1. |
Believe Me
03:52
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BELIEVE ME
talking to a friend of mine
she was trying to fix a hole in my hat
she told me it would be ok
but I had to call bullshit on that
you've been talking for an hour
just like Nelson Rockefeller
and I've been drawing a jetpack
on the back of my hand
and I've seen this river down
but not like this before
I can see you don't believe me
but believe me 'cause I'm sure
of course she told me
I'd have trouble crossing over
like a broken down four by four
on the trail of Lewis and Clark
now you're angry because I folded
don't you know this deck is loaded
at least that's what it felt like
as I was walking away
chorus
talking about the Bulls and fools
and all that shit that you like
let's all act up together
it's a goddamn loser strike
heaven hold me doctor told me
I can't worry 'cause the past controls me
it's always the same
there's no one to really blame
and I've seen this river down
but not like this before
I can see you don't believe me
but that just makes me more sure
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2. |
The House on the Road
03:03
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THE HOUSE ON THE ROAD
notice the tree
coming out of the land
reaching up towards the sky like an apple for a hand
the sky is a giant spoon
turned upside down
never shine your silver
when the guests are around
the house on the road
is making me laugh
it looks so grumpy and silent
that I want to take a photograph
how many gentlemen have worked this hard?
how many dogs are buried
back in the yard
big white car driving right on by
blind as a horse with a blanket
over his eyes
where is the rider man
with the tinted glass in his hand?
he's making a toast to the new owners
of the old land
he's making a toast to the new owners of the old land
so notice the tree
coming out of the land
reaching up towards the sky
like an apple for a hand
the sky is a silver spoon
flipped upside down
you should never shine the silver
when the guests are around
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3. |
Troll for You
04:47
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TROLL FOR YOU
these boots look just like battleships
on a sea of old potato chips
this couch it smells like cigarettes and food
my hands are giant lobster claws
that long to touch that hair of yours
but I don't even dare make a move
my legs are longer than a street
the birds keep thinking I'm a tree
did you ever wonder how a monster fells?
to see a girl so beautiful
so perfect and untouchable
so young, yet so genteel
I'm a troll for you
watching your every move
I'm so rough and rude
you're so pretty and smooth
I'm in love with you
what am I going to do?
I'm a troll for you
what am I going to do?
I picture you on saturdays
you clean your house in every way
dressed only in your underwear and saddle-shoes
with arms of satin legs of silk
and breasts that look like bowls of milk
I can't help having bad thoughts when I do
I'm a troll for you
watching your every move
I'm so rough and rude
you're so pretty and smooth
if my eyes had hands you'd feel the heat
between your legs and on those pretty feet
I'm a troll for you
I may be a troll but I'm no fool
I'm going to find a way to you
I can't wait for fairy tales that don't come true
I'll come to your house in a fit
and tear the roof right off of it
and take you like all the other monsters do
I'm a troll for you
watching your every move
I'm so rough and rude
you're so pretty and smooth
I'm in love with you
what am I going to do?
I'm a troll for you
what am I going to do?
if my eyes had hands you'd feel the heat
between your legs and on those pretty feet
I'm sorry I'm a troll for you
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4. |
100 Years of Waiting
02:04
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100 Years of Waiting
To the man who is an island
every shore is reverent
he sees the bridges standing
as monuments to planning
100 years of waiting are hanging on the chain link
the ferry used to cross here
in the shadow of this structure
and when the monster grows the fossil knows
and the carpet shows the only way to bed
is just what she said
and the lovers in the stocking caps have disappeared into the gap ahead
or something like that
to the man who is an island
every shore is reverent
he sees the bridges standing
as monuments to planning
and when the monster grows the fossil knows
and the carpet shows the only way to bed
is just what she said
and the lovers in the stocking caps have disappeared into the gap ahead
or something like that
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5. |
Three Way Valentine
03:31
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Three Way Valentine
a broken leg in a diamond mine
a three way valentine
the typical story line
I wake I walk I whine
and every time you walk on by
a little death and a little life
it's all I'm going to get tonight
but that's alright
because in the face of it all
two eyes a nose and a mouth
a paperback of the fall
it's better than nothing at all
and even though I know you're out there
running around town
I can't help hoping that you'll speak my name
when those assholes let you down
rolling over on my back
burning red beans to black
a self-styled heart attack
all for what but what the heck?
and in the face of it all
two eyes a nose and a mouth
a paperback of the fall
it's better than nothing at all
I count my blessings behind my back
and stir my drink with the straw
that broke the camel's back
and even though I know you're out there
running around town
I can't help hoping that you'll speak my name
when those bastards let you down
and in the face of it all
two eyes a nose and a mouth
a paperback of the fall
it's better than nothing at all
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6. |
The Bullethole
03:07
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The Bullethole
this letter hear before me
it just arrived today
says only what a bullet hole could say
a drive through Alabama
with foxhounds on the road
takes me back to a story so often told
a little girl from Boston
on her way to the Ivory Coast
she really cost me
cost me the most
this letter hear before me
it just arrived today
says only what a bullet hole could say
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The Headless Horseman's Head
he's reading Baudelaire
with white racehorse eyes
no matter what she says
I'm home a lot these days
with cauliflower ears talking
fables and lies
no mater what she says
I'm home a lot these days
I'm home a lot these days wasting valuable time
and if you want to come over that would be fine
the city sleeps tonight
wrapped in the hair on his head
no matter what she says
I'm home a lot these days
he's writing novels up in the sky
like the headless horseman's head
no matter what she says
I'm home a lot these days
and if you want to come over that would be fine
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8. |
Emily's Song
01:54
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Emily's Song
she was know to hold a pocket full of posies
that's what I heard
and I would follow her like Mary's lamb in the stories
that you heard
and even when the wind came howling down
blowing shopping bags all over the town
and even when the branched were laid bare
the girl I meant to please
was looking up at the trees
about then I decided
not to fight it and chase her around
I built a tree house made of Duncan Donut signs
sixty feet from the ground
and now the birds have shown her the door
to my little house in the old sycamore
and Emily Dickenson
would be grateful for what I've done
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9. |
This House is for Sale
00:45
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This House is for Sale
this house is for sale and you know what man?
