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Ballad For The Trees
05:33
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BALLAD FOR THE TREES
Every age is without precedent
Every hour is the great unknown
Still I wonder if we've finally broken with
How to be alone
How to be alone
Have we stripped ourselves of context
Are we drowning in the seas
Of facts that come too easily
And friends we never see
Friends we never see
Here's a song for the Acacia
Here's a song for honeybees
Here's a song just for everyone
Writing down their dreams
Or a ballad for the trees
There's a wanderer among us
With a battered freeway sign
If her words are blurred by weary purpose
They sound just like goodbye
Sound just like goodbye
There are boats on rising rivers
There are reconvening tribes
While the western winds are gathering
And our seeds take to the sky
Our seeds take to the sky
Chestnut, Oak and Cottonwood,
Balsam, Fir and Juniper
Hemlock, Hawthorn, Sassafras
Eastern White Pine in the grass
Here's a song for the Acacia
Here's a song for honeybees
Here's a song just for everyone
Writing down their dreams
Or a ballad for the trees
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Live and Never Learn
04:24
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LIVE AND NEVER LEARN
Live and never learn
Oh, live and never learn
Find another bridge to burn
Live and never learn
Good intentions are well and good
But they won't get you out of the neighborhood
They won't feed you or let you stay the night
They'll lead you straight into a fight
Live and never learn
Oh, live and never learn
Find another bridge to burn
Live and never learn
Well I try so hard to do what's right
That don't get me through Friday night
When Old Scratch gets back in my ear
And the beatitudes drown in my beer
Live and never learn
Oh, live and never learn
In this bar that is my life
I scratch the table with a broken knife
Every sentence, every slight
Every way I treated her unkind
Every promise I knew I'd break
Every friend looks the other way
Every leap I ever took
Halfway down let's take a look
Live and never learn
Oh, live and never learn
Find another bridge to burn
Live and never learn
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White Cross
04:14
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WHITE CROSS
I saw her on St. James street
She looked the other way
Now all the uptown hustlers
Say the deal has been delayed
Good friend, if you're a gambler
Don't bet on me too long
Cause the angels say they love me
But they know I took their song
Now I do another white cross
That's the country blues
It's the only thing
I ever learned to do
Well the good times didn't suit me
I had to taste the pain
In the Oyster Palace back room
Where the night was always day
And I played a little guitar
And I dealt a lot of stud
With the spirits round my ankles
Like Mississippi mud
Now I do another white cross
That's the country blues
It's the only thing
I ever learned to do
SOLO
Well the first one goes down bitter
Then you kind of like the taste
And someone had to lose
Payback happens every day
If you play the devil's music
You know he likes to come along
I know the angels love me
Even if I did them wrong
On the hill I see a white cross
Sing the country blues
It's the only thing
I'll never ever lose
Whoo Whoo Whoooo
Whoo Whoo Whoooo
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Stoned With Melissa
04:52
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STONED WITH MELISSA
I got stoned with Melissa every day of the week
Until she had to fly
I got stoned with Melissa every day of the week
My old lady asked me why
You get stoned with Melissa every day of the week?
Yeah Yeah
Every day of the week Yeah
Sitting in Melissa's basement
With her black and white TV
Watching Trading Places
She hates Eddie Murphy
I haven't worked since Christmas
She's still on the dole
Drinking yesterday's coffee
Popping day old donut holes
I got stoned with Melissa every day of the week
Until she had to fly
I got stoned with Melissa every day of the week
My old lady asked me why
You get stoned with Melissa every day of the week?
