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Listen
01:44
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Listen as I find you a song.
Listen as I find you a poem.
Listen as the wind brings you down
every cobbled graveyard in town.
Listen as I find you a song.
Listen as I write you this poem.
Listen as these Abels and Cains
melt upon the windows of spring.
Listen as I write you a song.
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Sodom
04:27
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Come stay just a little bit longer,
you said I’m a little bit vile,
but I couldn’t hold it back any longer,
and I didn’t even have to try.
So, come stay just a little bit longer,
come stay for my final screed.
You said I’m a little bit vulgar,
but that’s better than what you’re giving me.
It’s a god damned violent way to go.
But it’s a simple way to crawl.
It’s a god damned violent way to go.
So come on, come on, come on.
You said I write a fucked up lyric, man,
and I should listen up to your advice,
but when the whores left Sodom for the promised land,
they never looked back to wonder why.
So I’ll keep all my hate and anger
and you keep all your wide-eyed truths
I told you not to look back, didn’t I,
but you looked back, didn’t you?
It’s a god damned violent way to go.
But it’s a simple way to crawl.
It’s a god damned violent way to go.
So come on, come on, come on.
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3. |
I Hope I Stop Fading
05:38
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Stand down, Marie,
and I will be yours.
We’ve but an hour until I go.
Stand down, Marie,
and I will remain.
I had not time to make you proud.
Fall from this height
and you’ll fly, I suppose.
Lord, I’ve been trying for days.
When I am gone
will you still know my name?
Oh, I don’t want to die and fade.
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4. |
The Marchers Are Coming
05:34
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I hear marchers.
Jackboots falling.
I hear marchers.
At my door.
I fear they won’t leave here until they get what they want.
I hear marchers.
At my door.
I won’t let them in
though they bite and they claw.
I fear they won’t leave here until they get what they want.
But I won’t let them, I won’t give in.
I won’t let them hang me, ma.
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5. |
Transfiguration
02:29
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Saint Henry
04:32
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Before his Mama got home
Henry took a knife and a length of rope,
hung it from a streetlight,
hung it from a bus stop streetlight.
Tied it really slowly,
careful not to let the knot slip down,
buttoned up his best suit,
thinking, “Mama, I’m so sorry.”
Mama left the factory
dreaming of her Sunday day of rest,
got off at the bus stop,
saw her son hanging down, with his throat cut.
Henry was a saint, man.
“I’m going to go, sooner than my mother wanted me too,
but I’ve nothing left to live for anyway.”
Henry was a saint, man.
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7. |
One Long Last Look
02:49
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“If this is death,
who pinned my arms to the floor?
My feet ain’t working no more.
Death is not kind, and I don’t belong here.
Who turned the lights out?
Why has my voice become faint?
I’ve no one to talk to anyway.
Death is not kind and I don’t belong here.
Who will forgive me? Who will take care of my girl?
Now I’m not part of her world.
Whatever happened to singing them songs with your friends?
I can no longer pretend: I am not whole,
and I want to go home…
What I would give for one chance to tell you goodbye,
and one long last look in your eyes."
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8. |
Letter To The World
03:45
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Here’s goodbye to all the world.
Here’s my goodbye to the world.
Mother, I regret you cried and the way you saw me die.
I tried to keep you pure.
Here’s goodbye to all the world.
Here’s my letter to the world.
Father, let me be the one to forgive the things you done to me.
Oh, please agree.
And happiness was just a word,
a silly thing I did not learn,
I know, I know, you said I never tried.
Marie, I tried. Tell your God I tried.
Tell my father not to cry. Tell them all goodbye.
Marie, I’ll see you in the next life.
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9. |
Folsom Prison Blues
04:14
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10. |
New Messiah
03:21
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I’m not a disciple of saviors.
I’m not a diviner of souls.
I know what the papers will say when I’m gone—
they won’t put me above the fold.
I’m not a desirer of cradles.
Oh no, not a riser from tombs.
But you people will know me when I come to term
and they pull me up out of the womb.
You failed to define your messiah again.
You failed to define him.
You failed to define your messiah again
now here I am.
My name when I left you was Henry.
They lowered me down to the lawn.
I made all them marchers go out on their knees—
now they’re gone, now they’re gone, now they’re gone.
You failed to define your messiah again.
You failed to define him.
You failed to define your messiah again
now here I am.
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11. |
Transmigration
01:08
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12. |
Goodbye Farewell
04:12
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Goodnight, goodbye.
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13. |
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There will come soft rains
on the window pane.
You said, “Forfeit fame.”
You were right again.
There will come soft rains
on the window pane.
And I hope one day
I will stop to fade.
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Dead Heart Bloom New York, New York
Dead Heart Bloom is the band formed by Boris Skalsky following the dissolution of his previous group, the Washington, DC- based Phaser quickly joined by guitarist Paul Wood. Since then, the Dead Heart Bloom live lineup has continued to evolve and includes former Longwave drummer Jason Molina. ... more
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