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I Remember Dirt
04:59
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I Remember Dirt II//(Simple Banjo Story)
Here’s a simple banjo story
We’ve all heard since we were three
Way back before the information superhighway
It paved over all the trees
In the springtime of our youth,we are golden
All the fruit tastes twice as good
Everybody knows the answers
But still nobody does the things they should
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And no one’s thinking in the summer
The snow of age is on it’s way
The things you put off till tomorrow
You might never get the chance to say
And when the autumn leaves are changing
The sky will never get a cleaner blue
The trees they let go of their children
They don’t hold on the way we do
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And in the deadle of the winter
Everything that moves will freeze
You cannot rush your destination
Or you’ll wind up on your knees
Yesterday has gone away and left us
Tomorrow’s a bud that waits release
You only get one day to live your heart out
And be grateful for the trees
Ch: And I remember dirt lord//And I remember trees
I remember dirt lord//Who’s gonna remember m?
I remember dirt lord// I remember trees too
I remember dirt lord// who’s gonna remember you?
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2. |
Wonderland
05:00
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Wonderland
pack up the babies and all the old ladies
and your parking space saver lawn chairs
get out of your pajamas, with yo babies mama’s
and try to pretend that you care.
Fire up the nova, I hope it turns over
The gas tank’s emptier than low
We lost the cap, and threw in a rag
A molotov, low rider, pinto
the callahan tunnel, is just like a funnel
for lemmings heading under the sea
we got the cramps, from your foodstamps
this car heat is pig roasting me
pray that you’ll save me, our lady of the lottery
please let me get this one win,
I’m on my knees, with the government cheese,
Need a payoff to take me to heaven
theres’ only one place, in the whole USA
where they could pull off the big dig
where it costes more than they said the week before
and no one could tell what they did
spent my last dime, after waiting in line
with a program full of dreams
wheel the quinella, just do what I tell ya
I’ve got a miracle scheme
my job it don’t pay, but I have to stay
and you know the bills won’t go
I got an itch, like a son of a bitch
Gotta scratch it with tickets you know
This gotta be the race, to save us from this place
Our big ticket out of here
Spend the last dollar, ignore the babies holla
post time is almost here (Wait for the savior to appear, last call, )
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3. |
Earl
05:36
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EARL
the phone rang the house up, around three a.m.
a down the street call from a long distance friend
and mom didn't wake up, and dad softly said
it's only earl, and he's drinking again
and it's only earl, its only earl
i've forgotten what i called to say
i guess it don't matter, anyway
earl collects bottles, and copper and cans
newspapers old tvs, and blue rubber bands
he builds things that seem good when he's drinking at night
and he calls up my dad when he ain't feeling right
earl works the garbage truck on his good days
he made himself a wishing well from the things that he's saved
it's waiting for wishes on his empty front lawn
next to pieces of the pickup, he's always working on
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on his bad days earl sits there renting his homemade wine
he says that the wishing well, it comes through every time
he says when i call your daddy, i hope i don't bother you all
it's not important , just forget that i called
and as we grow older, earl just stays the same
he don't think he matters, he don't use his last name
he keeps working the well, he says it works everytime,
but he can't remember his wishes, he keeps changing his mind
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now earl's gone away , and he's left him a pile,
of overlooked treasures, and telephone wire
his wishing well's full of weeds, and rotted tin cans
and now i'm fixing his pickup, as fast as i can
written: 12/5/89
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4. |
It Slipped Through
05:33
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It Slipped Through
Nancy sells her soul, for the digital jelly roll
and thinks that they’ll never collect
Like a promise you made, and forgot the next day
the bill always comes in the mail
Day after day, her husband awaits
for her to come home from work
He says ‘there ain’t no hope, I’m at the end of my rope’
and we never talk anymore anyway
The things that you chase, as the love seems to fade
nothing turns out like you thought that it should
but you can’t trade your wealth, for good mental health
like a Cadillac with a zuchinni engine inside
Full speed ahead, put it off until tomorrow instead
and you think that you’ll never grow old
But it don’t take long, you wake up and life is gone
like a sunset that took your breath away
It slipped through, it slipped through
there wasn’t nothing you could do
than to let go of it or be dragged
It slipped through, it slipped through
