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Personal Quest
02:30
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the red onion hides the sun behind it this Thursday afternoon
as I lie across this park bench and stare deeply through the creases in my hand
a gypsy woman starts to tear apart her soapbox
leaving me completely stranded as the world darkens around me;
I’m all alone
she said, “it’s nothing against you
it’s just a personal quest”
the veil came down around me like some kind of ugly bride
all the windows closed and shattered, all the tools grew legs and ran away
and ghosts and witches danced around me as my enemy emerged
but before I drew my gun, a reptile with a fruit caressed my ear
he said, “it’s nothing against you
it’s just a personal quest”
my hair stood straight like a Christian man as I tread this dark and dreary path
I came across a steaming pond, I saw some fish and a reflection of a girl
then it was washed away by a crossdressing bison herd
and while they applied their lipstick, I screamed, “why oh why would you trick me in this way?”
they said, “it’s nothing against you
it’s just a personal quest”
the gypsy and the devil and the busty buffalo collide
but the crossroads where they met fell directly on a spider web
the sun came up at dawn to help and harden the sticky glue
the gypsy cried, the trickster died, Satan asked, “how could this lover man prevail?”
I said, “it’s nothing against you
it’s just a personal quest”
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2. |
Homeless Advice
03:04
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I was walkin’ down the street when I
saw a man standing eight feet tall
and he had eyes that stuck out like thumbs
his coat was filled with lifeless things
he walked like Treebeard from Lord of the Rings
and he had no use for weapons of any kind
says he a-mumbling:
don’t be a fool and forget your name
don’t be a tool and forget your money
leave your sabertooth tigers at home
and don’t put things where they don’t belong
I was walkin’ down the street when I
saw a man in uniform
and he gave people fake things in real life
he lived inside a can of beer
and in many, many, many years
he would build a bridge without lifting a finger
says he a-mumbling:
don’t be a fool and arrest a king
or lose something precious like a diamond ring
remember your place when you do something wrong
and don’t put things where they don’t belong
I was walking down the street and I saw this man and he walked kinda funny and he talked kinda funny too and he played a guitar solo that sounded sumthin like this . . .
says he a-mumbling:
don’t be a fool: the times are a-changin’
they’re movin’ around, they’re rearranging
it’s all over now, baby blue
don’t let that kind of thing bother you
don’t be a fool and forget your name
don’t be a tool and forget your money
leave your sabertooth tigers at home
and don’t put things where they don’t belong
don't put things where they don't belong
don't put things where they don't belong...
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3. |
Nine Pound Hammer
03:29
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this nine-pound hammer
is getting a little too heavy
for my size
honey, for my size
I’m goin’ out on the mountain
gonna see my baby
and I ain’t coming back
no, I ain’t coming back
so roll on, buddy
don’t you roll so slow
how can I roll
when the wheels won’t go
so roll on buddy
pull a load of coal
how can I pull
when the wheels won’t go
it’s a long way to Harlan
and it’s a long way to Hazard
just to get a little brew
just to get a little brew
when I’m dead and gone
you can make my tombstone
out of number nine coal
out of number nine coal
so roll on buddy
don’t you roll so slow
how can I roll
when the wheels won’t go
so roll on buddy
pull a load of coal
how can I pull
when the wheels won’t go
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4. |
Hell in a Handbasket
02:40
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I’ve got a woman; she threw a
basket into the sea
she through a basket into the sea
no one knows what’s in it but her and me
and I’ve got a gun at the bottom of
the stairs
I got a gun at the bottom of the
stairs
my finger wraps around it when I’m
scared
now I’ve got a gun at the bottom of
the sea
I’ve got a gun at the bottom of the
sea
the ghost of its trigger still torments
me
god looks down on a man that sins
god looks down on a man that sins
I cry whenever I look up to him
the people downtown say I’m gonna go to jail
the people at the church say I’m gonna go to hell
I’ll go with her in that same handbasket that fell
I’ve got a woman; she threw a
basket into the sea
she through a basket into the sea
no one knows what’s in it but you and me
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The Downstreamers Nashville, Tennessee
Alt-country quintet from Nashville, TN.
The Downstreamers are:
Matthew Boles
Hank Brainard
Emma Kirby
Jacob Sutton
Claire Bristol-Evans
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