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Be There Then
01:35
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Day After Day
01:48
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there’s an old dam a-rising, there’s an old river dying, look at all the fish a-trying day after day. what more can they do, with no current pushing through? looks like we sold the sea for electric-i-ty. there’s an old dam a-killing me day after day.
there’s another wall they’re building, there’s some more water spilling, listen to the river spilling out across the land for the cities and their crops, your apples and your hops. it’s what the people need but what can the forest eat? there’s another wall they’re building everywhere I turn.
look at all the salmon jumping, listen to their hearts a-thumping, hearts that guide them from the ocean back home to their streams. and they can’t hold their breath for that old dance o’ death, they’ll just close their eyes and feel that breeze. there’s an old dam a-killing me day after day.
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3. |
Port Nowhere
02:59
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they live in rent controlled apartments
they live off high rise avenues
they hate their 9 to 5 existence
but they love those row houses on Q
they take the train into the city
they work for 50 bucks a day
they don’t love their jobs but the paycheck’s pretty steady
never ask for much cause they were raised that way
they take their lunch breaks in a stairwell
pray to the gods of the corner store
in the banks, the bars, the hotels, and casinos
they test their luck for a taste of a little more
they live in tenement apartments
they set their 6 o’clock alarms
all the sleepless stress, yes, the cigarettes might kill them
and they just hope to die inside their lover’s arms
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Iconoclasts
02:36
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6. |
Artifact #2
02:34
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The rain just aint coming like it oughta anymore. Musta broke down on some avenue. It might hitch to California on a flat bed from Duluth, and I hope we catch it in the mood.
Nothin sadder than a gutter begging for water from the roof
Nothin louder than a cloud when a storm is overdue
Says the summer to the river, "think I’m lost without you"
As sure as corn at a carnival
Rebels on the radio
Poison in a parable
Stars becoming animals I need you
Snow isn’t falling from the places that it used to. Maybe found another route. And if it never comes again, I’ll always remember when it filled up my entire boot
Nothin sadder than a gutter begging for water from the roof
Nothin louder than a cloud when a storm is overdue
Says the new year to a blizzard, "think I’m lost without you"
As sure as flowers at a funeral
Cannonballs in swimming holes
Stars becoming cannibals
You are nothing short of a miracle it’s true
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7. |
Friendship Archives
01:40
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I saw a fish in the hood canal
I saw a comet in the puget sound
They’re nothing more than memories that say,
“Come on baby try to catch me.”
I caught a taxi in Martinique
Escaped the snow in the Chesapeake
Heard a voice on the radio say
“Uh oh, oh no, big volcano!”
Tuned my guitar to open C
Then my baby she waits for me
“You’re like an engine that’s sputtering,
so headcase-y, spacey, starry.” Sorry.
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8. |
Crystal Glass Dances
01:54
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I'm standin' on the rock, Vanzetti
Standin' on the rock, Vanzetti
Standin' on the rock, Vanzetti
Where people like you have stood
I see the tourists, Vanzetti
Around your Plymouth Rock
Black glasses, sun goggles, and glasses
Smoked glasses to block out the light
I see 'em come here as you've seen 'em
I see lots more than you saw
I see 'em in fast running cars
You seen 'em in wagons and carts
These tourists don't see you, Vanzetti
The salesmen and gamblers' on tour
Your footprints are dim an' your trail has sprung weeds
And their tourist map don't show you there
The trade union workers, Vanzetti
Will vacation here and will tour
This rock, and this town, and Plymouth around
When statues have souls like yours
Your picture is painted, Vanzetti
Your words are carved 'round the frames
Your songs and your poems and workin' folks' dreams
Will flame with our greatest of names
Your name I'll paint on my porters
My streets, my mountains and shops
Your hopes that you hoped and the dreams that you dreamt
I'll see that your work never stops
Those talks for the workers, Vanzetti
I'll chisel 'em down on the rock
I'll tell every worker to fight like you fought
Like the fish that end up on this dock
I'll scatter your words on my waters
To the ships and the fishes and gulls
I'll cast your fish cart in metal so fine
And push it around this world
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Salmon on the run
Sockeye, coho, pink, and chum
Started a union
Striking in the sand
For a working river and
No Grand Coulee Dam
Concrete wall of death
Settler expansionist’s
pastures of plenty
Big atomic bomb
Harvesting plutonium
Water’s no weapon
Let the river run
For the sockeye, king, and chum
No more obstruction!
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13. |
Stepwise
02:42
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14. |
7 cycles
01:43
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15. |
The Drain Song
03:04
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When I was younger I’d turn on the bath
Stare down the drain and fill up my glass
Not a lick more, not a drop less and pretend it was my last
Now when I’ve got something to get off my chest
I pull up a chair and untangle the mess
The bones in my fingers pressed down on the neck of this old guitar
It’s always right wing, left wing, chicken wing
Blue collar red county’s valleys are green
I don’t blame the colors I just wanna think about the ironies, mhmm
Sometimes I feel empty, sometimes I could scream
Sometimes I believe in the words that I sing
Songs about fish that ask me to dream of a wetter world somewhere
This morning I woke up and couldn’t feel my toes
Then luna got foxtails pulled out of her nose
Some days are shitty that’s just how it goes but you can stick around, if you want to
So I rolled out of bed and turned on the bath
Looked down the drain and couldn’t help but laugh
Yesterday’s troubles, just like that, they washed away
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16. |
Funeral Reversal
01:17
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17. |
Exist Strategy
02:32
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Billionaires in the atmosphere
Hunger is still the first frontier
How would you know evil if you met it?
It talks like a cancer, baby, don’t you forget it
Its teeth are black and its tongue is spotty
It wants to live forever, wants to leave its body
Slumlord cowboy, criminal employer
UNION-BUSTING-STAR-DESTROYER
Says space is strange but it’s kinda funny
The sun’s out all day and we’re still in It for the money
Building a warehouse, a colonial mansion
Mining the moon, holding the stars for ransom
Billionaires in the atmosphere
Hunger is still the first frontier
And if eating the rich seems a bit unfair
Just remember that hunger is still the first frontier
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