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Captain Hook
04:07
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she fell in the ocean
she fell off the boat
i pulled her on deck
she went for the throat
consider the difference
of love and of guilt
consider the sameness
of what have built
Pray for me now
Pray for me dear
I took the bait
I made the call
I cut the sails
I stripped the hull
Pray for me now
Pray for me dear
It was a simple delivery
Now the curtain calls
I can take you with me
I can take you all
I pray for you now
I pray for you dear
Because I’m the Captain
Because I’m the Captain
Yes I’m the Captain now
When we slipped the port
In the cover of night
You found your Jesus
And I found mine
Pray for me now
I pray for you dear
Because i’m the captain
Because I’m the captain
Yes I’m the captain now
By hook or by crook
I am the captain of this life
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2. |
The Wind
06:10
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I come from Virginia with nothing in tow
I look out from the train at the Mojave below
Seems like they’re burning here, burning from wind
It seems like they’re always here, with the wind
We pushed through the night and the day and the night
The windows rattling, the wind it did fight
I don’t feel so welcome here, chased by the wind
I feel so exposed out here, lost in the wind
And the wind keeps blowing the sand in your face
And the wind never stops, never pauses, never waits
We know that you’ll like it here
Echos the wind
Kicked out of houses and kicked out of homes
Taken a wife so I’m never alone
And the plains keep drying up from the wind
And the cattle keep dying out, from the wind
And the wind keeps blowing the sand in your face
And the wind never stops, never pauses, never waits
We know that you’ll like it here
Echos the wind
And all the dead horses are crying
As they whip down the mountain, and hiding
And the neighbor’s little shack has gone flying
And what life I had left, has gone awry
has gone awry
...Echos the wind
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3. |
CAGE
01:51
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I never wrote a song in F# minor that I liked
I never drove an American car I could stomach
I never read all those books you lent me
I never want to think about the cage
think about the cage
think about the cage
think about the cage
I never did appreciate your gesture of kindness
I never had a palate for wine
I always look forward to the horizon
I never want to think about the cage
It’s closer than it looks
Like you could fly into it
Reach out and grab my hand
Pull me in
build the bridge a bit
think about the cage
think about the cage
think about the cage
Think about the cage
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4. |
Socially Darwin
05:37
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Blood for blood
wall for a wall
that’s just the natural order for it all
I’m taking care of me first
It’s all you can do in times like these
Gotta buckle down
and bootstrap up
Socially darwin
I’m divesting in the future
trading it for gold
something more intrinsically valuable
Gotta watch my money
You gotta watch your purse
A social contract?
I never signed that.
Socially darwin
I speak my mind
so should everyone else
we are inherently equally respected
If every voice speaks
With excellent clarity and diction
Without stuttering or affect
We’ll get along just fine
Socially darwin
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5. |
Gun (John Cale)
06:33
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Secondary Colors Bloomington, Indiana
Likes: thai food, long walks on the beach, cats.
Dislikes: herring
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