Yeah yeah
Every day of the week Yeah
Melissa knows how to garden
Both her thumbs are green
She's got arugula, she's got sativa
That's everything I need
My old lady backs out the driveway
That's when I hop the fence
I'm Peter Rabbit I'm gonna grab a
Little vacation from common sense
Melissa knows how to party
She's a deeper bite of my story
Tender music for beauty and togetherness at the end
At the end
The end
Is this the end
This appears to be the end
Why is this the end
She's going
She's flying
She had to fly
She had to fly
Fly
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Poour Me
03:47
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POOUR ME
Poour me, poour me, poour me
Poour me more wine
It's been a hard week
I know that ain't unique
My boss is a freak
The 80s was his peak
But on Friday afternoon
I like to sing a couple of tunes
There's nothing left to lose
I got the 110 split lane blues
Poour me, poour me, poour me
Poour me more wine
Well Monday I pulled a double
Tuesday I got in trouble
Wednesday I ate a bad burrito
Thursday had to detour Alameda
Friday I was tracking down a bottle or three
There's no OT when you work at SC for
Poour me, poour me, poour me
Poour me more wine
I don't got nothing new
I don't have to talk to you
I don't have to tie my shoe
Or work on my hairdo
You can pour a little more when you're sitting on my floor
If you can't find the door better pour a little more
For the poor and the chore of getting off the floor
Guess I better not
Have no more for
Poour me, poour me, poour me
Poour me more wine
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Planet Earth
03:59
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PLANET EARTH
I thought I saw a magical train
It was just a long shopping mall in the rain
From the corner of my eye
and a wish from my brain
that turns a shopping mall into a train
it's easy, it's so easy
I was a little bit edgy cuz I had my mama's pills
In the trunk of my car
she was over her ills
While pain remained but not with her
I guess I need a little something
to live
on planet earth, planet earth, planet earth
I saw that trail winding off into the hills
I pulled over the car and got the good kind of chills
to make the turn and take the chance
away to another life
up in the rafters
on planet earth, planet earth, planet earth
I don't mind leaving, I handle the pain
I do mind dying, I do miss the rain
I do miss the rain, I do miss the rain
I do miss
on planet earth, planet earth, planet earth
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7. |
The Last Man in Tujunga
04:41
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Well the summertime is over C
And the hills have caught on fire
Santa Ana’s blowing
Smoke across this sun lit shire
I can’t remember September
Ever hurting quite this much
I’m losing you like all the others
But that’s no change in my luck
And I’m almost out of minutes
And I’m almost out of bullets too
There’s one more in the fridge
You must be out on the bridge
We’re breaking up and I’m losing you
Now the winds are getting stronger
And the smoke is getting thick
I don’t know if this will go awfully slow
Or terribly quick
They say the flames have just crossed foothill
And I’m starting to feel the heat
I can hear my loser neighbor
Panic in the street
And I’m almost out of minutes
And I’m almost out of bullets too
There’s one more in the fridge
You must be out on the bridge
We’re breaking up and I’m losing you
You want off the phone
You want me to go
You were always after satisfaction
Wouldn’t like to know
If I’ll be here tomorrow
Please hold on I think the roof’s collapsing
Now the flames are licking at the gates
Of my own private hell
I’m the last man in Tujunga
As far as I can tell
Now I know this conversation
Is coming to an end
I’ll be floating through the ether By the time you reach Marin
And I’m almost out of minutes
And I’m almost out of bullets too
I'm gonna shoot 'em in the sky
I think I'm gonna die
We’re breaking up and I’m losing you
The last man in Tujunga
Still loves you
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8. |
Singing in the Wind
03:41
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SINGING IN THE WIND
I visit graves when I go to the country
Churches haunted, de-sanctified
Mossy tombstones
Fallen over
Too worn to read or shed a tear for
Well worn hearts
And angel wings
I love to hear
The willow sing
Singing in the wind
Singing in the wind
Corncrakes flee the stinging rain
Over stones of priests and blackguards
Hungry Heathcliff, Catherine and Edgar
Still walk the moors, unsatisfied
All that trouble
All the worry
The old cold turf
Cools the fury
Singing in the wind
Singing in the wind
In dreams I fly the hills of Down
Cold Drumballyroney
The whispers of the lonely
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
All that trouble
All the worry
The old cold turf
Cools the fury
Singing in the wind
Singing in the wind
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9. |
My Parka Saved Me
03:43
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MY PARKA SAVED ME
I got stoned after breaking up with my boyfriend
and be became a born again christian
so I decided a drive right down to the lake