it's one half brick and one half rail
and as I scratch my story in the arch of her back
I can read my number and it's written in black
in the crotch of her hand
and the stain is in the skin
this house is for sale and only one half mine
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10. |
This Heart of Stone
03:16
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Heart of Stone
there've been so many
girls that I've known
I've made so many cry, and still I wonder why
here comes that little girl
I see her walking down the street
she's all by herself
trying so hard to please
but she'll never break
never, never break, never break
this heart of stone
this heart of stone
what's different about her
I don't really know
because no matter how hard I try
I just can't make her cry
but she'll never break
never, never break, never break
this heart of stone
this heart of stone
so don't go looking
that same old way
if you try acting sad,
you'll only make me glad
you better listen little girl
you better go walking on down the street
I ain't got no love
I ain't the kind that you want to meet
but she'll never break
never, never break, never break
this heart of stone
this heart of stone
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11. |
The Thief
03:17
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The Thief
since seeing her in the hallway
sledgehammers in her eyes
I had a little ankle problem
and it lasted for a while
she took the stage like a burglar
stealing everything in sight
I felt a little draft from my shirt blow into the night
and before I noticed it was gone, so was she
never going to let that goddamn silvertone
anywhere near me
and before I noticed it was gone, so was she
never going to let that goddamn silvertone
anywhere near me
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12. |
Letter to Baltimore
03:31
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Letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
the subject of this
withheld at the authors request
the heroiness left
apparently no forwarding address
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter ....
Nathan Johnson came to town
no sooner lost what he had found
did he try to write it down
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
the subject of this
withheld at the authors request
the heroiness left
no forwarding address
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
Nathan Johnson came to town
no sooner lost what he had found
did he try to write it down
in a letter to Baltimore
buildings burned and the river swelled
the island sank and the city fell
and Nathan lived the tale to tell
in a letter to Baltimore
in a letter to Baltimore
the subject of this
withheld at the authors request
the heroiness left
apparently no forwarding address
In a letter to Baltimore
In a letter ...
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13. |
This Maid of Mine
03:29
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This Maid of Mine
some people tell me
I've got it made
and I believe it's true
I guess that I should not complain
and yet I do
her legs are like a river
that flows beneath the hill
and runs into the secret sea
on which I sail
and on this grey memorial
when the sun forgets to shine
she'll be flying in from Paris France
this maid of mine
this maid of mine
this hourglass
shaped like a heart
and the shovel like a spade
and when you die they dig a hole
of what you're, from what you're
of which you're made
she's looking out the window now
imagine what she sees
and ocean that is waiting
for everything
and on this grey memorial
when the sun forgets to shine
she'll be flying in from Paris
this maid of mine
this maid of mine
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14. |
White Man's Theme
03:24
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15. |
Prayer Song
02:35
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Prayer Song
come talk to me
come set me free
I want to hear from you
and I'll not learn until I do
come talk to me
come set me free
I need to hear from you
and I'll not learn until I do
and when the sky is on the ground
I taste my own medicine
and when you said that you would write
you made it clear that you would not
come talk to me
come set me free
I want to hear from
and I'll not learn until I do
and I'll not learn until I do
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16. |
Hello Dolly
03:27
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Hello Dolly
the lone coyote
pads across the desert
past the empty cans of chili
that he's seen before
the mice and moles all gather around
and form a cheering gauntlet
that's five miles long
hello dolly, I'm coming home
hello dolly, I'm coming home
the sand and wind salute and I don't know
but even the sound of emptiness is hopeful now
the girls in dresses and the ancient men
they're lining up to seize upon
his trembling hand
hello dolly, I'm coming home
hello dolly, I'm coming home
I'm going to take this bag I'm toting
full of wanting and hoping
and set it on your porch and come in
this road it shines and sparkles
but only runs in circles
there's only one place I want to be in
the lone coyote
pads across the desert
past the empty cans of chili
that he's seen before
the mice and moles all gather around
and form a cheering gauntlet
that's five miles long
hello dolly, I'm coming home
hello dolly, I'm coming home
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Whiting Tennis Seattle, Washington
Virginia- born
Buffalo-kid
Seattle-big kid
New York City-art
Seattle-house
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Hello Dolly 1999
Three Leaf CLover 2006
I Do ...soon
----------------------------------------------previously represented by Fin Records, Seattle,
recording, and performing with recording artists
Barb Hunter
Jim Antonio
Jaff Baars
Bill Patton
presently represented by LandFall Records
... more
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