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1. |
Midwest (reprise)
03:46
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Red-eyed poet
You were made to die young
Wild-haired monger
You were made to die young
The Midwest winter comes to kill
Sunday dinner family will
Lethal madness, sure success
Midwest winter do your best
Screaming wild man
You were made to die young
Soft-throat crooner
You were made to die young
The Midwest mothers package you
Riddle your youth
Extract you
Wind fire tempest
Wild tale spinner
All life ends at a family dinner
Loss of vigor
Black lost orb
One must fight or be absorbed
Spark-eyed savior
You were made to die young
Oh, youthful rebel
You were made to die young
The Midwest father speaks still air
Meet the family
Be prepared
Meet the aged ones
Beat the score
Be prepared to be absorbed
Family kitchen, family room
Family history, family tomb
Family outing, family day
Family squabble, family play
Those who bend will meet the will
Fire-tongued rat lives will be killed
Red-eyed poet
You were made to die young
Wild haired monger
You were made to die young
The Midwest winter come to kill
Sunday dinner
Family will
Lethal madness, sure success
Midwest winter
Do your best
You were made to die young
You were made
To die young
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2. |
Trying to Change You
03:29
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You’re no duke, a minister of fools
With sealed lips who believe you
And it’s no fluke that your motley touring troupe
Excites and entertains you
I know you’re not alone
As much as should have known
But oh how I have grown
Trying to change you
In your fair court where all issues are moot
Who would dare defy you
You hide the clues in your multi-colored moods
And no earthly judge could try you
So I will leave this court
With an unspoken retort
And I won’t waste one more word
Trying to change you
You waited a lifetime to change
(Waited a lifetime to change)
I waited a lifetime to change
(To change)
Was I ever right?
Who was ever right?
We were tied by binds
We never wanted
There were wars outside and there were wars inside
And who knows how they started
But who can hate, when even hate
Can’t tell us why we parted
So I will leave this fight
Hoping I am right
‘Cause I won’t lose my life
Trying to change you
Trying to change
Trying to change you
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3. |
Rattle the Shack
03:10
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Hunger hits the door and it
Rattles the shack, it rattles the shack
Think of your youth, yes and
You want it back, you want it back
It was so fab when you were
With mom and dad, with mom and dad
You want it good but you
Can’t bring it back, can’t bring it back
You cut my size you say
I’ll fall off the track, I’ll come running back
But I want my life good yes and
I want it bad, I want it bad
You’ll look a long way
To find a woman who’ll take that
You’ll look a lifetime
For an idiot girl, for an idiot girl
It’s so nice here with your Saturday games
It’s so nice here with your suffering art
You’ll get off that way in your good time
It’s all that matters to you anyway
It’s all that you want
Bills hit the floor and they
Rattle the shack, they rattle the shack
You want a girl who will
Sit in the back, who will live in the back
But you’ll look a lifetime
To find a woman who’ll take that
And I’m not wrong to
Want what I like, to like what I want
To like what I, like what I,
Like what I want, what I want
Rattle the Shack
Rattle the Shack
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4. |
Blank Pages
04:55
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I picked it up when I got on board
A thick blue book of staring faces
Slow rolling down, a pale grey road
A novel filled with blank pages
Row after row they sit
Love is frozen in their hearts
Fixed eyes staring straight ahead
They don’t know they’re moving
Row after row they sit
Monuments to nothing
Fearing that their eyes might meet
In this surreal story
Can you feel love?
Smile so they won’t see you
Write to me of words you see
Write and fill the pages
I held it tight when I got on board
And tore out a page and it fell free
Tumbling back to where you sat
The words appeared there suddenly
Row after row they sit
Love is frozen in their hearts
Fixed eyes staring straight ahead
They don’t know they’re moving
Row after row they sit
Monuments to nothing
Fearing that their eyes might meet
In this surreal story
Can you feel love?
Smile so they won’t see you
Write to me of words you see
Write and fill the pages
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5. |
I'll Come Out
05:16
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Hey, the outside world is through a window
Hey, the outside world is in a picture book
I can stand here when you walk on by me
On your way to the newest world, the next adventure
No, you’re not an easy one to love
May I have a place in your picture book?
