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To Truly Be Great
03:07
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Sometimes all it takes to truly be great
is that it’s not so bad as the last time that you tried.
Sometimes all it takes to truly seem great
is that it’s available, it’s harnessed and it’s tried.
There’s an old plank for sitting on,
a roof above for rainfall,
if you’re praying for some heat I guess you’d better pray again.
You could sit closer to me
but then we’d have to explain
how mediocrity showed up at the party again.
Sometimes suffering is just a stupid way of saying,
‘I give up, it’s comfortable enough.’
Put your ear down all the way to floor
and tell me what you hear.
I heard you mumbling in your sleep.
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Burn It Down
05:03
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Feathers, rags and feathers.
Dare we tie our shirts together what if they tear?
My words were so unkind
It was the truth, I’d rather lose a tooth than lie.
Take a break from your working days
Give your hands a chance to play around with some old and dirty things
The sun is sneaking through the threadbare scarf you have tied across my eyes.
Feathers, rags and feathers.
Dare we tie our shirts together what if they tear?
Clouded figure, southern bound.
It’s a shame our memories can’t burn it down.
Clouded figure southern bound
It’s a shame our memories can’t burn it down
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This Dog Is Wed
02:57
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I can’t always be the one
Turning light bulbs into the sun
Hands get tired face gets red
Close your eyes this dog is wed
There’s no suitor waiting out for you
He’s at home dear. He’s trying on my shoes.
Might seem funny that this bitch is spent
But I’ve had cheaper nightmares about paying the rent.
I can’t always be the one turning light bulbs into the sun
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Tie Me Up
03:22
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Like a saw that can’t cut, like a bull with no fight.
I’ll just stay where I lay if I can’t see you tonight.
I won’t shine up my boots I won’t button up my shirt.
There’s no meat and no gravy and not a single dessert.
Like a wheel held on a pin hold me up and watch me spin.
We’ll just gather up our strength cause nobody needs to win.
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Fitting Room
06:03
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She told him to try on a bottle of whiskey.
She thought that it might be the way
To battle a case of acute hypertension
And cut off the end of the day.
She told him to try on his new striped shirt.
She thought that it might be the way
To get back a part of his lost motivation
And keep him from drifting away.
But it all comes down to a stupid quote on a wrinkled page in my overcoat.
To a jealous girl with a diamond ring and an easy chair she’s just borrowing.
The truck’s on the lawn and the house looks so small.
He can barely see how to get in.
He’ll just dive with his hand on his eyes and his heart
And pray that the door’s not too thin.
But it all comes down to a stupid quote on a wrinkled page in my overcoat.
To a jealous girl with a diamond ring and an easy chair she’s just borrowing.
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Unmade Bed
01:40
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The bed is unmade, the dishes still to do
I was lying in the yard just waiting for you.
The smoke tastes like leather, your skin smells like rain.
I was waiting for those lips to help me push back the pain.
You’re working all the time, you’re stronger than you look.
I’m a bent and battered stray, I’m a sentimental crook.
I have sympathy for the ones who are left in a cloud of indecision
In the dust of regret.
I’ll do the dishes and I’ll make the bed.
We’ll keep each other warm and we’ll keep each other fed.
I have sympathy for the ones who are left in a cloud of indecision
In the dust of regret.
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Undercover
03:47
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Don’t look I’m under cover
You can never leave this town.
I’m just a stranger not your lover
You can never leave this town.
My accent is acquired
You can never leave this town.
I’m just one voice in a choir
You can never leave this town.
That make-up makes you look
Like you’re the star of this funeral.
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The Mistake
02:37
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The mistake we make is always being free
Just to starve and drown in this time of plenty.
Look a little further down maybe we don’t need
Quite so much attention as we all make believe.
The mistake we make is making it alone
Even egomaniacs like us need a home.
The mistake we make is making it alone.
The mistake we make is making it alone.
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Milwaukee group Hello Death walks the edge of the folk genre with heart wrenching cinematic compositions.
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