1. |
Headin' Back
05:24
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The time went rollin' by
The hours turned to days
She said she'd be there 'till the end
I guess the end was yesterday
He woke up in the cold
With the rain wrapped 'round his head
Starin' down that old dirt road
Somewhere in the wilderness
Now he's headin' back again
But he can't find the start
Now he's headin' back again
Searching in the dark
Through the broken glass
Into the years he lost long before
Hiding in the tears and blood
That pored out from the door
Now he's driftin' backwards
Falling through the hail
All along the ravaged plains
Burnt right down to the jail
Now he's headin' back again
But he can't find the start
Now he's headin' back again
Searching in the dark
He never once forgot her
Even for a day
But he tried his best to change her face
And everything she would say
Lies aren't any less
Than the truth without a past
At least that's what he told himself
So the days could slowly pass
Now he's headin' back again
But he can't find the start
Now he's headin' back again
Searching in the dark
He thought he'd moved on
He thought she couldn't stay
But the years told another tale
And crippled what he became
He cursed the world around him
For all he had become
But he never once cursed her
For everything she had done
Now he's headin' back again
But he can't find the start
Now he's headin' back again
Searching in the dark
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2. |
If You Never Wanted This
02:37
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In my festering mind you sit
And I can’t help to think
That if this would’ve happened differently
We could’ve worked it so it fit
Well if you never wanted me
If this was just a drag
If you never wanted this
Why didn’t you save us both the pain?
There you’re standin’ spinnin’ lies
While excuses hit the floor
If you felt this way from the start
Why didn’t you say it all before?
Well if you never wanted me
If this was just a drag
If you never wanted this
Why didn’t you save us both the pain?
I’ll take my blame. I won’t be free
Of the guilt that’s mine to hold
But you sure as hell better take what’s yours
I ain’t a goddamn fool
Well if I never wanted you
This was just a drag
If I never wanted this
I could’ve saved us both the pain
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Guy Fawkes is punching cattle
And there’s nowhere left to sleep
His head is pointed high
As he looks out from the wings
There’s nothing here to which you have
To feel so lonely for
As I walk out to the twilight
Cracked open like the door
Head these words, now don’t get lost
Ramblin’ around
They’ll crucify you at the wrists
And Hang you upside down
And as I’m goin’ ‘round again
I feel so insecure
There’s nothing left but emptiness
And long abandoned words
Mother Mary, dear ol’ god
Don’t leave me here with her
I’d rather soon take off and run
Hunt buffalo for fur
But if I must care-take the lot
I’ll do the best I can
With a rifle on my shoulder
And a bottle in my hand
Take your leave. Sing his praise
Bound by love and hate
He’s handcuffed to the iron bars
He’ll soon be set ablaze
And as I’ll watch the flames rise
I’ll know there’s nothing left
On this world here, or any other
To keep me from your breast
It was snowing out in Harvard
As the soldiers stood in place
Laughter on the hilltops
Burned brighter than the day
Lightning like the waves leapt
Out across the sky
As Judith silently declared
“Leave them there to die”
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4. |
Wasteland Blues
04:13
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In the south where it's hot
Where the breeze burns your skin
My husband worked through the day
'Til the sunset would begin
In the factories down
By the ocean docks
Until one day he showed up
And the gates were all locked
They sent everyone home
And out on their way
They said they didn't need them no more
So they cut all their pay
They threw them out
To beg in the streets
To stand out with nothin'
On the burning concrete
There was no work
That was needed in town
But my family couldn't leave
For I was bedbound
So he packed up his clothes
And took the boots on his feet
In need of any work
To be done in the heat
He was gone for weeks
And when finally he returned
We couldn't buy a meal
With the money that he'd earned
And when he went and left
For the second time
He took the boots on his feet
And a gun by his side
So my family survived
And we made it through the summer
Though I hadn't seen my husband
Since he left us to plunder
And when he returned
Home for us again
He was lyin’ in a coffin
With a bullet in his head
I wept for days
For I had lost my love
And no one can supply
For my children from up above
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5. |
As Soon As They're Here
06:01
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My days are gone almost as soon as they're here
Time slippin' away and it all disappears
Better keep running. Better keep your feet off the ground
The smoke's as black as the belly of the hound
Stand at the ready. Sharpen your spears
Hell's bent over. The sky's full of tears
Every day I've been out workin' in the yard
But something seems different now. Somethin's lost in the cards
I lie in the cold
And work in the heat
While you beg for forgiveness
From down off your feet
I walk the fields full of malevolence and fear
Down through the ash that covers each year
I'll strip down your symbols. I'll convert your faith
You say I've got no virtues. But yours have been misplaced
The road's dark ahead. But it's darker here
The saints are watching. And the scapegoats are near
I've been gone for a while. I don't plan to return
The flames are rising everywhere you turn
The blood of the infidels have filled every last trough
The sun's beatin' down and my enemies are off
Fightin' someone else. Someone's dead in the road
I'm gonna move to Alabama. Make Georgia be our home
I sent for the doctor
With your gravestone in my hand
Your epitaph was blank
You were dead in the sand
The bells are ringing the words of Rimbaud
It echoes through the north. Blowin' through the stone
The moon howls and burns. I'll be on my way
Everything's dead. And what I can't see looks the same
Every step you take is one less you have
The militia came through. They were startin' up the draft
The barn's empty now. Famine's everywhere
No words will feed us. Not even the prayers
The guilt you've inherited won't last long
You shrugged off your allies and all just because
Your enemies are down. And you don't think they'll rise again
The river's turnin' black. You claim every drop's full of sin
There’s not one moment
I’ll ever get back