Will I know you for a moment, when you look right at me?
May I hold you before you turn to go?
Your text books would say, I’m in love with you
Well right they are, I am in love with you
Go far in this world and when you’re through
Come back to this heart, this heart will be true
I’ll be in love with you
I’ll come out
Hey, the outside world is through a doorway
Hey, the outside world is in a story book
I can stand here when you walk on by me
on your way to the farthest world, the last adventure
No, you’re not an easy one to love
May I have a place in your story book?
Will I know you for a moment, when you look right at me?
May I hold you before you turn to go?
Your pages would say, I’m in love with you
Well right they are, I am in love with you
Go far in this world and when you’re through
Come back to this heart, this heart will be true
I’ll be in love with you
I’ll come out
I’ll be in love with you
I’ll come out
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6. |
Places
04:50
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I like places where they don’t watch for stealing
Safe in these places there is nothing to see
When I am so tired, I wake in the dawn so tired
The sounds of the bird’s songs tell me what’s real
The sounds of the bird’s songs tell me what’s real
I like places where strong words are silent
For in these places hate can make no sound
When I am so tired, I wake in the night so tired
The sound of the trains wail tells me what’s real
The sound of the trains wail tells me what’s real
I will hear the rush in my ears
And I will feel love come to comfort me
And I will find peace in the quiet places
I will find peace in your eyes
I like places where your love can hold me
When your love holds me, Lord, it feels so real
When I am so tired, the worlds a cold room and I’m so tired
The love when you hold me tells me what’s real
The love when you hold me tells me what’s real
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7. |
Tricks of Time
04:15
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Standing helpless in the tricks of time
They hold me, their grasp grows tighter
Youth has passed like a day at the fair
Lights on the midway grow brighter
Life dies a crib death in your parlor
Slow down time, give life some room to grow
You play our days like a game of numbers
And fool us with talk of tomorrow
Sitting calmly in the grace of life
Time wills it, it knows its power
We will believe in our foolish ways
‘Til time draws to close life’s hour
Life dies a crib death in your parlor
Slow down time, give life some room to grow
You play our days like a game of numbers
And fool us with talk of tomorrow
Fool us with talk of tomorrow
Standing helpless in the tricks of time
They hold me, their grasp grows tighter
Youth has passed like a day at the fair
Lights on the midway grow brighter
Life dies a crib death in your parlor
Slow down time, give life some room to grow
You play our days like a game of numbers
And fool us with talk of tomorrow
Fool us with talk of tomorrow
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8. |
Summer
04:26
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Long summer, a hot dust summer
Will it ever rain again?
Riverbed's as dry as the moon
Will it ever rain again?
Clutching at her breaking heart
She runs to the top of a hill
A wild wind greets her, it plays in her hair
And sends her a drop of rain
Or is it a tear?
Rain so cold
It stings like fire sparks
Rain so cold
On her scorched brown skin
When no one will tell her, the wind will tell her
The wind will be her friend
When an old farmhouse is an empty tomb
The wind will be her friend
And say “Don’t cry anymore”
Cold sitter, he’s a cold sitter
A great old clock ticks his hours away
Lost again, he’s on the boat again
An immigrant to a dying land
And sound planner, he’s a sound planner
His eyes tell her he’s got it all worked out
“We will not last, but the land is forever"
It’s started raining now
Rain so cold
It stings like fire sparks
Rain so cold
On her scorched brown skin
When no one will tell her, the wind will tell her
The wind will be her friend
When all that’s left is blowing grass
The wind will come again
And say, "Watch it rain"
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Crayon Rubbings Champaign, Illinois
Crayon Rubbings formed in the early 80s, mixing influences across multiple genres, and featuring unapologetically demanding song forms, lyrics, and delivery from singer-songwriter Laurel Garber. While sometimes compared to Kate Bush at the time, Crayon Rubbings worked together as an ensemble, embracing an edgy live sound with collaborative studio experimentation. ... more
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