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Intro
01:02
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2. |
Michigan Man
04:41
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three of my friends
two of them may be dead
finding why you went away
i know what i'll do
i'll take your hand
i'll make you understand
life is like a poker hand
i'll find my friends
i'll see them standing there with their hands and their pockets and i'll say:
"i'll take good care of you, i'll make sure everything's okay, nothing like this is ever gonna happen again."
he's in his car
he can't get it to start
drives his car into a car
he don't know what to do
hospital bed
he cannot move his head
thinks about the mess he's in
and how's he gonna pay the bills and when he's doing the math the doctor comes in and he says:
"you are okay
we are all okay"
we've got a problem
let's talk it over
we've gotta find a way
words to forget about all the things we've said
clouding the meaning
dictate the clearing
drawing on the blackboad
backwards and forwards
look at the lines drawn
now let your mind erase
he's got a concept
he's got a plan
he's got a custom
he's got a gun
he's got a fortune
he's got some useful literature
he's got a problem
he's got a god
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3. |
Sandra
06:59
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The wind blew a breeze on her side, cold and blue,
while she clicked about on the concrete towards the balustrade.
Meeting the Green River each night in secret,
had become a particular fancy she couldn’t come to comprehend
but held to habit, nonetheless, as an impulse without an impulse to combat it
mechanized to cue
like the several cordial letters she’d written and scrapped
because she had nothing left to say to you
Sandra watched the moonrise slowly, mirrored
in the river running by it drowned her mute reflection
Since last springtime, the wanton ides of march,
The fertile treasures of her tender heart had long been heaven spent,
And not repaid, for the death of the king didn’t change
The fact that the truth is not merchandise, bought and sold,
Nor any longer a warm pair of drunken eyes
planted in thick skin, rotten root of her love paroled
Finally free, and with nothing left to suffer
Sandra swam the abyss and leaned forward towards the water
The rhythm of her fate, like a timepiece ticking,
Rocked her rigidly towards her untimely death
The only witness of the scene, a barter, but a humble man too
Not compromised by his occupation
Said when she gave up her ghost the clouds opened up
And thundered, “don’t worry child, I have not forsaken you"
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4. |
Noah
04:30
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hay una lagrima p'atras de todo
hay una sima que llamara noah
no se si hay alguna palabra mejor
llorare por la vida pesima de noah
llorare cuando le recuerdo a noah
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5. |
Died
08:41
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we cannot force them to be honest
we cannot hope they maintain
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