devil lives right down the road
It's all the same to me

And a summer day make a white man feel lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
But the summer day make a nigger feel crazy
Might make me do something out of line

But if you should see my wife
Tell her that I wont be home tonight
So dont leave on the light
I got a little buisness down the road
And If I'm dead by sunrise
Kiss my baby girl for me
It aint life if it aint free
I've got a mighty burden to unload
04:55 240 8,14 ˆ0.10
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The Prodigal Son Lyrics
Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
Im well known in story, famous in song
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong

My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease
They'll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake

And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb

Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
So I take to the hills to live savage and free
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me
03:14 224 5,08 ˆ0.10
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Threnody In Minor B Lyrics 09:34 224 14,86 ˆ0.10
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16Th. St. Dozens Lyrics 05:15 224 8,22 ˆ0.10
8
Age Of Assassins Lyrics
Oh when the summer sun come cutting
Like a clean razor blade
And I wake to the day and all the visions I've made
Reached out my hand for the curl of her hair
And whisper my dreams to the girl who's not there
Gather some memory from the night before
Where'd she go? she go, where'd she go?
Screaming of threats and slam of a door

Well I don't know, don't know, don't know
So I look to the window and the city below
From this bed of mine
Where I eat sweet jelly rolls

Think I'll put on my face
I'd like to fix me a drink
'Cause somewhere someone knows just what I think
Last night's but a question that hangs likes a noose
'Round my throat, my throat
Surely tonight, I'll invite its abuse

Well there's no hope, no hope, no hope

Goodness me, oh my
Oh my god, I still might be fine
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from my own daily hate, oh
"Pain is something no one else knows"
That's what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
I said weary weary walk away

So I take to the streets like the dead to the grave
You light me a smoke because it's right to behave
And I'm all juiced up all morning because morning is when
Heros stand tall in the statues of men
And all the pigeons adore me and peck at my feet
Oh the fame, the fame, the fame
Someday they may use my head as a seat

Well I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait

Goodness me, oh my
Oh my god, I still might get by
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from my own daily hate, oh
"Pain is something no one else knows"
That's what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
I said weary weary walk away

When I die alone bury me deep
Way out west past Sunset Street
So I can hear old 29 when she goes rollin' by
And when they come to claim my skin
And I go back where I begin
Place the stones at my head and feet
Tell them all I've gone to sleep

And as the city unravels her metal bedroll
I dirty her sheets with the stumble I stroll
And the people all stop just to watch me go by
With a thirst in my throat and a tear in my eye
So riddle me this while I lend you my soul in a song, in a song, a song
And balance the sky on these shoulders of mine

Until the dawn, the dawn, the dawn

Goodness me, oh my
Oh my god, I still might get by
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from my own daily hate, oh
"Pain is something no one else knows"
That's what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
I said weary weary walk away
08:02 224 12,59 ˆ0.10
9
Waves Of Grain Lyrics
Who has betrayed the deceased?
Such an infamous freedom, such a militant peace.
How dare they distrust.
Do they know who we are?
Your progony's brave, their tract house waiting, pre-plucked and pre-paved:
To the ends of the earth, sweet salvations scar.
But oh no I see them falling.

Let's all pray for rain.
And your children are reared by panic and fear.
But what when your fields are all rotten, your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
Your work is yet done: inbreed us all 'till we're all the same.
Your collection of tongues you keep framed in parlor with your bibles and guns, the fetus of christ with a fistful of scars.
And your vision is clear while you blind your own kind behind a curtain of fear, your words twisted skywards distracted by mars.

But oh no the sky is falling.
Let's all pray for rain.
You pour out your prayers and weep 'cause you care.
But what when all your fields are rotten, your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
And you hide the dead while my friends head to die in your name.
“This playground is yours,” spoke god when you met behind closed doors, “Gesture your hands and the pawns shall subside.”
And though you play alone, you never get lonely, you never get bored.
Who needs a friend when God's on your side?

But oh no I see them falling.
Let's all pray for rain.
And ever I can't pretend we're not near the end.
But what when all your fields are rotten, your waves of grain, amber waves of grain? When your days are done, I hope you've had fun with your game.
And it was written as fact: Behold a white horse with you on it's back, a long dozen.
Arrows locked in your stare.
And the oceans shall rise up and slap of the shores of mountain sides.
Great waves of progress shall wet the air.

But oh no the sky is falling.
Let's all pray for rain.
And you fools in the back with your heads in your hat, what when all your fields are rotten, your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
And my words won't be done, They'll never be done 'till the end.
09:34 224 15,02 ˆ0.10