Dogma is everywhere
The truth’s cloaked in black
All things must die. The stream will cease to flow
My prophets are dead. They all had to go
They've been gone for a while. But then again so have yours
Every one of 'em's on trial, and they know the score
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6. |
Acia
06:04
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The sky hung open down on East Broadway
One day you’re gonna throw my love away
They sent for the riders, but when they arrived
There was no one left to subjugate
They buried their weapons—headed south to repent
They followed the stream back from where they were sent
The black sand grew darker in the dead of the night
And the bounty hunter’s Airedales caught their scent
Acia;
With your wanderer’s eyes
And your Russian hips
—Acia
The night grew colder and onward they road
‘Til they could not ride further—they unpacked their loads
Betrayed by their sleep, they awoke to horns
Surrounded on all fronts—then killed in the road
The hunters brought back trophies as proof for their pay
They road through the night and on through the day
For they would not see a penny if they showed up late
Acia’s patience extended no more than she’d claimed
Acia;
With your golden ashtrays
—Mind like cold steel
—Acia
They arrived at the station with the midday sun
They handed her proof, and then she begun
To inspect it closely, and then she spoke
“You’re one bit shy” She said, “Your work’s not done”
“It all should be there” they pleaded their case
“We slaughtered them all. No one escaped”
“Well then it’s my mind or yours that’s drowning in hell
You get no reward for a job disgraced”
Acia;
With your widower husbands
And your stubborn ways
—Acia
The station was crowded. People bustled through town
She looked up East Broadway and then she looked down
She grabbed for her pistol slung on her hip
But the hunters were faster and shot her dead into the ground
Somebody screamed, then ran for the cops
The town erupted in uproar at the girl who’d been shot
The hunters mounted their horses and road towards the sun
Acia was nowhere near the girl who’d been shot
Acia;
With your trap like complexion
And your empty words
—Acia
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7. |
Stolen Time
05:59
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I’ll guard my thinking and mend against pain
I’m so tired, and my herd’s sick and lame
I’ve never felt anything as potent as shame
She said she’d come with me, but I could sense her lies
My borrowed time’s up and I’m runnin’ on stolen time
The country’s gone dark—the siege is under way
They’ll throw out all the rebels—everyone that doesn’t think the same
The capitol’s lost to grief and heartache
The train’s a-tumblin’, rollin’ down the line
My borrowed time’s up and I’m runnin’ on stolen time
The fire went out once sea crept up the shore
They censored all the texts and they punished all the whores
The stars died out. I’m lost on the killing floor
I can’t recall laughter or the feeling when you pine
My borrowed time’s up and I’m runnin’ on stolen time
Disappointment in man has kept me singing the blues
I didn’t have much faith to start, but they make the rest so easy to lose
I turn on the music to drown out the news
I heard you crying, but you say that you’ll be fine
My borrowed time’s up and I’m runnin’ on stolen time
I’m so sick of love, but life won’t leave me be
I’m sleeping alone and I’m reading Dostoevsky
The cells are empty, but no one feels they’re free
The writing has faded. And there’s nothing on the shrine
My borrowed time’s up and I’m runnin’ on stolen time
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8. |
San Luis Obispo
04:39
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Passing through San Luis Obispo
You can smell the Madonna Inn
It’s hot in San Francisco
And I can’t be the first to sin
Why did it happen this way?
Why didn’t you come before?
Why didn’t you tell me
That you’re so close to the door?
The telephone lines are leaning
Towering over the bay
I’m a long, long way from home
And I’m going further away
Why did it happen this way?
Why didn’t you come before?
Why didn’t you tell me,
That you’re so close to the door?
I said some things to you
And I don’t take them back
Life can drag on and on
But the good parts sure go by fast
Why did it happen this way?
Why didn’t you come before?
Why didn’t you tell me,
That you’re so close to the door?
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9. |
Human Just The Same
02:42
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A killer stalks his prey
He does it without remorse or shame
And even though he's so sick and loathsome
He's human just the same
The priest says that you're off and you're down to hell
If you don't believe the same
Blinded by old confusion
But he's human just the same
He fought men that he didn't know
For reasons he couldn't name
Just because someone told him to
But he's human just same
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10. |
You're Going Too
04:39
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A pack of hounds are crying
Under gunfire while they chase
The singing bells of art and sound
And the remnants of their face
With the charms and pleasures of the sounds
Ringing in their ears
The instruments of light and time
Harmonize their fears
I’m goin’
And you’re goin’ too
I’m goin’
But I won’t leave with you
Take the soldier from his post
And trumpet in the night
While the music of his science voice
Marches off in fright
The chief he rests now all alone
Sailing in the rain
Those compositions, beautiful
For whomever’s there to take
I’m goin’
And you’re goin’ too
I’m goin’
But I won’t leave with you
The graves are filled. The ships are dry
The rivers are ablaze
Raise the mast. Hoist the flag
Then empty out the graves
There’s nothing left here on the ground
‘Cept the cities in the sand
And I won’t stay ‘round long enough
For them to see my hand
I’m goin’
And you’re goin’ too
I’m goin’
But I won’t leave with you
Stand here now, all alone
By the birds that pleasure brings
Do not forget your loneliness
Or the smoke and ash and sting
Have I left you here now long enough
To comprehend your fate
To redefine your loneliness
And triumph your mistakes?
I’m goin’
And you’re goin’ too
I’m goin’
But I won’t leave with you
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K.C. Harris Nashville, Tennessee
Infusing the canon of American music genres with his songwriting, K.C. Harris is developing a sound all his own. Born in Jacksonville, North Carolina, he has lived all over the country while cultivating his love for music and the craft of songwriting.
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