there wasn’t nothing you could do
than to let go or get a rope burn
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5. |
Pebbles
06:38
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PEBBLES
i don't feel that old
but i'm stil doing what i'm told
the more i learn the less i know
sometimes i still think of home
water falling down a ladder, waiting for the air to freeze
make sure you roll the window down
cause i don't want to miss this town
when i lived here i heard it too
it's nothing but a place for the wind to blow through
i'm grateful for the exit signs, and that we can't read eachothers minds
were those diamonds we walked past
or were they bits of broken glass
where have all the mirrors gone
to show me now where i belong
i have missed the bus before, i'm walking backwards to the door
hi way horses high
some day too must die
climbing to my knees
who needs days like these
catching snowflakes in my mouth, and wishing that i could fly south
seven years have disappeared,
it's different and the same
write down where you've been
should you return again
counting pebbles on the floor, there's nothing left, there is no more
written: 4/4/92
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6. |
Staring At the Screen
05:28
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Staring at the Screen
the winds of the fall are blowing
you can feel the storm approach
autumn is the restless season
across the gulf of mexico
the battle horns of war are blowing
a bird crows up and down the wire
endlessly the emperor is repeating
day by day we believe the liar
=these days everything has shifted
these days nothings what it seems
these days no one seems to notice
they’re all staring at the screen
(we're all staring at the screen)
the winds across the open water blowing
bringing change with the leaves
we are turning on eachother
the wolves are dressing up as sheep
the desert sand is always shifting
must finish what’s begun
the emperor is flying over
his airplane blackens out the sun
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here i sit collecting christmas cards
to send the boys way over seas
threading needles in the attic
sewing pants off at the knee
so dont forget to write that letter
email me before you go to sleep
i’m working on another sweater
one that fits without the sleeves
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2007
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7. |
Downtown On the Prairie
05:43
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DOWNTOWN ON THE PRAIRIE
downtown on the prairie, of sky grey concrete
the wide open plains, echoes repeat
assassin and preacher, continue to prey
on the old and the weakest, in much the same way
with fine tunnel vision, the fences erode
i gave at the office, i gave to go home
and off in the distance, a rumor of war
the discliples had rifles, and roam door to door
it's the city of statues, monuments and lies
and no ones a hero, till after they die
and high in the ruins, i feel ashamed
my memory's broken, and there's no escape
with random precision, i often go
and travel the sidewalk, collecting the toll,
for the fifth time this morning, you're told to go home
the wheelchair is trusty, but its rusty and slow
these days are uncertain, to say the least,
reminds me of something, i read on tv
or something i wrote here, a long time ago
no one is your friend , that you don't know
and these are the nature of things
written: 12/27/92
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8. |
Loneliness
04:55
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I been alone on christmas eve
Staring thru an empty bottle at the wall
in the cell with no shoelaces and no belt
And no one left to call
I been out all night for days,
In the hard driving snow
That seems warm,
When people can be so cold
So,youou can’t tell me anything about 7-loneliness, I don’t already 7-know
I been down once, or three times, once before
been locked away in the detox
Staring at the phone
No one to go back to,
No place to call home
I been at my mothers funeral,
And laid her in the ground
been forgotten and lost
with no way to be found
So,youou can’t tell me anything about 7-loneliness, I don’t already 7-know
I been down once, or three times, once before
She moved out and left me
behind in the empty room
Never heard the silence get so loud
So hard so soon
I’ts three a clock in the morning,
the city never goes to sleep
When you’re lonely time stands still,
You can’t get no relief/peace
So,youou can’t tell me anything about 7-loneliness, I don’t already 7-know
I been down once, or three times, once before
written: 4.7.04
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9. |
South In the Fall
04:56
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heading south in the fall
nomads unnoticed, drift softly by
tv gentle attention, with the stars as their guide
and i will ride horses, and you take the car
they’re dead in the water, so stay where you are
a stock exchange prophet(profit) or someone like that
said despite all the warnings, we repeat the past
and all the kings victims, and all the kings men
have slept with the future, and they’ve run off again
i’m heading south in the fall
watching the south as it falls
do not you worry, that you missed the mark
because they dont’ have orders, to go very far