and the lake was frozen and there was snow everywhere
As I was a driving
a drunk driver hit me head on
And I spun like a donut
and the glass went flying
but my parka saved me from the glass
My parka saved me
my parka saved me
My parka saved me
From the glass
And he owned a liquor store
and he didn't any insurance
so we sued him
and we drank for free all through high school
all the booze I could ever drink
We just went down to the liquor store
until mom poured it down the sink
My Parka
My Parka
My Parka
It was my brother's
and it saved me from the glass
From the glass
my parka saved me
From the glass
my parka saved me
From the glass
my parka saved me
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KING OF THE ROSEMEAD BOOGIE
King of the Rosemead boogie
Hocked himself a loogie
Spit in the air
just like he didn't care
stood everywhere
With the saving stare
Cuz he knows
where all the days go
After the sun has set
and the heat ain't around
He pulls up his dress
And tugs his wig down
And give you a wink
and he shows you some pink
will you buy him a drink
Help him out of that mink
Two Jacksons and a toke
Some shatter and some coke
The Capacity of Dope
At the Highway Host
He's the King of the Rosemead Boogie
He's the king, it's a thing, he's the king
For a moment you finally feel alive
Pull the car down to the end of Raymond Drive
He's the king of the Rosemead boogie
Studied guitar with Shuggie
He takes a second hit
and it gives him a fit
And he knows he should quit
But you just can't fight the life
It ain't a wife
put away the knife
It's the righteous path to understanding
He's the King of the Rosemead Boogie
He's the king, it's a thing, he's the king
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11. |
Tearing Me In Two
03:01
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Tearing Me In Two
Tearing me in two
Tearing me in two
Once I went riding
Alone in my field
Away from my family
And a decent man's responsibilities
You need time to be anxious
Idle hands are heaven's tool
I slept until the night fell
Awoke amidst the runes
Tearing me in two
Tearing me in two
Tearing me in two
It takes no time to be weightless
Walk on grass walk on air
They'll collect you in the gravel
It unravels at the gavel
Tear me in two
Tear me in two
Tear me in two
Once I went riding
Alone in my field
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Spinning
04:21
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SPINNING
Spinning pages of your mind
Spin like twine
Spinning pages of your mind
Unraveling time
Spinning
Spinning out of time
Spinning twine
Unraveling time
Forgotten memories revealed in dreams at night
I See your face but can't recognize
In waking light
Fantastic colors clear and bright
Return in the middle of the night
Fantastic colors clear and bright
Return in the middle of the night
Spinning
Spinning out of time
Floating fossil from the unknown
Lost forever
Where did it go
A treasured gave that you gave to me
A long time ago
Spinning ball of twine
Unravel your mind
Spinning ball of twine
Unravel your mind
Spinning
Spinning out of time
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13. |
The Isolation Mountains
03:28
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THE ISOLATION MOUNTAINS
Well the candlelight rules
Till the rising of the moon
And the weary sad souls surrender
A candle and the moon
Some drink and then a tune
And we can all return to our journeys
To the Isolation Mountains
The Isolation Mountains
I was pleading with the stars
You turned your back on Mars
Our pillow was the river to the fields
The sun is for plants
The moon is for animals
And we belong to neither
Our souls are in the ether again
And when the morning broke
From horizon spoke the spokes
Of our futures returning to guide us
A candle and the moon
libation and a tune
We can all return to our journeys
To the Isolation Mountains
The Isolation Mountains
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14. |
Stop Me
03:51
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STOP ME
Stop me, oh stop me
I'm staring into the sun
It's too beautiful
Day is done
Oh, stop me
Somebody stop me
Stop me, I'm walking on the street for too long
Trying to find my way to a beautiful dawn
Oh stop me
Somebody stop me
I'm staring into the sun
This used to be fun
I'm starting to believe there's no prize to be won
Stop me, stop me
From falling in the clouds
Supper's on the table
and the sun is going down
Oh, stop me
somebody stop me
I'm staring into the sun
Just want to have some fun
Just like the sweepstakes said
maybe I've already won
Oh stop me
And here we are
And there it is
And so farewell
Till once again
And maybe in the never been
We just might pass
This way again
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I See Hawks in L.A. Los Angeles, California
I SEE HAWKS IN L.A. formed in the first year of the 21st century on a desert journey that has led to ten releases, UK/Europe and U.S. tours, and way too much fun. Alt country folk rock with rich harmonies and a way outsider approach to Americana. See them live! Top Ten Americana Releases, MOJO ... more
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