1. |
Slow Row
03:06
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Slow row to freedom,
Blind eye to see,
When you're stricken to slavery,
In the old penitentiary.
You Fight!
A gentleman's guide to murder very well may be,
A war or two, or four, or three.
Fill the world with Love, not sadness,
Tear a haunting in madness.
Slow row to freedom,
Blind eye to see,
When you're stricken to slavery,
In the old penitentiary.
You Fight!
So lace up your boots and buckle your belt,
Fill the world with Love and repent.
Then you'll be a terror in the night,
A gentleman's guide to fight.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Slow row to freedom,
Blind eye to see,
When you're stricken to slavery,
In the old penitentiary.
Slow row to freedom,
Blind eye to see,
When you're stricken to slavery,
In the old penitentiary.
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2. |
She Falls
03:05
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She took a train,
though it ain't too far.
She crossed the country,
played every dive bar.
Her guitar and her hardship
were felt by all.
Just before she'd fall, fall, fall.
Keep your head held high,
stop the beat.
As you play the world,
you play the street.
Keep your head held high,
stop the beat.
As you play the world,
you play the street.
Now don't look back,
just don't let go.
Time will only go to show.
Life is long,
And tears are strong.
Someone might just
hear your song.
Keep your head held high,
stop the beat.
As you play the world,
you play the street.
Keep your head held high,
stop the beat.
As you play the world,
you play the street.
Keep your head held high,
stop the beat.
As you play the world,
you play the street.
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3. |
Dead Emily
03:18
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On the fourteenth day,
of the fourth month,
of the forty-ninth year
of nineteen hundred,
Emily Armstrong was murdered,
left torn to wonder.
This not a lengthy tale,
a London fable,
or a fairy tale.
Emily Armstrong was murdered,
no suspect would prevail.
And she was made to be:
immortalized and publicized,
like the puppet.
And the whale,
the whale,
the whale,
the whale,
the whale.
That dreary night,
I fought my fight,
surrendered to the gods.
Oh rest in peace,
Dead Emily,
I'll see you in the stars.
So what happened to Dead Emily,
what happened to her life?
How could a man kill a girl,
before she was a bride.
Oh come to me, Dead Emily,
I see you in my sleep.
Let me in on your secrets.
I swear to God I'll keep.
And she was made to be:
immortalized and publicized,
like the puppet.
And the whale,
the whale,
the whale,
the whale,
the whale.
That dreary night,
I fought my fight,
surrendered to the gods.
Oh rest in peace,
Dead Emily,
I'll see you in the stars.
Stars,
Stars,
Stars,
Stars.
Dead Emily,
Ill see you,
In the stars.
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4. |
Onie Wheeler
02:26
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He was Onie Wheeler,
He was Clarence Nash.
She was swimmin' down the river,
She's be full of Cash.
Busted old guitar shop,
In a good ol' Nashiville town.
Won't be enough for the ol' man
to stop and settle down.
Onie Wheeler's lifetime
was only to achieve,
a little folk, a little joke,
a whiskey, and nice long toke.
A nice long toke.
A nice long toke.
A nice long toke.
Next time you start to wonder,
"Will I ever be?"
Remember Onie Wheeler,
the folk prodigy.
Born in good ol' Nashville,
Nashville, Tennessee.
But it stood as time would say,
it's easy as it seems.
Onie Wheeler's lifetime
was only to achieve,
a little folk, a little joke,
a whiskey, and nice long toke.
A nice long toke.
A nice long toke.
A nice long toke.
O Onie O.
Onie O.
Onie O.
Set me free.
Onie Wheeler's lifetime,
Nashville, Tennessee.
He loved the whiskey,
and to smoke, smoke the tree.
I said Onie O,
i said Onie O,
I said Onie O,
Set me free.
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5. |
Gave Up On Givin'
04:10
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You were the perfect amount
of weird, scary and beautiful.
My heart was busted and hollow
to all burnin' versions of Hell.
Oh, if I gave up on givin',
closed my eyes only to see,
then the world still gives me beauty:
Beholder's eye to see.
Oh, if I gave up on givin',
closed my eyes only to see,
then the world still gives me beauty:
Beholder's eye to see.
Oh.....
What's broken will still shatter
upon your life for years.
Hold out your heart,
tear down your wall,
and conquer all your fears.
If painless stands together,
alone with broken hearts,
the one who teared up now,
can unbreak your broken heart.
Oh....
Oh, if I gave up on givin',
closed my eyes only to see,
then the world still gives me beauty:
Beholder's eye to see.
Oh, if I gave up on givin',
closed my eyes only to see,
then the world still gives me beauty,
beholder's eye to see.
Oh, if painless stands together,
alone with broken hearts,
the one who teared up now,
can unbreak your broken heart.
Oh...
Oh, if I gave up on givin',
closed my eyes only to see,
then the world still gives me beauty:
Beholder's eye to see.
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