and they do not take chances, at the end of the day
the receding headlines, they are fading away
build up the landfill, as the city decays
they’ve blinded the autumn, now heaven awaits
stay in the car now, and keep yourself low
the funeral is over, and it’s time to go home
i’m heading south in the fall
watching the south as it falls
12/16/92
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10. |
Paper Plates
04:06
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Paper Plates
1. its an icy nice cold day for reminiscing,
as fathers take their boys to visit funeral homes
with far off stares and one way conversation
and paper cups of orange methadone
2. playing paper pirates with a walnut shell boat,
trying to keep the car between the lines
he got babysat by friends on tv
as the dumpster gulls were circling in the sky
so i guess there's really heroes here among us
they are sorting thru the big stuff way up there
i am glad that i am not among them
i'm just trying to do the right thing way down here
3.mothers want to reunite the family
home home sweet home upon the firing range
its a stainless steel and laminated archive
and no one ever mentions if it rains
4. and its a lonely wind that blows the weeds in your town
in the projects with the windows barred and sealed
and i don't want to die here alone and angrybitter
chasing paper plates a floating in the breeze
so i guess there's really heroes here among us
they are sorting thru their millions way up there
i am glad that i am not among them
i'm just trying to do the right thing way down here
5. so set walnut boat upon the ocean
it's formless and wide open like a dream
the good old ways are falling by the wayside
it's not that hard to grow up and be free
=so just keep on trying to do the right thing
put one foot in front of your mind
and when you get knocked upon your ass now
get up and try again just one more time
-9/28/96
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11. |
Ashes to Ashes
04:11
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Ashes to Ashes
Ashes to ashes, and rust to dust,
head heavy buildings that will never trust,
the heart wind when it blows
only things that they know
and can tie up and name
and can prove with their brain
as their statues and monuments
crumble, in the soft rain
And the things that you’re tethered to,
begin to weather you
whether or not you can see
that you need to be free
from the thinking and thinking......
of the same thing
six different ways.
Merry go round,
of the same mistake, different day
sinking so slowly
in the stream of your thoughts today
the river is washing the city
and it’s banks away
Counting the mountains
of bones that can be found
way under the ground,
of the people that thought, they were strong
and could never be wrong,
because their might made them right
and their pride told them god was on their side
and on and on .......
Using the mind which is blind, to unwind
from the vines that the mind,
got you tangled up in again
as the mountains and the city
and the w
is gone, like dust in the wind
Help me go down, down down
From my head, to my heart, to the ground
Help me let go, let go, let go,
From my head to my heart to my soul
4/26/05
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12. |
Fire Eaters
05:56
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fire eaters
1.
some people know, what their life’s calling is
but it might be a wrong number, that just seems like it is
well i don’t drive the bus, and i like it that way
it helps me sleep softly, at the end of the day
2.
well the warden finally died, and the bed sprouted wings
we’re all tucked in tidy, in our own little dreams
we childrens is simple, with free time to breathe
because we pay attetion, to life’s little things
3.
like crayola fishes floating, in aquarium tv’s
with unlimited cable, and lollipop trees
with straight line horizons, you can see for miles
i mind my own business, once in a while
and they thought, they thought she was a rock
and they thought, they thought she was a rock
and she was, a styrofoam rock.
4. well the circus is here, but don’t be afraid
because even the fire eaters have parents these days
and it will work out, in a butterfly way
and the stars will come up, at the end of the day
5. so pull up a rowboat, and a good book to read
and we’ll row off to nowhere, and we’ll make make believe
the swingset is empty, it’s time to let go
it’s time to be happy, if you dare to be so
6. and hey can’t you see it, we’re all on death row
some just have better seats, than others you know
so keep on surviving, and striving to grow
don’t forget to be love, to the people that you know
and they thought, they thought she was a rock
and they thought, they thought she was a rock
and she was, a styrofoam rock.
1/97
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13. |
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lloyd Thayer Boston, Massachusetts
loyd Thayer puts the ‘multi’ in multi-instrumentalist, playing a mind boggling assortment of stringed instruments including but not limited to: 22 stringed Indian Chaturangui, Dobro and Weissenborn lap steel guitars, Turkish Oud, Saz and Cumbus, Ragmakamtar, Afghan Rabab and more. A recovering street performer his songs combine...... ... more
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