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Song and Dance Man
03:09
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Enough about the fever,
and enough about the pain.
Long dismissed as nothing,
it'll rob your mind of sane.
Opened up the covers,
like it opened up your mind.
Not wanting to adhere,
by your labels all the time.
We're bringing down the city,
like we're bringing down the sky.
We're bring up Ginsberg,
and the wetness in your eyes.
Forget about the water,
and forget about the air.
We've alluded to drugs,
like the clothes that you must wear.
I think of myself as a song and dance man,
slipped by a page.
And I run from the long, hard road,
at the end of the day.
Transcendental people,
leaving transcendental stains.
A rescue on the weekend,
ain't nothing you can attain.
Enough about the fever,
and enough about the pain.
Long dismissed as nothing,
it'll rob your mind of sane.
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Absentee
03:45
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Let's get married this Friday afternoon,
with only the judge and me and you,
in this tiny hospital room.
Just five years ago I was,
in service to the lord above,
one look at her and I was done,
and I don't regret the path I've come.
(chorus)
Just let me cast absentee,
'cuz I won't be here next week.
Yea, sure, I'm going to south Chicago,
that for me is easier to swallow, than this:
I'm going now,
I'm saying bye,
no one knows,
what happens when,
love leaves your eyes.
Well Sunday came too soon,
and I left you what to do.
Just put me down in the morning dew,
just the ground and me and you.
(chorus)
I'm going now,
I'm saying bye,
no one knows,
what happens when,
love leaves your eyes.
I'm going now,
I'm gonna try,
to find you in,
another life,
'cuz no one knows...
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Silverton Mines
04:36
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Got out of work,
a quarter past five,
head into town just a little too high.
Don't care where we go,
as long as we ride,
ridin' with the boys from the Silverton mines.
She was horse drawn,
over stoney pass,
runs a little funny but don't you laugh.
She's a little too slow,
and a little too fast,
crankin' up the engine and puttin' in the gas.
(chorus)
Fill 'er up,
we're heading on out,
going down to Durango town.
And if we make it over the pass,
the snowfall's coming and we might not,
might not look back.
I'll tell you straight up,
ain't gonna lie,
been drinkin' some whiskey and I'm itchin' to drive,
the sooner we crash, then the sooner we die,
and we won't have to work in those Silverton mines.
(chorus)
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Every Other Time
04:08
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These men are not snipers,
oh, how the stray bullets fly.
These men cannot find things,
the basics we need to survive.
Over and under, but never on top,
these men cannot wonder,
when will the guillotine drop?
(chorus)
When will everything come through?
When will they come for you?
What will your children do,
when you are broke into?
When will we toss the lines,
'tween what is yours and what is mine?
When will they redefine,
like promised every other time?
It took a one hundred year storm,
to bring this to privileged light.
These men were always dirt poor,
and that hasn't changed overnight.
Their life has become a parade,
that people pay cheaply to watch on a Saturday,
a Saturday.
So go ahead and barricade the doors,
we'll sleep 'till the next morning light.
And don't fret yourself none over this,
these men can fight their own fight.
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I was standing by the window,
on a cold and cloudy day,
when I saw the hearse come rolling,
for to carry my mother away.
(chorus)
Can the circle be unbroken,
bye and bye, lord, bye and bye,
there's a better home awaitin',
int he sky, lord, in the sky.
So I told the undertaker,
undertaker, please drive slow,
for this body that you are hauling, lord,
I hate to see her go.
(chorus)
So I followed so close behind her,
tried to hold up and be brave,
but I could not hide my sorrow,
when they laid her in her grave.
(chorus)
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Oh, ma, I write to you now,
from a place at the bottom of things.
It's great little Susie has started school now,
I can imagine the excitement that brings.
Don't worry about me, ma,
I'm doing just fine.
They keep us fed well and warm.
At night time there's hardly a cloud in the sky,
and I forget that my boots are outworn.
(chorus)
Oh ma, I miss you all so much,
but I know there's a job to be done.
It's hard to describe the things that we done here,
and I don't know at what price they'll come.
Well, ma, it's getting late,
and we have to be up at dawn.
We'll march until sunset and then sit and wait,
and I'm only on day 61.
(chorus)
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Rite Of Spring
04:01
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Who wrote this fiendish "Rite of Spring?",
across the battlefields it rings,
and how that way they are dancing,
it's crash clash bing bang bing.
(chorus)
We shall find them again,
one day in the eyes of our sons,
and all these visions of horror,
it has conjured around us.
We shall find them again,
one day in the eyes of our sons,
the savage shells bursting in front,
we have lost innocence.
The breaking of windows, the crashing of glass,
the air raid sirens are what you hear last,
when no one remembers the things of the past,
no one remembers the song they heard last.
(chorus)
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Useless
05:03
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Bill sat there at his desk and peddled the fake news,
while students in Tehran burned everything they knew.
It isn't all that bad, it's time that it fell through, and all that consequence of broken lines that Useless drew.
Useless was a friend to all who wouldn't die,
in battle, but instead, weighed down heavy with lies.
It isn't what you said that you'd come here to do,
and all that consequently was undone, undone by you.
It isn't all that bad, it's time that it fell through,
and all that Useless had, is all that Useless knew,
and all that Useless said was just as useless, too.
This time he'll be assured, he'll sing a happy tune,
'cause daddy will be proud, his war has made the news.
It isn't all that bad, expected it from you,
so many its just sad, were blatantly misused.
It isn't all that bad, it's time that shit fell through,
and all that Useless had, is all that Useless knew,
and all that Useless said was just as useless too.
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All Nebraska was covered thick with ice,
and I called just to say "goodnight".
"Be careful, watch out for the glare",
your voice rings too clear when there's no one else there.
All Mount Holly was taken up with fright,
and I scared their wits, that town, that night.
No words they could escape my jaw,
and I could not sing that old Carter song.
I can't escape it, and you never leave my mind,
there's nothing at it, and I want you all the time.
Well up there in Buffalo, the snow made heavy down,
at the falls of Niagara we heard no other sounds.
In Canada, in Canada, our fortune stayed in Canada.
In Canada, in Canada, our love was made for Canada.
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John Statz Denver, Colorado
One of the more prolific thirty-something songwriters working in the Folk/Americana genre today, John Statz has released nine studio albums and performed all over North America and Europe over the course of his fourteen-year career. The Boston Globe has called John’s music "electric, urgent folk; aching, sweet country-rock" ... more
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